Arcane Linguist

Chapter 147
For Roland, the "Dream" series of spells are not only the basis of personal secrets, they can be extended and transformed into a variety of spells related to wishing, and they can also create economic benefits along the way.

After returning from Rune City, he devoted himself to the research of this spell non-stop.

Scudder was very interested in this, and even found him to confirm it.

"Is this "dream technique" a simplified version of the "wish technique", is it really so magical? "

Roland squinted and smiled: "There is everything in the dream, do you think it is magical?"

"I really don't know how you came up with this kind of spell, it's simply exquisite!"

Scout sighed.

He didn't know that Roland had soul background and divine power to cheat.

But these secrets are not well known.

It's as if a self-made boss won't tell you what he really relies on.

Asking is hard work.

After discussing his own affairs, Roland asked them about their research progress.

Skold said: "Recently, I have cooperated with Tebault and plan to make a big printing scroll. Now I have made a lot of masters, and I am constantly debugging to reduce costs."

"Cost..." Roland thought deeply, "The scroll printing technique in the laboratory has been verified long ago, but it cannot be put into production at all before the cost drops. I wish you all reach that critical point as soon as possible."

Immediately, she turned to the side: "Yi Wen, what about you?"

Yiwen was still holding the book, looking timid and introverted.

Hearing Roland's question, he hurriedly said, "I'm still improving "Oracle Bone Divination". "

Roland smiled slightly, and said: "Recently, I saw that "Oracle Bone Divination" is very popular in the Joint Research Association, and many members have already started to learn it.

The overall effect of this kind of spell is not as good as "prophecy", but "prophecy" is mostly a divine spell cast with the help of the power of the gods, and it is best used in the priest system, while "oracle bone divination" seeks the nature of the world and the spirit of the ancestors The power is more suitable for us mages.

My advice is to forego getting more revelations and seek more precise and stable inauspicious results! "

Egwene nodded repeatedly.

……

A few more days passed, and it was December 5th.

Roland was lying on the rocking chair in the house, humming a little tune, and playing with the fox-eared lady's tail.

The succubus partner, Al, knelt on the other side, took his hand, and said coquettishly, "Master, you haven't practiced calligraphy with others for several years."

"What for several years, didn't you just practice yesterday?"

"What you said yourself is like not seeing each other every day, it has been several years."

"Al, the autumn of Sanqiu is not interpreted as an autumn in a year, but the whole autumn, the meaning of the quarter, so it is only nine months... No, why am I comparing this with you?
There are still serious things to do tonight, so be good and don't make trouble. "

"Oh." Al was a little disappointed.

"Look at your little mouth, it's so pouted that you can hang a hook. Come on, have a sweet one, and I will accompany you when I have time."

Roland reached out and pinched her tender face, and said with a smile.

However, in the blink of an eye, he went out and headed for the Dragon Palace on the top of the mountain outside.

"That green dragon is really abominable. It snatched away our master. We must find a way to squeeze out our master later. We can't let that green dragon take advantage of it."

Al's complexion suddenly fell, and he said to the fox-eared lady in the room.

Hu Er Niang blinked, but she didn't understand why she was so serious.

"You really don't know what to do, Master's energy and money are limited, if we spend them on that green dragon, we don't have our share.

That guy took so many advantages by virtue of being a seventh-order powerhouse...

No, I must persuade the master to hire more succubi sisters later. You are now serving as the master's personal maid, responsible for daily life, and you have to fight for me! "

Ai Er said with a look of hatred that iron cannot be made into steel, and said bitterly.

As Roland's personal butler, she had already managed the inner house to a docile level, but she never expected that the green dragon outside would steal the house.

Just when Al was secretly planning a big plan to fight for favor, Roland had already arrived at the Dragon Palace on the opposite mountain.

"Hey, isn't this brother Roland? I said why the magpies were chirping at the door early in the morning. It turned out that some distinguished guests came to the door. Come and sit inside."

The green dragon Cuina was crouching in the hall of the cave palace in the shape of a dragon, her eyes fixed on the small projection screen, and she looked happy when she saw Roland coming in.

Roland couldn't help but be speechless when he thought of the sight of all birds and beasts on the road when he came here.

Suddenly there is an extra green dragon living in this barren mountain, not to mention magpies, not even crows.

"Sister Cuihua, I brought you some pastries, they taste pretty good."

Roland put down the small gift he brought, and then said caringly.

"Don't be dazzled by such a small screen, why don't you look back in human form?"

"Aren't you confused now, our dragon form is the real body, and it takes magic power to change the human form.

Besides, my eyesight is very good, and smaller characters don't matter. "

Roland shook his head, so he had no choice but to ignore this matter, and asked about other things he cared about.

Right now he has a good relationship with the green dragon, at least on the surface.

As for what's going on behind the scenes, as long as you know what's going on in your heart and don't have too many unrealistic fantasies, you won't get hurt.

Even raising a kitten has two faces, let alone a giant dragon?
Roland also made up his mind, relying on the eternal kung fu to grind slowly.

No matter how bad it is, you can stabilize the opponent and digest the fragments of the godhead.

Back in the tower, Al, who was in charge of handling confidential affairs, told Roland good news: "Master, the "New Practical Spell "Dream"" you submitted in the second half of last month has passed the review, and it will be released next month as usual. Published on the 10th. "

Roland nodded, and checked the reaction on the magic net as usual.

This kind of spell was finally classified as a level 2 ritual magic, and it could only be used after mastering lucid dreams.

"Put down the magic circle required for the ceremony in a lucid dream, and use the dream to perform the promotion ceremony...

If it succeeds, it will obtain the third level of magic power and control level. If it fails, it will experience the terrible consequences of failing to wish in a nightmare.

This magic is quite difficult, it is recommended to learn the principle of wishing before learning..."

On the magic net, after everyone knew about it, there was a sound of lamentation.

This kind of magic promotion is not very meaningful.

Relatively harsh conditions, and when there is no blessing of divine power, compared with the difficulty of learning "Limited Wishing Art", it almost makes it tasteless.

But at this time, some high-level mages saw a bright spot.

"You can use it to master the "Limited Wishing Technique"!The two principles are inherently interlinked. "

"It can also act on the target, allowing the subject to be promoted!"

That's right, this promotion ceremony can be used on designated targets, not just on oneself.

Although the conditions are a bit harsh, compared to other methods of helping others to advance, there is not much benefit to speak of.

However, there is still an option.

Especially the Iser School, those who mastered dreams, welcomed this.

Lunifers sent a special congratulatory letter and said to Roland: "Honey, it's great that you can create such a spell. I think it can be used to promote it in the tower..."

Roland communicated with her, but he didn't care much about the promotion of this spell.

He is more concerned about how to get rid of the restriction of "casting in a dream".

Waking up with more bread and water on the table may sound magical, but it’s actually quite restrictive.

If it can be like a daydream, and you can get more things you want in your hands in a trance, then it is suitable for popularization.

It can only be said that there is still a long way to go to reach this level.

……

Just when Roland was working hard for the "daydream of bread and water", the Kingdom of Reiner was in a hidden valley surrounded by peaks.

Serad, the leader of the Restoration Army of Tinyala, put on a simple and majestic metal armor, with a huge hammer at his feet, and looked up at his wife dancing on the stage.

The belief in Tinyara was shattered, the tribes were relocated several times, and the traditional culture was almost fragmented. The Restoration Army has made many reforms throughout the ages, including the gods and beliefs, which have long been beyond recognition.

But the combination of the king and the wizard is still very complete.

The chief couple acted as the king and the priest, controlling the body and spirit of the people respectively. This basic division of labor and cooperation has lasted for thousands of years.

His wife is currently serving as the high priest, and the dance she dances is a sacrificial dance full of wildness.

Surrounded by some servants of noble birth, they worshiped devoutly.

They are the descendants of the nobles, men will lead the tribal warriors and control the legion, while women will become priests and discipline women and children.

Facing the altar, the high priest trembled with excitement from time to time, shaking from side to side, as if begging for the attention of the gods.

You can also vaguely see from the movements of the hands and feet that it simulates the running and jumping of wild animals, full of wild power.

The surrounding torches were burning brightly, illuminating the entire altar.

As a king, Serrad watched his wife pretending to be a ghost with some boredom, but still put on a serious look on his face. When the sacrificial ceremony reached the important part of offering sacrifices, he knelt down like a golden mountain and a jade pillar. He took the lead in prostrating.

"Sacrifice!"

The high priest announced loudly.

The trombone sounded, and the warriors of the tribe pushed some prisoners captured on the battlefield up.

The captives had a premonition, screamed in terror, and struggled hard, but they were still roughly pushed down on the altar.

Serrad stood up, walked up with the hammer, and mercilessly smashed it down, smashing the head of the prisoner in front of him to pieces.

Everyone raised their heads and shouted frantically when they saw this scene.

"Hoho!"

"mighty!"

Immediately afterwards, the leaders of the Restoration Army came to power one by one and acted as executioners.

One with two, three with four...

As a total of twelve headless corpses fell, a large amount of blood gathered in the groove on the altar and flowed into the blood pool below.

The pond seemed to have been there for some years, soaked in blood all the year round, exuding a strange aura.

With the inflow of fresh blood, the blood that had dried up became alive again, and the surrounding stones seemed to have turned into the flesh and blood of living things, faintly wriggling and twitching.

When the corpses drained the blood, the blood flow in the groove gradually dried up and gradually turned into a trickle.

Suddenly, the blood surged, turning into more than a dozen hazy figures and flying up.

After hovering in mid-air for a while, these figures poured into the executioner's body.

"Success!"

Seeing this scene, the high priest's expression moved slightly, and he secretly looked at his husband, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Serrad felt the surging power gushing out of his body, and he was very excited.

The sacrifice was successful!
The spirits of the ancestors responded to their prayers and became possessed by the totem power of "Headless Xing Tian" as a blessing of divine power!

This totem power is actually a secret method mastered by his family, which came from an accidental adventure thousands of years ago.

The secret method of enshrining and enriching the power of the totem has been preserved and passed down from generation to generation. Even if the times change, it still retains the extraordinary power.

But this kind of thing is like capital operation. Without good project management, it will slowly dry up and become invalid.

Over the past dynasties, they have chosen a variety of methods to offer sacrifices, and in essence they all concentrate and use the spiritual power derived from ancestor worship.

They have invested in demons and believed in evil gods, but most of the great beings of all kinds only want their souls and will not give them much favor.

And some totems fabricated out of thin air lack the power to manifest in this world, so they are more likely to lose their money.

In this embarrassing situation, they can only choose the existence of the seventh to ninth order, and use their pitifully weak power after being projected across the plane.

However, the totem power of the "Headless Xingtian" right now...

seems different!

Celad suddenly felt something in his heart, and he unbuttoned his armor, and then took it off completely.

With the sound of steel colliding, the armor was thrown to the ground.

Everyone turned their attention to him, and saw in horror that an abstract human face totem made of blood stains appeared on his chest.

He uses his own chest as eyes and navel as mouth, and the phantom formed by the condensed blood-colored light stretches out his arms, with left ax and right shield, which is extremely mighty.

The other high-ranking members of the National Restoration Army were thoughtful, and they also took off their armor one after another, revealing the totem made of blood.

Sure enough, it was the same abstract human face.

It seems that it is because of the inferiority of the personality and the cohesive power. There are no phantoms of arms, axes, and shields on them, but the power of blessing is still there, and the body exudes a powerful power that far exceeds the strength of the body, which is far beyond the world. Fifth and sixth ranks!
Under the stage, a group of carefully selected warriors stepped forward. Under the command of the high priest, each female priest stepped forward and painted on their bodies with blood, outlining the same human face totem.

The power transformed by this human face totem is relatively weak, but it also endows the warriors with power ranging from one to two levels.

Everyone couldn't help the excitement in their hearts and cheered.

"Xingtian!"

"Xingtian!"

"Xingtian!"

Seeing this scene, the people in the audience were excited, and they also shouted.

"Oh, God of War Xingtian!"

The atmosphere at the sacrificial ceremony became more and more enthusiastic, and the blood on everyone's bodies was like fire, and it became more blazing.

(End of this chapter)