Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 111 There is a shaman in the coniferous forest

"Don't just stand there, go chase him." Drogo urged Tomahawk who was standing at the door.

"Roger that, Boss." Tomahawk replied in a muffled voice.

I don't know who started this trend, but people within the Drogo Group also began to respond.

Drogo had no problem with this, since it wasn't his turn to reply anyway.

Tomahawk skillfully untied the slingshot, leaned through the window, and aimed at the deer that was running towards the forest.

"No, brother, don't use the slingshot. If your legs are broken, who will play the reindeer?" Drogo quickly stopped the dangerous operation of the battle axe.

"Go after them, and bring them back alive, intact and unharmed."

Tomahawk obediently put away his slingshot. Every orc is an excellent hunter, so it is not difficult for them to track a panicked deer.

But when Battle Axe walked to the door, he suddenly turned around, grabbed his few hairs with his big hands, and looked like he wanted to say something but was embarrassed to do so.

"Speak quickly," Drogo urged.

Given the orcs' ability to understand metaphors, he didn't say the second half of the sentence was about to fart.

"Um, Boss, since you just called me Big Brother, how should I call you from now on?"

"Let's talk about our own affairs!"

Drogo kicked the axe out the door.

"Is anything going to happen to my brother?" Grove asked nervously.

"No, don't worry, the axe is very measured." Drogo comforted him.

"But why did you arrest him?"

"Being an actor, what else can you do? You can continue to play your brother in the movie. So don't be afraid. The Drogo Group has never engaged in violent activities and abides by the law."

Drogo's eyes were sincere and his tone was earnest.

As long as there is no evidence, Drogo is a good dragon who never breaks the law.

What, you said you have evidence?

I'm sorry, but you may have to be subjected to humanitarian destruction.

"By the way, can you sing?" Drogo asked Grove casually.

"Of course," Grove sang on the spot, "If you don't want to take the small road, take the mountain road, if you don't want to find a girl, look for her..."

"stop!"

Drogo called a halt.

You sing very well, please stop singing.

The songs that follow are all full of harmony, with characteristics of local folk songs, expressing the people's simple pursuit of beautiful feelings.

"Next, Mr. Raul will be responsible for teaching you the knowledge required for the magic shadow performance. It will take about a month, and then the filming will officially begin."

At that time, the thickness of the snow was about the same, and the construction of the ice castle was almost completed.

The river surface is not completely frozen yet, so it is difficult to get enough large ice blocks.

It is not impossible to use a large amount of magic to do it, but it consumes too much magic power and will be very expensive.

The cost of rebuilding the park every year is too high and it is not worth it. If the construction schedule cannot be met, the mages will be asked to provide emergency assistance.

The ideal situation would be to leave the filming of the large-scale frozen scenes to the end, so that when they are finished and released to the public, the park can open a moon garden at the end of winter.

In this way, we can first harvest a wave of rich people who can afford ultra-long-distance teleportation.

Because there is no railway in the north and flights are closed in winter.

There will certainly be few ordinary tourists in the first year, but as the city becomes more famous, railway companies will also come here.

Winter City is only about two hundred kilometers away from the nearest city with railways, and it can be reached by building two stations.

If you want to get rich, building roads first is definitely the right thing to do.

The year in between could have been used to enrich the variety of attractions, but Drogo would have returned to the Twin Towers by then.

The people in the North are rich, that is, Drogo is rich. After all, money earned must be spent, and after spending, it will eventually flow into Drogo's pocket.

This is what the three great stars of the North are like.

If you want people to consume, you must first let them have money to consume. It’s a bit funny that everyone is shouting about promoting consumption when they have no money.

"Ugh--"

Leaving the interview room, Zhuo Ge sighed, feeling that he had been very busy recently.

For any project, as long as there are a lot of people involved, things will keep coming one after another.

Fortunately, the dragon's intelligence attribute is high enough, and its big brain can still think it through.

When I was a human, I could burn my CPU by playing Hearts of Iron. But this high intelligence only means extremely strong memory and logical ability, and even multitasking.

It doesn't mean that you will definitely be able to make achievements in innovative discoveries. That also requires a kind of talent, similar to inspiration, which is not easy to quantify.

Just like a person who has no talent for magic cannot learn magic even if he has high intelligence.

Otherwise, he could climb up the technology trees that the Drogo Group needed by himself.

While waiting for Tomahawk to bring the fawn back, Drogo began to deal with the problem of Shadow of War's soundtrack.

He felt that the effect of "Frozen" would be at least halved without the music.

He plans to use a lot of songs with Northern characteristics, the kind that are suitable for all ages.

So we recruited a lot of local musicians.

But two songs from the original work were retained, "Do You Want to Build a Snowman?"

And the song "Let It Go" that was played everywhere back then.

As a dragon who is considerate of his subordinates, he learned some music theory after torturing the Zhuoer band when they released their last album.

The main reason is that Hengheng’s efficiency is too low.

You don’t know until you learn. Once you learn, oh!
His musical talent is really poor.

The last class that made his brain buzz was the one on complex functions and integral transformations.

However, during the learning process, he brought some "new inventions" to the music system of Feilin Continent.

notation.

Although this method has great shortcomings in expressing polyphonic parts compared to traditional musical notation, it is easy to learn.

And Drogo doesn't need multiple parts. He just needs to write the main melody and then the drow will arrange it.

And he also achieved absolute pitch in a very powerful way.

Rely on your super memory to remember what all the pitches sound like, and then rely on your extremely fast reaction speed to go through the sounds you hear in your mind.

With the ability to self-correct, even if the singing is not good, it will not be too off-key.

And thanks to Long's hearing, he can hear how many sounds are mixed together.

Milk tea Lun, also known as Little Zhuoge.

Using this method, Zhuo Ge "independently created" his first song, "Rice Fragrance".

After singing it to Fulin, she was very moved and asked him where he copied it from.

"You didn't have any paper airplanes in your childhood," said Fulin.

When Drogo howled "let it go——".

Tomahawk is lost in the eerie woodland.

As a warrior who has followed Drogo throughout the country for many years, he is no stranger to the cold environment and will not suffer from acclimatization problems like the subtropical druids.

But as he got deeper and deeper, things started to get weird.

Orcs used both vision and smell when hunting, but now the two were no longer compatible.

The direction of the deer's scent and the hoof prints point in different directions.

He knew the fawn wasn't a real deer and might mislead him with its hoof prints, so he chose to follow the scent.

But gradually, the smell appeared to have many different sources, and what was even worse was that he had seen the same tree stump for the fourth time.

As an orc who grew up in the wilderness, he got lost in the wilderness.

Damn it, this matter must not be spread out, otherwise he will be gossiped by the tribe members for the rest of his life.

Thick fog filled the jungle, and shadows were faintly flickering in it.

Tomahawk picked up the tomahawk. Although Drogo warned him not to hurt the fawn, it was obvious that he was now facing more than just the shapeshifter.

"Come on! Come out! Tomahawk is not afraid of you! You are just a bug hiding in the shadows, I will crush you to pieces!"

Orcs never shy away from a fight, seeking either glory in battle, a dignified death in combat, or both.

He gripped the battle axe tightly, his whole body tensed, ready to deliver a fatal blow if the enemy appeared.

However, the enemy never appeared.

He just felt more and more sleepy for no reason, and the axe fell to the ground.

"Despicable..." he said weakly.

"Lost hunter, bring the message of the devout servant of the God of Nature to your master..."

These were the last words he heard before he lost consciousness.

(End of this chapter)