Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 124 Film and Television Post-production
Face changing is an excellent traditional art form worth learning.

Have to learn.

Drogo had learned that well.

It's just taking the blame, no big deal.

Besides, what does what Big Drogo did have to do with Small Drogo.

In an igloo in the snow park, Drogo, Flynn and El sat around an ice table.

The chairs have roe deer skin cushions to prevent the pure ice material from feeling cold and hard when sitting on.

Roe deer skin is a very common fur in the North, not only because of its abundance, but also because it is so easy to catch.

It’s hard to say whether it’s because of stupidity or excessive curiosity, but after the roe deer luckily escapes the hunter’s attack, it will return to its original place after a while.

I just want to see what hit it just now.

As the population expands further, it is not difficult to foresee that becoming a protected species will be the future of roe deer.

In addition to tables and chairs, the cups are also carved from ice bricks, carrying the ice and snow theme through to the end.

The ice cola here will definitely not become lighter and lighter due to the melting of ice cubes. Instead, it is possible that it will completely turn into a lump of cola ice because of drinking too slowly.

El held a wooden bowl of hot tea and curiously observed the big house made entirely of ice.

In the past, frost elves would also build such igloos and usually live on aquatic products. Due to the lack of fruits and vegetables, frost elves who live in the polar regions all year round have a shorter average lifespan than other elves.

But that was also a last resort. The frost elves were once hunted by hunting groups seeking wealth because their eyes were an excellent ritual material, so they hid in the polar regions.

The human king claims to protect the frost elves, but secretly supports the hunting group.

Wanting both international fame and ceremonial material.

Therefore, elves generally look down on humans, believing that they are a race that does not abide by their oaths.

The situation of the frost elves only improved after they found cheaper alternatives to the ritual uses of the eyes.

When their lives improved, they no longer lived in these pure ice houses, which were not comfortable at all, and they also built houses made of wood or stone.

"Why do you build a house like this?" Al asked puzzled.

"To entice people to spend money to come here and play," Drogo replied.

"Pay money, come here, play?"

El felt that several familiar words put together made the sentence incomprehensible.

“Traveling means leaving the place where you are tired of living, going to the place where others are tired of living, spending money to suffer, and then when you return home, filter out the bad parts in your memory, and then be moved to tears by the good parts.”

It seems to make sense.

It's just a bit nauseating.

Old Al felt that his lifestyle, which he had witnessed through traveling around the world for so many years, had been tainted.

It turned out to be Drogo himself. It would be hard to find another dragon with such a bad mouth.

"So, in order to attract more people to the North to be moved, your magical support is indispensable."

Drogo got back to the point.

"What is your plan?"

Ideas are ideas, but Drogo needs to know whether they can be implemented.

"Can I see the format in which the content you shoot is stored?" El asked.

He had come to a rough conclusion during the debate with Fulin that in order to achieve that effect, he could not rely solely on illusions, but had to modify the recorded illusion images.

Similar to this scheme, the elves possess a spell that allows precise modification of memory.

Among conventional memory spells, there are only clarity, implantation, blur and uncontrollable distortion.

As a long-lived species, elves have more experiences and therefore need to adjust their memories more accurately, which gave rise to a spell similar to adjusting memory details on a canvas.

It belongs to the category of the school of change.

"Of course." The Drogo Group has a lot of unused footage that has not been cleared away and is being kept for various experiments.

"Um, can it be used? There are only a few drow playing instruments randomly."

Old Al has not yet forgiven the Zhuoer band he heard in the milk tea shop and refuses to call it singing.

Assistant Zhuo Er quickly delivered the magic crystal.

Old El was seen holding the magic crystal stone, and several groups of inscriptions and miniature magic circles appeared on his palm and forearm.

Drogo was stunned by what he saw. He had never seen these things when playing cards before.

Is this for convenience, to tattoo a bunch of inspection inscriptions directly onto the skin?
Yakuza, right? Elderly social elves. El held the magic crystal and fell into a long silence, motionless, not even blinking.

It's quite scary.

If something really happened to Eldron here, it would be more or less a diplomatic incident.

"What happened to him? He won't die here, will he?" Drogo asked Flynn quietly.

After all, Fulynn had studied seriously with him for a few years, so she must know more about the game than Drogo, her card partner.

"It's not a big problem. He's simulating the spell in his mind. It's always like this." Fulin replied.

"Huh?" Drogo expressed his incomprehension. Are all of you legendary wizards so abstract? You can't have a simulation system in your brain, right?

He couldn't help but think of those handsome science students who didn't use scratch paper when doing physics problems, didn't draw force analysis, and just stared blankly while solving the problems.

This is much more exaggerated than those people.

In order to take care of the elderly and frail El, a fire was lit in the igloo.

Because the outdoor temperature is below 20 degrees, the melted ice caused by the indoor temperature rise will immediately freeze again when it comes into contact with the extremely low temperature, forming a layer of ice shell.

Ultimately making the igloo stronger.

The indoor temperature can also rise to around four or five degrees, because it is dry enough and not cold.

About an hour later, Old Al finally took action.

Chanting the spell, a small but extremely complex magic circle unfolded on the magic crystal stone.

After a few operations that Drogo didn't understand, Old El restarted the magic stone.

The song "Wake Me Up When September Ends" begins. Unlike the original music video, the drow in the video are all painted with spider legs.

How old are you?
Drogo wanted to ask old El.

You have to be an 800-year-old elf to make this.

The ancestral feud between the drow and other elves, one mocking the other for having spider legs, the other responding that their bodies are leaves.

However, he did not use any illusion, but directly made changes to the contents of the magic crystal.

"Let me explain briefly. This is to add a layer on top of the original layer, and then paint on the added layer. The elves call it..."

"Layers, no, video should be called tracks!" Drogo answered quickly.

"No, we call it Dieying, and here."

The parts of the picture with drow skin color disappeared, turning into a blank shadow.

"Clear the contents of the selected color. The elves call this..."

"Color extraction and keying!" Drogo answered again.

"No, we call it withdrawal, and this."

The picture starts to zoom, translate, change color, and distort from a certain moment.

"We can also perform this kind of manipulation on the image starting from a specific moment..."

"Keyframe animation!" Drogo answered before saying "call it that."

"Have you secretly learned the elf's memory spell?" Old Al finally couldn't help asking.

"No, how could that be possible? We really need this spell. What reward do you want?"

"I don't need any reward."

"Okay!" Drogo took out the contract from somewhere and slammed it on the table, then stretched out his claws to grab El's hand and press it down.

"No, I need you to introduce the products of these new spells to the elven community."

"It's just passing it on, not teaching it, right?" Drogo hit the word accurately.

"Yes, it's better to make them interested and learn on their own."

El still couldn't let go of his people.

Drogo curled his lips and said, "What giant elf baby? You have to be interested in advanced technology before you can learn it."

But it doesn’t matter, the elf market will be taken over sooner or later.

"make a deal."

The elves may make a fortune, but Drogo never loses.

(End of this chapter)