Magical animals exist, and magical things will always happen. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoNow that Zhao Mai has seen the magical side of wizards, magic, and abilities in this world, he naturally wants to find out. He asked Tolkien to teach him the pronunciation of the rest of the spells, half of which could be unleashed. Although the effect is somewhat different from the spells used by wizards, this is a zero breakthrough after all!

"Sadartimuz...... This is a transformation spell, and Zhao Mai uses it to turn the quill in front of him into a rope. He envisioned turning it into a snake, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't create a natural force out of thin air. Other spells were also more or less problematic, such as the wrong color and form of the fire, or the removal of weapons instead of armor.

"Don't worry, I guess I'm getting my pronunciation wrong. I can see the effect now, and when I record it, I should be able to fix it. ”

"Tolkien, how did you come up with such a spell?"

"The Muse has found me and inspired me!" Tolkien said with a smug expression on his face.

Zhao Mai shook his head, put down his wand, and sat down in front of Tolkien: "I don't believe it, tell me in detail." ”

"Okay. Let me light a cigarette, it's enough for me to brag about. Tolkien gathered his thoughts as he straightened his pipe, and his words drifted out as the smoke rose from his pipe.

"I've been interested since I received this, so I'll use your McCammer spell to compare it with the Light spell to find the pattern. The stone book "The Origin of Magic" also gave me a lot of ideas, and I also made two spell structures, but I always had the feeling that something was very wrong. ”

"Two days ago I had a dream in which two clouds were talking to each other, and the sound was like thunder, wind and rain. When I woke up, the language of the clouds was a little blurry, but it was still in my memory, and I figured out a truth. The essence of the mantra text we see now is to record sound, and it is the sound that comes with the text first. The further back it goes, the more the written language is influenced by the cultural life of mankind. If I push forward with the pattern formed in the back, it is impossible to go back the way I came. I have to learn from nature, not obsessed with human pronunciation habits. ”

"I mainly refer to the dialogue of the clouds in the dream, and divide them through the sound of nature - the wind is the howl, the thunder is the crackling, and so on. On this basis, I will consider the method of backward deduction and the progress of wizarding society. Tolkien lifted his glasses and said, "I am inspired by the linguistic changes of the Middle Ages, the folklore and folklore of the pre-Dark Ages, the poetry and sacrificial writings of antiquity." I worked very fast after that, and so there was this thing you see. ”

Zhao Mai gave a heartfelt thumbs up to express his admiration. "Knowledge is power, and that's a real thing about that. In my eyes, this ability of yours is magic. ”

"Thank you for the compliment, but it's not that great, and most of it is inspired by dreams. ”

Zhao Mai naturally will not miss this detail: "dream". He always remembered to observe Tolkien, hoping to find the relationship between his work and the traversable world. The spell language that Zhao Mai now uses is a kind of "academic work" for Tolkien, and it is also a real system of spells. When Tolkien was composing this language, it is likely that the dream he mentioned was the influence of a certain time and space world on him.

"While we're excited right now, let's sort out this spell and make it more precise. Zhao Mai decided to strike while the iron was hot, and regardless of whether Tolkien had other things to do, he pulled him and started to work.

The two of them were busy until the sky was full of stars and yawns. Tolkien couldn't hold on anymore, Zhao Mai still kept instilling all kinds of "improvement requirements" into his head, and finally Tolkien fell asleep directly in Zhao Mai's room, accompanied by snoring, and his mouth was still muttering about the magic language.

Zhao Mai moved a chair and sat next to Tolkien, put his hand on his head, and let himself enter the green dream. Xiaohua also came in, dangling her finger and said to Zhao Mai, "You deliberately want to make him so tired?"

"Yes. Zhao Mai nodded: "Tolkien is my idol, and in my time, his fantasy works ushered in a new era. Xiaohua, you're from Gralion, but you've also seen that there are materials related to "Gralion" in my world. Tolkien would later write books, and his mind was somehow connected to other worlds, like a taxi. This afternoon's spell is not simple, but I think it's also a connection on a world level. ”

"In this way, green dreams are indeed the best means. Little Flower leaned in close to Tolkien and watched the natural Force ripples emanating from him. "How can I help you?"

"You are more sensitive to the Force of Nature than I am. Zhao Mai touched Xiaohua's head and felt the elastic touch of the red fluffy hair. In green dreams, all the signals received by the senses are provided by the Force of Nature, so the disembodied flowers feel exactly like real people. "Tolkien learned some psychic abilities from me, and I was able to communicate with it and keep an eye on his brain activity. ”

"So you've been prepared!"

"Unintentionally planted willows. I'm not a master prophecy of the unpredictable, and I could have anticipated this a few months ago. I taught Tolkien psychic abilities purely out of interest and friendship. Zhao Mai flicked it lightly on Xiaohua's forehead, "Don't say it, concentrate, he may start dreaming at any time." ”

Tolkien was so exhausted that he soon fell into a deep sleep. In the haze, he heard the sound of fighting between the clouds again.

This time the dream was clearer than the last time. The vast expanse of grassland is covered with rolling hills, and green weeds grow taller than your knees. Tolkien stood on the grass, his legs tangled in the grass, completely immobile. He could only turn and look in all directions.

The savannah is rather monotonous, with no flowers and trees, and no animals. All that was still moving around was the clouds in the sky. A colorful cloud moved slowly from the south, while the other three directions were all black and oppressive, and they rushed over.

The clouds began to make dull sounds again, powerful and emotional, and the whole world prostrated down to listen to the language of the clouds. Tolkien stood on the grass and looked up, he listened hard, memorized by heart, hoping to say something to Zhao Mai when he woke up.

At this moment, not far from him, the grass writhed and suddenly began to grow taller, and soon turned into a human form with a head, a torso, and limbs. Although the straw man has no facial features, Tolkien feels that it feels familiar. In his astonished gaze, the straw man pulled his grass legs out of the ground, then crouched down and approached a small flower at his feet and said a few words. The small flowers are delicate and lovely, with red petals, white stems, green leaves, and black roots.

Then, a gust of wind blew, and the straw man rose with the wind and flew straight towards the clouds. (To be continued.) )