There are magical animals, and there are always magical things. Now that Zhao Mai has seen the magical side of the world's witches, magic and powers, he naturally wants to find out. He asked Tolkien to teach him how to pronounce the rest of the spells, and half of them could release magic. Although the effect is different from the magic spell used by witches, it is a zero breakthrough after all!
"Sade atimuz..." This is the transfiguration mantra. Zhao Mai uses it to turn the quill pen in front of him into a rope. What he imagined was to turn it into a snake, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not produce the natural force out of thin air. Other spells are more or less problematic, such as the wrong color and shape of the flame, or the removal of weapons becomes the removal of armor.
"Don't worry. I think I made a mistake in my pronunciation. I can see the effect now. When I write it down, I should be able to correct it. "
"Tolkien, how did you come up with this spell?"
"The Muse found me and inspired me!" Tolkien had a proud look on his face.
Zhao shook his head, put down his wand and sat down in front of Tolkien: "I don't believe it. Tell me more about it."
"Yes. Let me light a cigarette. It's enough for me to brag As Tolkien tidied his pipe, he also tidied up his thoughts, and his story came out with the smoke rising from the pipe.
"I've been very interested since I received this. I'll use your maccam mantra to compare with the light mantra to find out the rules. The stone book "the origin of magic" also provides me with a lot of ideas. I have also made two kinds of incantation structures, but I always have a feeling that there is something wrong
"Two days ago, I had a dream in which two clouds were talking. The sound was like thunder, wind and rain. When I woke up, the language of the clouds was a little vague, but it was still in my memory, and I understood a truth. The essence of the incantational words we see now is to record sound. There is sound before words. The more backward it develops, the more influenced it is by human cultural life. If I push forward with the law formed at the back, I can't go back the same way. I have to learn from nature, not from people's pronunciation habits. "
"I mainly refer to the dialogue of the clouds in the dream, and split them by the natural sound - the wind is whoosh, the thunder is slap, and so on. On this basis, I will consider the method of reverse deduction and the progress of wizard society. " Tolkien held up his glasses and said, "the language changes in the middle ages, the folk customs and legends before the dark ages, the ancient poetry and sacrificial writings have all inspired me. After that, my work became very fast, so I had what you saw
Zhao Mai sincerely thumbed up his admiration. "Knowledge is power. It's obvious. In my eyes, your ability is magic. "
"Thank you for your praise, but it's not that powerful. Most of them are 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 works and the traversable world. The magic language Zhao Mai uses now is a kind of "academic work" for Tolkien, and it is also a kind of magic system. When Tolkien was writing this language, the dream he mentioned might be the influence of a certain space-time world on him.
"While we're excited, let's sort out this magic spell and make it more precise." Zhao Mai decided to strike while the iron was hot, and whether Tolkien had other things or not, he began to work with him.
The two of them were busy until the stars were all over the sky and yawned. Tolkien couldn't hold on any longer. Zhao Mai continued to instill all kinds of "improvement requirements" into his mind. Finally, Tolkien fell asleep in Zhao Mai's room, snoring and murmuring about the curse language.
Zhao Mai moved a chair next to Tolkien, put his hand on his head, and let himself enter the green dream. Xiaohua also followed in, waving her finger to Zhao Mai and said, "do you mean to make him so tired?"
"Yes." Zhao Mai nodded: "Tolkien is my idol. In my time, his fantasy works created a new era. Xiaohua, you are from glarion, but you can also see that in my world there are related materials such as the set of glarion. Tolkien would write books later, and his mind was connected to other worlds in some way, just like a taxi. This afternoon's magic spell is not simple. I think it's also a connection on a world level. "
"So green dreams are really the best way." Floret approached Tolkien and watched the natural force waves emanating from him. "How can I help you?"
"You are more sensitive to the natural force than I am." Zhao Mai touched Xiaohua's head and felt the elastic hand of her red fluffy hair. In green dreams, as like as two peas, all the signals received by the senses are supplied by natural forces. "Tolkien has learned some psychic powers from me, and I can just establish communication with them and stare at his brain activity.""So you're ready for that!"
"I don't know. I'm not a great prophet. I could have predicted this a few months ago. I taught Tolkien psychic powers purely out of interest and friendship Zhao Mai flicked on Xiaohua's forehead. "Stop talking, concentrate. He may start to dream at any time."
Tolkien was really tired and soon fell into a deep sleep. Hazy, he heard the sound of fighting between the clouds.
This time the dream is clearer than last time. On the vast grassland, the hills are rolling, and the green weeds grow higher than their knees. Tolkien was standing on the grass, his legs entangled with the grass, completely unable to move. He could only turn around and look out in all directions.
The prairie is quite monotonous. There are no flowers, trees or animals in sight. All that's moving around is the clouds in the sky. A colorful cloud moved slowly from the south, while the other three directions were all black clouds, coming fiercely.
The clouds began to make a dull sound again, full of strength and emotion. The whole world crawled down to listen to the language of the clouds. Tolkien stood on the grass and looked up. He listened and remembered hard, hoping to tell Zhao Mai more when he woke up.
At this time, not far away from him, grass wriggled, suddenly began to grow high, and soon became a human shape with head, trunk and limbs. Although the draftsman had no facial features, Tolkien thought it was familiar. In his surprised eyes, the grass man pulled out his grass legs from the ground, then squatted down and said a few words to a little flower near his feet. The florets are delicate and lovely, with red petals, white stems, green leaves and black roots.
Then, a gust of wind blowing, grass people with the wind, straight to the clouds.