The dragon magic that is suitable for players is finally completed in the rush of Bru's overtime.

With the help of Blue, players can use the magic of dragon language from dogs, which can be performed in Mandarin from another world.

At the same time, for the convenience of players, more than 100 dialect systems under the umbrella of different languages have also been added as templates.

In other words, players are using dialects, which are in line with the template of more than 100 dialects, and can also exert their original power.

To sum it up, it can be summed up in one sentence:

Want magic? Exchange prestige and currency for the magic you want, the corresponding prestige level, the corresponding magic is also different, the higher the level, the higher the mana cost. Magic description, see the previous post for details]

Dragon magic itself is a very complex type of magic, and if Sherlock explains the specific operation settings in detail, I'm afraid he won't have to play games all day.

So Sherlock spent about ten minutes explaining the above in hundreds of easy-to-understand words.

It also lists the magic that consumes mana within the range that the goblin race can bear, and the total number of magic types that reach reputation level 5.

As for the effects of magic, how to use it, etc., there is no mention of it.

And when Sherlock threw out the setting very casually, the players on the forum and sailors naturally "complimented" Sherlock.

Sherlock was relieved to see that everyone was so satisfied, and then closed the forum.

"Black Souls" - Activation!

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When Sherlock began to work on Dark Souls for the future of the dungeons of the Eternal Kingdom.

The players on the forum, after "complimenting" the planning, began to use their ingenuity, researched dragon magic, and posted many useful experimental posts:

[~OTZ~: On whether dialect and body language will increase the power of magic or special effects]

[Billy Wang: The mainstream direction of magic in the future, auxiliary magic!] 】

[Eating jujube pills: The sewer profession of magician, just like the shortbow, has no future! ] 】

And so on and so forth, no matter how you look at it, their magic path has just begun.

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It's been thirty days......

Two skeleton lichs, with empty eyes, stand on the console.

Goblins haven't come to hammer us for thirty days!

One of the lichs, holding the skeletal palm to the crystal ball, asked:

"Teacher...... Can we come down? It's been thirty days, and no goblins have come, and I'm a little anxious to urinate. ”

"Are you sure? Then I will arrange the next group to replace you, and you continue to line up to graduate. ”

Such a gentle question came from the crystal ball.

"No need, I'll hold it back."

…………

College of the Dead Office Conference Hall.

"Bang ——!"

"The matter is very serious, if Party B does not have the spirit of the contract, we should sue Party B, my student, standing on it for thirty days, not eating well, not wearing warm clothes, not even having a grave to lie on, and the pit for going to the toilet is useless! Headmaster, does this sound like words! ”

A skeleton lich, with an angry look on his face, stood up and asked loudly.

At the other end of the long table, another skeletal lich in a suit said:

"Professor Cabbage, I can understand your anger, but this matter is the responsibility of Professor Bacon, what does it have to do with me, the principal."

Professor Cabbage looked angrily at Professor Bacon, who was sitting across from him.

Bacon crossed his two skeletal hands together, laid them on the table, groaned, and said:

"Actually, personally, I trust Lord Sherlock very much, Lord Sherlock is a rich, gentleman, just, generous high-ranking demon, those goblins have indeed traveled a little longer, but from their point of view, even if they travel for a hundred and eighty years, they are happy."

Bacon saw that Professor Cabbage was about to speak, and hurriedly continued:

"Of course, I fully understand Ms. Cabbage's concerns, and this matter has indeed taken a long time, otherwise, I will personally go on a business trip to solve this matter."

"Good! Let's applaud the spirit of Professor Bacon. ”

The principal took the lead in applause, and the applause in the entire conference hall lasted for a long time.

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"Is this the last batch of magic items?" Sherlock asked, looking at the small pile of magical items in front of him.

"I think it's the last batch, Master Sherlock."

Blue says:

"Xueba has also confirmed many times that there are no magic items left. But...... No strange things were found in the ancient ruins. ”

"I see." Sherlock nodded, then took out a piece of demonic cloth and shrouded it towards the last magic item.

………………

The red magic light pierced the night sky, and a newspaper was quietly spread on the ground, and a cool breeze passed by, rolling up the newspaper to make a "click" sound.

"Yuha ——!"

A scorching goblin rode a galloping bipedal bird through the empty streets.

There were several bipedal birds running behind him, and in some places at midnight, these birds were always indispensable.

There was only one demon on the street, dragging large black boxes.

The brown sheepskin boots are in stark contrast to the slightly dirty road, and the checked dark trousers that just cover the ankles are matched with a black belt and a black and white houndstooth top, which is low-key and mixed with a strong British flavor.

The white shirt and the black jacket underneath, the fine texture of the suede, show a solemn and classical temperament.

The well-dressed demon in front of him was neatly combed with every strand of hair.

The dust that had been raised floated to the demon's side, and he raised his palm, and the dust that drifted away came to a standstill less than thirty centimeters away from him as if it had hit an invisible wall at the same time.

When he left, he continued to drift away.

"Sherlock-sama, I wonder why you have to dress like this every time you come to handle these magical items?" Blue's voice rang in Sherlock's ears.

"The goods taken out by a down-and-out person are often not overvalued, and even if a decent person takes out a piece of broken copper and iron, it can be said to be a treasure."

Sherlock dragged the box to a black alleyway, looked around to make sure there was no one, and then turned and walked in.

There was a dull sound of dragging boxes in the dark alley.

A beastman sitting on the ground, his face was black and green, wearing tattered clothes, and the smell coming from him was as if he hadn't washed himself for more than ten days.

Seeing Sherlock walking by, the beastman looked up and looked at Sherlock with a fearful but somewhat greedy look.

"Good evening." Sherlock stopped in front of him.

"That...... Did you bring it? ”

The beastman looked longing.

"Of course, is it in this place today?" Sherlock looked around, then looked down at the beastman sitting on the ground:

"It's a much worse environment than last time."

"The garrison is checking tightly, there should be internal ghosts among us, and the garrison can get some news every time."

The beastman looked at Sherlock with more and more longing, and even his eyes began to appear bloodshot.

"I see." Sherlock pulled a ball of gold from his bosom and threw it into the beastman's hands.

He walked away without looking back.

The beastman was like a man who was lost in the desert and was dying of thirst, and when he saw the sweet spring that appeared in front of him, his snot and saliva flowed sideways, and he suddenly hugged the golden ball thrown by Sherlock, and took a greedy breath.

Sherlock shook his head and muttered to himself:

"What a depraved man."

He walked to the end of the alley and saw a locked iron door with a gray statue against the wall.

It was a statue of a female goblin scratching her head, and it looked as if she had been abandoned here.

Sherlock walked directly in front of the statue and placed the dragged box in front of him, the statue opened its eyes, looked at Sherlock with scrutinizing eyes, and then said:

"The symbol is the same."

"Yu Yu is a different symbol."

The statue heard Sherlock's answer, then stood up, carefully climbed down the stone where it had been standing, then took out the key, walked to the side of the iron door, and opened it.

Sherlock nodded at the goblin statue and walked inside.

The goblin statue behind him carefully closed the iron door and took out the key to lock it.

The statue pulled out a magic welding torch, a mask that blocked out the light, and shone the mask on its face, aiming it at the crack in the door.

In the strong light and the firelight of the Jarra, the iron door was welded to death.

(Today's PY [Get Out] The Great God's "Summoning Nightmares", a story about ordinary people who can gain power from nightmares, introducing the masterpiece "Extreme Heavenly Demon" I believe most people know.) ）

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