Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 22 Who will play the zombie
Drogo made an extra-large wolf-hair brush to write his name on the gate of the film and television base.

Although the fur was plucked from a jackal, and was somewhat inferior to the fur of a weasel, they were both from the wolf family, so they could be used.

I didn’t expect that after coming to Shuangta City for so long, the first time I regained my original body shape was to write an inscription.

Dip the brush into the paint bucket. I haven't used a brush for a long time, so I practice on the ground first.

Goodness is like water, it carries everything with it, and God rewards the diligent...

I wrote the words that middle-aged entrepreneurs like to hang in their offices, and the feel is pretty good.

Coincidentally, Dragon language is also a block-shaped ideogram, and it feels familiar to Chinese characters when written.

Holding his breath, he wrote a line on the wall.

"What does this mean?" Elsa shouted at Drogo, looking up.

"Shudian Film Studios."

As expected, it’s another name that I don’t understand. It’s really unexpected.

Aisha made a trumpet shape with her hands and shouted, "Can't you give it a better name?"

"You don't understand. This is called a sense of ritual."

Drogo suddenly shrank, and after getting used to his small size, he found it inconvenient as before and couldn't get into anything.

After writing the words, it’s time to go and inspect the results of the film and television city.

It will probably take some time to complete according to the plan, but the murlocs have been a great help.

Originally, only the drow were responsible for the design, and the goblins and orcs were responsible for the construction, but when the murlocs saw them working, they shouted "For the Mother of the Sea" and rushed over to carry bricks.

And the lack of IQ is made up for by the sheer amount of work.

Working sixteen hours a day, no days off, no need for pay, not even food.

Drogo felt guilty when he saw how hard he worked. No wonder the previous rulers liked to engage in religion. The exploitation was almost as severe as slavery, yet the exploited were still grateful.

In order to prevent the fish people from working themselves to death on the construction site, Elsa finally played the role of the Mother of the Sea again. Of course, this time the shrimp heads had been processed and had no fishy smell.

In the name of the Mother of the Sea, she ordered them to eat with the orcs and increase their rest time every day.

The scenes of "Journey to the Holy Mountain" mainly consist of three areas, namely a one-to-one replica of a station, outdoor railways and trains, and the most important interior scene.

The reason for building the station on a one-to-one scale is to prepare for the future. Drogo plans to convert all the filmed scenes into an amusement park after the entire island is built.

At that time, tourists can experience being chased by a group of zombies in the station. Just thinking about it is exciting.

The train on the railway is just a shell. After all, steam locomotives are still cutting-edge technology and are not easy to get. During the filming, there will be a team of orcs pushing the car inside.

The main interior scenes used for filming are several independent carriages, both sides of which can be removed to facilitate camera movement.

The most technologically advanced part is the magic crystal curtain wall outside the independent carriage, which is used to project illusions to Fulin and imitate the scenery outside the window when the train is running.

All carriages are placed in rock caves, and the light sources are controlled by lighting technology to simulate the darkness when passing through the tunnel.

Even better than Drogo had imagined.

Now the only question left is who will play the zombies.

The zombies in the original film were played by specially selected extras who underwent a long period of training.

The movements are designed by professional dance teachers, and zombies of different body shapes, ages, genders, and mutation states are differentiated.

Although South Korea's attitude towards literary and artistic works is a bit abstract, it is worth learning from.

At least the stars there don’t earn as much as 208 a day.

But Drogo didn't have such good conditions. He couldn't find anyone to design the movements, and the zombie makeup was also a problem.

It is understandable that current makeup techniques and props are not up to standard. How can there be so many kinds of cosmetics in a world where there is no shampoo?

There are two solutions that come to mind now, but both have some problems.

The actors can be covered with illusions, but the number of people is small. There is no guarantee of success in scenes with a large number of zombies on the same screen even if Fulin is the one doing it.

Or you could just find some necromancers and really summon some zombies. It would be absolutely realistic, but the safety of the actors cannot be guaranteed. Even if nothing happens, psychological trauma is still trauma, and there are children among the actors.

How to do it?

Drogo, Elsa, Flynn, and Yuno sat around a table, staring at each other.

"Tell me, guys, what are your ideas?"

silence.

This thing called the Phantom was also the first time for the young lady to get married, and no one had any experience with it.

Just as Drogo was about to change the scene of the massive zombie horde in the script, Yuno raised his hand weakly.

"I know some people who might be suitable."

--------

Yuno led Drogo through the refugee gathering area.

The scene here is completely different from that of mixed residential areas and slums. The latter are just dirty and messy, while the former is much more desperate.

A few wooden sticks propped up and covered with a piece of cloth can form a home. The people inside are wearing clothes like torn sacks and look emaciated. You can see people lying on the roadside every few meters.

Everyone is quietly waiting for death.

"You are so familiar with this place?" Drogo was a little curious. Yuno has always been an excellent student since he was a child, and his style is different from that of the refugee gathering area.

"I've rented a house here," Yuno had nothing to hide, "The price here is only a fraction of the school dormitory. Being poor is sometimes more terrible than death. They say that the diseases carried by people here are contagious, but that's not true. Otherwise, I would have died a long time ago, right?"

He took Drogo to the deepest part of the gathering area, where a large group of people sat on the ground like clay sculptures, lifeless.

They have pale skin, bulging blood vessels, and gray eyes, just like a group of zombies.

"The final stage of the curse of steam, that's what the church calls this disease," Yuno introduced. "All of them are the hardest-working workers. The more they are exposed to steam engines, the more likely they are to get this disease. But I don't believe it. There must be someone playing tricks on me. They don't want to see the development of steam engines."

Could it be that just like the restrictions on magic, the technological development of this world is also restricted?
But these are not what Drogo needs to consider for the time being.

"You're sure they can come as actors."

"Of course, just give them the money. Even if they don't need it in the future, their families will need it."

"No, I mean can they do the actions that are required in the script?"

"This is the lucky elixir," Yuno pulled out a small bottle from his bag, "It's what they need most. Although drinking it won't make them better at this stage of their illness, it will greatly relieve the pain."

"So you have to..."

"To show you their ability to act."

Yuno lifted the bottle and took off the cap. The fragile "clay sculptures" vibrated, stood up one by one, and moved towards Yuno.

The pace was getting faster and faster, but the limbs were difficult to control. They were struggling and crawling, rushing here in strange and bizarre postures.

Drogo knew that these dying lives posed no threat to him, but he still felt a little nervous.

He seemed to see a tide of zombies, a tide of living zombies.

(End of this chapter)