Frost Wings

We should find a way to unite this brass dragon to fight against the Wings of Frost.

Darius rolled his eyes and looked at this big brass dragon who listened to a few bards bragging about Wings of Frost and Cold, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. Brass dragons are curious and chatty creatures. A conversation can last for more than ten days and ten nights because of something provoked to talk about sex.

For a dragon this time is nothing, for a human it is terrible, a brass dragon who is not satisfied with talking is very easy to get angry, and likes to bury the poor worm who refuses to talk to him in the sand to reveal only one. Head, keep chatting until the brass dragon is satisfied...

The Brass Dragon will still provide food such as insects and live lizards 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 when Dallis made mental preparations and decided to absorb this big brass dragon into the Wind Whisperer Alliance, the big brass dragon picked up the manuscript brought by Hermitros, with a very interested expression on his face. Expression: "So, you want to use this method to incite people's dissatisfaction with Frost Wings?"

"That's right." Dalis said cautiously: "Sir Goriansky, the effect of these actions is not obvious now, but it can often remind the people of the north of the evil nature of Frost Wings; It is still necessary to reduce the awe of the Frost Wings in the hearts of the people."

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

"What a good idea." The big brass dragon continued: "But how are you going to use these manuscripts to deal with Frost Wings? Do you want to promote it to the wanderers in the underground waterway?"

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

The scholar suddenly opened his mouth: "Similar political attack poetry, in the target jurisdiction, there are great restrictions on the effect of the propaganda and the way of propaganda, but outside the target jurisdiction, the expression can be relatively flexible, such as... opera?"

"Good idea!" The old bard clapped his hands. "Why didn't we think of this method?"

"Opera? Haha! It sounds very interesting." The big brass dragon eye rolled and suddenly grabbed Hemetros: "Why don't you write him now to prepare for the Frost Wing? ?"

The silver dragon girl's eyes moved, and there was an expression of interest on her face.

"Sir, it's fine for you to write an opera, but this place is not suitable." Hermitros didn't respond for a while, but Darius intuitively felt a little strange. He looked at the interesting big brass dragon, and his heart There is something indescribably wrong: "The procedure for compiling an opera is complicated, and we have insufficient equipment, so I am afraid it is difficult to do it..."

"I can't do it today, I can't do it tomorrow, I can't do this, I can't do that either. It's procrastinating. When will the results come out?" A family can’t learn from the bureaucratic organization of those mortals, and they will push back on everything they encounter. What is the obstacle if they don’t have all the equipment? Isn’t the original bard able to sing while knocking on a stone?”

"That's right! That's right!" The old scholar nodded again and again, agreeing with this theory: "Style and art are not something that can be limited by instruments. For example, in the Northern Barbarian's "Snowfield Long Poem", the only musical instrument used is leaves. I listened to this group of poems in the Xueman tribe ten years ago, the barbarian shaman does not know if he is still there, it is said that in the entire northern barbarian tribe, he is the only one who can accompany this song with leaves."

There was a look of intoxication on his face, but Dallis next to him cried out bitterly, to put it a bit harshly. These part-time scouts and instigators are all third-rate bards in their own jobs. How can they be capable of producing operas? The big brass dragon in front of him is obviously caught in the amusing mode of the brass dragon, ready to go crazy, this artist is still fanning the flames!

As soon as the big brass dragon stretched out his hand, several guys were dragged into a big cave.

"In order to defeat the evil Wings of Frost and Cold, you are here to compose the lyrics and music, and leave it to me for acceptance. If you don't pass the test, don't even think about going out. You can't even write a poem well, and you still want to use this to defeat the Frost and Cold. Wings?"

Darius looked at the tightly sealed mountain wall and the big brass dragon blocking the entrance of the cave, and the bitter water in his heart came out endlessly.

Which idiot thinks that this thing can defeat Wings of Frost? Isn't it just a war of public opinion and disgusting people?

Spending a lot of time here, what to do with the organization?

As a part-time liaison officer of the Northland Wind Whisperers Alliance spy, Dalis complained in his heart. He looked at the big brass dragon, did he ask this guy to speak on his behalf?

...

Dalis supported the mountain wall, and a mouthful of sour water rushed up his throat from his stomach and spit it out.

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

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

His throat has been completely hoarse, and he has lived for more than ten consecutive days, so that he can only use the word "life is better than death" to describe his misery.

When he left Beifenggang underground, although he was in a state of embarrassment, his mental state was still good, and he still had time to think. It stinks even more, and the clothes are completely tattered, almost a savage.

There is still water in Beifenggang to wash clothes and bathe, but where is this thing in this cave?

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

Dallis sat on the ground with his dying breath, and saw the grains with sand and the stinky water full of impurities spread on the leaves next to him, as well as the half-lived lizards beside the grains.

He couldn't imagine that he would eat this kind of thing one day. He bit it out in his sleep. When he woke up, he felt something in his stomach, and he was a little surprised. Then there was a lizard crawling in his stomach. illusion.

Beast.

Darius cursed this big brass dragon who called himself Gorionsky with grief and anger, and said that only a hard life can give birth to great art, but it is so hard that the soil can't be eaten, and it's nonsense. Art?

He began to wonder if the big brass dragon was playing tricks on them, but for more than ten days, they all knew that the little girl who had been listening to them singing was a silver dragon. In the eyes of the so-called good camp, a silver dragon was born It is a kind of evidence; so until now no one suspects that this brass dragon is a fake dragon.

But these days can’t be over. Every day is composing and composing. The composition is better. This big brass dragon provides a lot of materials, and even the scholar is full of praise , of course, it can fool these **** with backward information ability, but the old scholars have quite real materials, and can distinguish the subtle differences in the styles of works from different musicians. For this reason, he was treated kindly by this big brass dragon, who could eat cooked meat and fresh ingredients, making Darius envious and jealous.

You must know that even the authentic brass dragon Hemetros couldn't stand it. These days, he begged his Gurionsky every day, and even started to call the elder of the same family grandpa, but it was useless.

This grandfather is plausible. As a member of the Brass Dragon Clan, he should be more strict.

So Hemetros looked at the big brass dragon with red eyes every day while reading the manuscript and eating and drinking, but he didn't dare to attack at all. Whenever Dalis saw the eyes of this brass dragon, he doubted that this guy would not It will suddenly violate the dogma of the metal dragon and violently eat people.

Everything is a matter of writing.

Goriansky said that there must be enough powerful words to be able to deal a blow to the reputation of Frost Wings, to deeply accept its conspiracy, to expose its privacy and so on. From a rational point of view, what is the rationale for deeply exposing the various wrongdoings and conspiracies of Wings of Frost? Class struggle? Racial justice! Human supremacy! Wouldn't it be too much to find a reason?

Several other people didn't know what it was, but both the old scholar and Dalis were amazed. The old scholar appreciated this high-end satire, and Dalis opened up a new world in front of him.

It's just that Hemi, the lyricist, must rewrite the vulgar style, and force the vulgar style to be raised. If the criticism is not profound enough, it must be rewritten. To scold Frost and Cold Wings, you must not only scold them reasonably, but also scold them elegantly. It has its own characteristics. The narrative cannot be a running account, and the effect of an epic blockbuster must be written.

Even if these are satisfied, there are more complicated requirements: "Tell you a little more clearly: write at most one sentence about appearance, and only one adjective for unimportant dragons. The close-up of scenery is not allowed to exceed one paragraph, to be precise, no more than five sentences. , who told you that the more detailed and beautiful the scenery, the better? Are readers sitting there listening to stories or listening to you talk about National Geographic? This is called irrigation, you know? Also, every update must write a plot, not allowed A story is half-written and has to be continued. We used to call this kind of guy a broken chapter dog; finally, update faster, I am training you, boy, how can you be in this business without updating 3,000 words a day? Just you The update speed is not as good as that of the great **** Lezatos Huyan."

Looking at the new manuscript that was torn in half, Hemetros knelt at the feet of the big brass dragon, smearing blood and tears on the brass dragon's thigh: "Grandpa Goriansky, I really No way! You don't give me food every day, and you force me to write manuscripts every day. You say three thousand words a day to get mixed up? When did I write less than twenty thousand words a day these days? You look at me for being so diligent ,forgive me!"

"What's the use of diligence? If diligence is useful, where do so many bards come from? Ah, my dear grandson, I believe you have talent, this is training you, and you will be forced out with this amazing number of words. Talent." The big brass dragon laughed, and Darius watched coldly, suddenly feeling that there was something hidden behind this smile.

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

"Mr. Hermi, your talent for poetry is quite good compared to the guy who doesn't know most of the words. At least the training in the past few days has made you make great progress." The scholar nodded swayingly, then shook his head, quite Admiringly, he said to the big brass dragon: "Although the writing technique mentioned by Mr. is somewhat utilitarian, it is quite pertinent. I guess that the words written in this way of writing will inevitably advance the plot quickly~www.wuxiahere.com~ The rhythm is lively and easy to attract the audience.”

"Not bad, not bad!" The big brass dragon laughed, looking at this old man with admiration. I didn't expect that there was a real person among this group of silly bards, who could see through this writing style at a glance. the superiority.

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. Going, it will inevitably shock and stimulate the bard industry.

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

So thought the old scholar who had studied bard art all his life.

Ten days later, Darius became like a pure savage, his body was covered with a thick layer of mud, his face was unkempt and haggard, and his whole body was skinny.

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

Before Hemetros and a few bards could be happy, they saw the big brass dragon that had been blocking the entrance of the cave burst into laughter. The metallic yellow tide faded from its body, and its body swelled rapidly. A huge white dragon propped open the hole.

Darius' pupils shrank. He looked at the white dragon, and the little girl with the silver dragon who was still smiling brightly at the feet of the white dragon, his mind was short-circuited for a while, and his thinking logic did not connect the events of the past few days with this playful white dragon.

"Hahaha." The white dragon laughed loudly: "You daring fools, sneaking around in North Wind Harbor, do you really think I don't know anything?"

"Wings of Frost and Cold!!" Darius widened his eyes.

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