"Mr. Frank, I'm leaving at once, but before I leave, I want to ask you something, can you give me some more time?" The Nightmare Circus is leaving, which means that the full day of excitement has passed, and Zhang Dali is indescribably tired in his heart. He even wanted to sleep in the game, but he didn't. Because life is not only about fighting, but when the old day passes, a new day also comes. In order to live, he must muster up 120,000 spirits and devote himself to the battle of the new day.

"What's the matter?" Frank asked quizzically, as he carefully took down the flag and rolled it up.

"I would like to ask you if all of these magic runes contain magic, or can they become magic at any time?" From the moment he entered Frank's tent, Zhang Dali was concerned about the runes floating all over the tent. The last time he left, he was so preoccupied that he forgot to ask Frank about magic runes. Now is the most important opportunity, and he can't afford to miss it again.

"Can't you feel it?" Frank asked rhetorically.

"I can feel it, but I don't know how you can do it. Mr. Frank, you have shown me what magic is, and I don't think I'll ever forget these mysterious magical runes. I wonder if you can fulfill my little wish and simply tell me how to make such a magic rune? "The magic runes are complicated and mysterious, they look very profound, not like they can be easily made, Zhang Dali doesn't expect Frank to really tell him how to make magic runes. But it would be good to be able to get some information, Zhang Dali felt that a smart brain like him might be able to figure out the trick of making magic runes based on clues.

Frank, who had already put the flag in his arms in the storage ring, looked up at Zhang Dali when he heard this, and then said in a very solemn tone: "I smelled the breath of a dragon from you, tell me, undead, do you know how to speak dragon?" ”

Hearing Frank divert the topic and secretly think, "Is this going to make a deal with me?" Zhang Dali was overjoyed and replied, "Yes, Mr. Frank." ”

"Then you don't know how to do dragon magic?" Hearing Zhang Dali's answer, the wrinkles on Frank's face slowly unfolded like a bud in the morning.

"Yes, but I'll only have one." When Frank asked this, Zhang Dali felt even more playful, so the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl slightly.

"I can see you're proud of that." Reaching out and pinching a blue ** magic rune floating on his shoulder, Frank threw the magic rune out of the tent and said, "If you want to know how to make these magic runes, then you can write down your dragon magic chant and give it to me." ”

The magic rune Frank threw exploded in mid-air with a snap of Frank's fingers, and a small rain of ice suddenly fell under the cool but not cold night sky outside the tent.

The dense cone of cold ice fell to the ground like a spear, and suddenly all the green grass on the grassland was sparsely rotten, and the black mud that originally lived under the grass was also bombarded by the ice pick.

The rain lasted only three seconds before it dissipated, leaving only the potholes and sparse earth to complain bitterly and silently of the mercilessness of the rain.

"I need a pen, Mr. Frank. Oh yes, I also need a piece of paper. Zhang Dali knew that this was Frank showing him the power of magic runes, and the effect was remarkable, and his curiosity about magic runes was successfully seduced into possessiveness.

"It's a pleasure to serve you." With another snap of his fingers, a white gesone pen and a piece of parchment were conjured out of thin air by Frank like a trick.

"You're so handsome, I wish you a good job." Zhang Dali was very envious of Frank's method of inducing magic runes to conjure pen and paper with a snap of his fingers, but now was obviously not the time to learn such an acrobatic little trick, so he could only write and sing the eulogy of the trembling Huangquan while silently praying in his heart that Frank would be struck by lightning when he went out.

"Mr. Frank, I've written it, and I'll ask you to take a look at it." Huang Quan's eulogy was not long, and Zhang Dali quickly wrote the eulogy.

"This is indeed the language of dragons, can you explain the meaning?" Frank was able to confirm that Zhang Dali was indeed writing in dragon language, but he only knew the shape but not the meaning.

"Well, the meaning of this dragon language is a little rude, do you really want to hear it, Mr. Frank?" Huang Quan's trembling eulogy was the foul language of the dragon clan, for fear that if he couldn't say it, it would make Frank unhappy, so Zhang Dali had to remind him first.

"The dragon clan is an arrogant race, you say." Frank had studied dragon magic a little, and he knew that the chanting of dragon magic was filthy and rude, and if he wasn't rude, he wouldn't believe that Zhang Dali had written a real dragon magic chant.

"I'm a dragon, I'm proud, if you want to die, you can die, two hundred and five waste scum, all rolled to hell." Zhang Dalishi said.

"Well, even though you're a little obscure, I think I understood." Zhang Dali's limerick sounded a little foggy to Frank, but in order to show the wisdom of a great sage, he felt that he should understand.

"Then, Mr. Frank, can you tell me how to make magic runes?" He had happily handed over the dragon magic spell, and Zhang Dali felt that Frank should also tell him how to make magic runes.

With a snap of his fingers, he conjured up a quaint book with intricate magical patterns on the cover, and Frank handed the book to Zhang Dali, saying, "These carrierless magic runes are not something you can create now, I think, you need to start from the basics." This is an introductory textbook for magical runes, so you should take it and study it. ”

""Three Thousand Questions for the Blue Cat Naughty", cough cough, "Three Thousand Questions for Magic Runes", you can learn how to make magic scrolls after reading it. Damn, it's really this, it's a bomb! He took the thick "Three Thousand Questions on Magic Runes" from Frank's hand, looked at the attribute description, and found that this book was the magic scroll making book that he had been thinking about since he saw the magic runes, and Zhang Dali was ecstatic in his heart.

The life skill introduction on the official website of "Chaos" lists the rare life skill of magic scroll making, and since it is rare, it naturally attracted Zhang Dali's attention and made him always think about it in his heart.

Because of this, after seeing the magic runes in Frank's tent, he immediately thought of magic scroll making.

The magic scroll is a must-have item for a monk's trip, fighting monsters, killing people, and killing people, and having a magic scroll means that you can carry a few more skills with you, which is of great significance.

Especially for his young man with limited skill slots, learning how to make magic scrolls will undoubtedly improve his strength a lot, and even make earth-shaking changes.

"The opportunity is self-inflicted, I'm so powerful." Thinking of getting such a powerful life skill because of his own struggle, Zhang Dali couldn't help but praise himself in his heart.

(The lengthy Nightmare Circus is coming to an end, and a new chapter is about to begin.) I'm sorry, but I was going to write something out of this volume, but it seems to have been taken for granted so much that it dragged on a bit. But no matter what, this is a volume of the protagonist from behind the scenes to the front of the stage, and it can be regarded as a big volume after the apocalypse. Then, I seemed to have forgotten what I wanted to say, and I paused for more than three minutes before I could remember it, so I hope everyone will have a good time. Thank you for your support, and ask for recommendation votes by the way, thank you. ）