A way should be found to unite this brass dragon against Frostwings.

Darius rolled his eyes, looking at the big brass dragon that he had heard a few bards boast about the frost wings, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, the brass dragon was a curious and talkative creature, once it was aroused by something, a conversation could last for more than ten days and ten nights.

This is nothing for a dragon, but it is terrible for a human, and the brass dragon, who is not satisfied with his conversation, is very easily angry, and likes to bury the poor creature that refuses to talk to him in the sand with only one head exposed, and talk until the brass dragon is satisfied......

Food such as bugs, live lizards, etc., Brass Dragon will still provide to the victim, if the victim does not eat it...... This, the brass dragon probably won't let the victim really starve to death...... Right?

Just as Darius was mentally prepared and decided to absorb the Great Brass Dragon into the Windtalker Alliance, the Great Brass Dragon picked up the manuscript brought by Hermitros, and an interested expression appeared on his face: "So, you want to use this method to incite the people's dissatisfaction with the Frost Wings?"

"Not bad. Darius said cautiously, "Lord Goriansky, the effect of these actions is not obvious now, but it is necessary to constantly remind the people of the Northland of the evil nature of the Frost Wings, and to use some unsightly content to reduce the awe of the Frost Wings in the hearts of the people. ”

"Ah~haha!" The big brass dragon snorted, but Darius frowned, he suddenly felt a dangerous aura, and he couldn't find where this murderous aura came from.

"What a great idea. The Great Brass Dragon continued, "But how are you going to use these manuscripts against Frost Wings?

Darius's face twitched, he looked at the big brass dragon with a curious face, and wondered whether this dragon was a coincidence or had ulterior motives? The propaganda work in the North Wind Harbor was a shameful effect, and he was so slapped in the face that he was speechless.

The scholar suddenly opened up: "Similar political attack poems, in the target jurisdiction, both the effect of propaganda and the way of propaganda are very limited, but outside the target jurisdiction, the expression can be relatively flexible, such as ...... Opera?"

"Good idea!" the old bard clapped his hands, "how did we not think of this method?"

"Opera? Haha! Sounds funny. The big brass dragon's eyes flickered, and suddenly grabbed Hermitros: "Why don't you write him out now and get ready to deal with Frost Wings?"

The silver dragon girl's eyes moved, and an interested expression appeared on her face.

"My lord, you have no problem writing an opera, but this place is not suitable. Hermitros didn't react for a while, but Darius intuitively felt a little weird, he looked at the big brass dragon with great interest, and there was an indescribable feeling in his heart: "The procedures for compiling the opera are complicated, and we are not equipped enough, so I am afraid it will be difficult for us to ......be competent."

"Not today, not tomorrow, not today, not that or that, dragging it around, when will it be able to produce results?" The big brass dragon glared and grabbed Hermitros: "Boy, our brass dragon clan can't learn from those mortal bureaucratic organizations, and everything is blocked, what kind of obstacle is not all equipment?

"That's right! That's right!" the old scholar nodded again and again, agreeing with this theory: "Style and art are not limited by instruments, such as the "Snow Field Long Poem" of the Northland Barbarians, the only instrument used is leaves, I listened to this group of poems in the Snow Barbarian tribe thirty years ago, the barbarian shaman does not know if he is still there, it is said that the entire Barbarian tribe in the Northland, only he can use leaves to accompany this song. ”

There was an intoxicated look on his face, but Darius next to him screamed bitterly, to put it a little ugly, these part-time scouts and demagogues are all third-rate in their own jobs, where are they capable of compiling any opera? The big brass dragon in front of him is obviously caught in the brass dragon's comic mode, ready to go crazy, this artist is still fanning the flames!

I saw that the big brass dragon stretched out his hand, and several guys were swept into a big cave.

"In order to defeat the evil Frost Wings, you will compose the lyrics and music here, and leave it to me for acceptance. If you don't qualify, don't think about going out, you can't even write a poem, and you still want to rely on this to defeat the Frost Wings?"

Darius looked at the tightly sealed mountain walls around him and the large brass dragon that blocked the entrance of the cave, and the bitter water in his heart gushed out.

What fool thinks that this thing can be used to defeat the Frost Wings? Isn't it just a war of public opinion and disgusting people?

What to do with the organization of things that delay a lot of time here?

Part-time liaison officer of the Northland Wind Whisperer Alliance's secret agent, Darius was bitter in his heart, he looked at the big brass dragon, did he ask this guy to speak for him?

......

Darius leaned against the mountain wall, and a mouthful of rancid water poured up from his stomach and intestines to his throat, and he spit it out directly.

He slumped to the ground, his face full of despair and pain.

As a third-rate poet, he never imagined that the poems he sang could bring them such pain.

His throat was completely hoarse, and he lived for more than ten days in a row, so that he could only use the word 'life is worse than death' to describe his miserable situation.

When he left the underground of Beifeng Port, although he was embarrassed, his mental state was still good, and he still had leisure to think, and when he returned to the south after handing over the task, he could get rid of the smell of the underground of Beifeng Port, but after ten days, his body became more stinky, his clothes were completely tattered, and he almost became a wild man.

There is still a water source in Beifeng Harbor where you can wash clothes and bathe, but how can there be this thing in this cave?

Twelve days! They haven't left here for a day!

Darius sat dying on the ground, and saw the miscellaneous grains with sand and the stinky water full of impurities spread on the leaves of the trees beside him, and the half-cut lizard beside the miscellaneous grains, and his eyes were dark for a while.

He couldn't imagine that he would eat such a thing one day, or bite it off in his sleep, and when he woke up, he felt something in his stomach, and he was a little surprised, and then he had the illusion that the upper body of the lizard was crawling in the stomach.

Beasts.

Darius cursed the great brass dragon who called himself Golyonski with grief and indignation, and even said that only a hard life can give birth to great art, but it is so hard that the soil can't be fed, and he still talks about the art of fart?

He began to wonder if the big brass dragon was playing tricks on them, but after ten days, they all knew that the little girl who had been listening to their singing was a silver dragon, and in the eyes of the so-called good camp, the silver dragon was born as a kind of evidence, so no one suspected that this brass dragon was a fake dragon.

But this day can't be passed, every day is to compose lyrics and compose, composition is better, this big brass dragon provides a lot of material, even the scholar is full of praise, a whole computer system from the other world of music, of course, can fool these backward information ability of the soil buns, the old scholar is quite real, can distinguish from different musicians of the style of the subtle differences. For this reason, he was also treated well by this big brass dragon, and could eat cooked meat and fresh ingredients, which made Darius envious and jealous.

You must know that even the genuine brass dragon Hermitros can't stand it, and these days, he has begged his Golyonsky every day, and even began to call this elder of the same clan grandpa, but to no avail.

This grandfather is very impressive, and as a member of the Brass Dragon Clan, he should be even more strict.

So Hermitros watched the big brass dragon eat and drink while reading the manuscript with red eyes every day, but he didn't dare to attack at all, and whenever Darius saw the eyes of this brass dragon, he wondered if this guy would suddenly violate the dogma of the metal dragon and burst out to eat people.

Everything is a matter of lyrics.

Golyonski said that it is necessary to have a strong enough text to deal a blow to the reputation of the Frost Wings, to profoundly accept its conspiracy, to expose its privacy and so on, and to play the three vulgar plots to attract attention, and to profoundly expose the various illegal acts and conspiracies of the Frost Wings from the perspective of reason, what kind of reasoning should be used? Class struggle? Racial righteousness! Human supremacy! There is not much to find a reason?

A few others didn't know what to say, but the old scholar and Darius were amazed, the old scholar was very appreciative of this high-end satire, and Darius opened up a new world before his eyes.

It's just that Hemmy, the lyricist, has to be rewritten with a vulgar style, forced to raise the vulgar style, and rewritten if the criticism is not deep enough, and scolding the Frost Wings is not only to be reasonable, but also to scold the elegant and distinctive, the narrative cannot be a running account, and the effect of an epic blockbuster must be written.

Even if all of these are met, there are more complex requirements: "Let me be clear: write a maximum of one sentence about appearance, just one adjective that is not important, no more than one paragraph for close-up of scenery, not more than five sentences to be exact, who the hell tells you to write about the scenery in more detail and exquisitely, the better? Is the reader sitting there listening to a story or listening to you talk about National Geographic? This is called irrigation, you know? Also,Every update must be written to complete a plot.,It's not allowed to write half of a plot before it is finished.,We used to call this kind of guy a broken dog;Finally,Update fast.,I'm exercising you, boy.,How can you mix in this line if you don't update 3,000 words a day?With your update speed,It's not as good as the great eunuch of Lezatos Xuanyan.。 ”

Hermitros looked at the new manuscript that had been torn in half, knelt at the feet of the big brass dragon, and wiped a handful of blood and tears on the brass dragon's thigh: "Grandpa Goriansky, I really can't do it! You don't give me food every day, and you force me to write a manuscript every day, and you say that you can mix it up with 3,000 words a day? When do I write less than 20,000 words these days? You see that I am so diligent, spare me!"

"What's the use of being diligent? Where are so many bards coming from? Ah, my good grandson, I believe that you have talent, and this is training you, and you have to force out your talent with this amazing number of words. The big brass dragon laughed, and Darius watched coldly, suddenly realizing that there was something hidden behind this smile.

He let out a grief, and the feeling of weakness in his body reminded him that it was useless to think about anything now, and he had to wait for this strange brass dragon to show mercy and quickly release them.

"Mr. Hemmy, your talent for poetry is quite good compared to those who don't know most words, at least the past few days of training have made you grow a lot. The scholar shook his head slowly, then shook his head, and said to the big brass dragon with admiration: "Although the writing technique mentioned by Mr. is somewhat utilitarian, it is quite pertinent, and I guess that the text written in this way of writing will inevitably advance the plot quickly, and the rhythm will be bright, and it is easy to attract the audience." ”

"Not bad, not bad!" The big brass dragon laughed, looking at this old man, he also admired it very much, but he didn't expect that among this group of stupid bards, there was also a real material, and he saw through the superiority of this writing technique at a glance.

The old scholar was quite excited, he looked at the big brass dragon, and began to wonder if this ancient dragon had been a professional bard when he was young, so that he could have this kind of experience, and he had joys and worries in his heart, and the promotion of such skills would inevitably shock and stimulate the bard industry.

But will such a writing technique make the bard more utilitarian and erase the artistry?

So thought the veteran scholar who had studied the art of bards all his life.

Ten days later, Darius was like a pure savage, covered in a thick layer of dirt, unkempt and haggard, and skinny and skinny.

However, the good news is that after several rectifications, the new version of "Song of the White Dragon" has been formed in one piece, and finally the big brass dragon is satisfied!

Before Hermitros and the bards could rejoice, they saw the big brass dragon that had been blocking the entrance to the cave burst into laughter, and the metallic yellow tide faded all over its body, and its body swelled rapidly, and the rubble fell with a bang, and an even greater white dragon stretched open the hole.

Darius's pupils shrank. He looked at the white dragon, and the little silver dragon girl who was still smiling very brightly at the feet of the white dragon, his brain short-circuited for a while, and his thinking logic did not connect what had happened these days with this white dragon with a playful expression.

"Hahaha. The white dragon laughed: "You bold fools, sneaking around in Beifeng Harbor, really think I don't know anything?"

"Frost Wings!!" Darius' eyes widened.