Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 25 Steam and Curse

On the third floor of Drogo's Toy Store, an entire wall was covered with a black curtain.

In front of him was a wooden frame painted black with an emblem painted on it, but with a round hole in the middle that was just big enough for Drogo's head.

The opposite side's undead camera is in place.

Aisha gave a thumbs up, indicating that she was ready. "Three, two, one, go!"

Drogo tilted his head to the left and said, "Roar!" He tilted his head to the left again and said, "Roar!" and blinked.

"Card."

Elsa looked through the footage and suddenly felt that Drogo was quite cute.

This opening is the one that Drogo remembers the most, no doubt about it, for the simple reason that when he was a kid, he always had to watch the lion roar twice before the cat and mouse appeared.

He couldn't even remember which company the title belonged to, but the lion remained in his mind forever.

When I was making the opening credits for "The Walk to the Holy Mountain", it came to my mind naturally that the logo of Drogo Productions is Drogo, how reasonable.

After finishing the opening credits, the next step is the end credits.

I found a large roll of extra-long paper, dyed it black, and then asked a special copyist to write his name and position on it.

Yes, there are now specialized scribes who can actually write words exactly as if they were printed, and this is more cost-effective when demand is low.

However, it is foreseeable that with the development of printing technology, the cost of printing a page will soon be reduced to a fraction of that of handwriting, and these copyists will become unemployed.

Perhaps changing career to writing on irregular objects, such as ship names, or moving closer to calligraphy art would be a way out.

The art world was also seeking change under the impact of photographic technology, from the exaggeration and simplification of comics to Fulin's attempts at abstraction and anti-realism after being influenced by it.

It's urgent. Once they succeed, Drogo will have a place to find animation and graphic design talents.

He also wanted to take charge of everything and create various art forms, but his level was limited, and history could never be created by an individual.

Hang up the personnel list and put one end on the roller to complete the list rolling in the most primitive way.

Drogo shamelessly wrote his own name as director, screenwriter, etc. Anyway, no one in this world knows about Earth anymore.

Elsa was very excited. She used magic to print the part where her name appeared as the executive director on a piece of paper and sent it to her mother along with the letter.

The simple work is done, the real torture is yet to come.

clip.

Nowadays, we don’t even have computers, let alone Premiere, Final Cut, and editing. These are all luxuries.

Although the magic crystal stone stores magic fluctuation data, there is no digital processing tool, so it can only be cut into pieces by magic and then connected together.

The most literal editing ever.

Unlike the previous rough cut, the finished film required precision, but the data in the magic stone could not be slowed down, so Drogo could only use acceleration magic on himself.

Although the magic resistance is high, the dragon is also slowed down by too much acceleration, and finally I have to cut it and rest for a while.

Just as Drogo was hanging the dragon head outside the window to relieve the dizziness, Xin 104 came back.

"Great master." The goblin in formal attire bowed.

After arriving at the Two Towers, the goblins are the group that has changed the most among Drogo's subordinates, and they are tending to transform from evil beasts living in caves into a highly intelligent species that has mastered goblin technology.

"What's going on?" Drogo asked weakly. He felt as if the ground was spinning.

"There is no regular distribution pattern for the outbreak points of the Steam Curse, but the owners of these factories are generally closely related to the church."

"Hmm?" This answer was beyond Drogo's expectation. In his guess, someone must have not paid tribute to the church, and then there was a secret organization under the church that specifically targeted people who did not pay protection fees.

"What about the treatment plan? Do the doctors have any way to cure those people in the refugee zone?" Drogo continued to ask.

"Most doctors believe that the steam curse is incurable, and a few have implicitly stated that it is incurable. The church will perform exorcisms on them regularly, and some cases have been cured, so the royal family has entrusted the church to handle it."

This is understandable. Saving those in distress from fire and water can gain the most devout believers, but it is hard to say where the fire and water come from.

Is the church going through all this trouble just to increase the number of believers?
Zhuogo expressed his doubts, saying that it was difficult to attract believers. Even if he distributed eggs, flour and cooking oil, there would be a long queue in the church.

"However, there is a doctor in the refugee zone who said that he could try to study the steam curse and has already found volunteers to participate in the experiment."

"That's great. If he needs anything, we can provide financial support."

"No, Master, he said he doesn't need funds, just a safe place."

At this, Drogo lifted his head from the windowsill, now it was interesting.

He thought for a moment, then instructed Xin 104: "Contact the orc drow and..."

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It started raining in the Twin Towers City, and the rain fell onto the refugee area, forming a mixture of mud, water, excrement, and rotten grease, emitting a smell that was most familiar to the doctor.

"Knock, knock!" There was a dull knock on the door. He tightened his beaked mask, put on his hat, put on a big bag, and said to the patients in the room, "Let's go, our people are here to pick us up."

When the door opened, two orcs stood there like a wall.

"doctor?"

"Yes."

"name?"

"Just a doctor."

"It's a good name. Battle Axe likes it. Other human names are too difficult to understand."

"where are we going?"

"Dragon Island."

"Which Dragon Island?"

"Dragon Island is Dragon Island."

"Which dragon is your master?" The doctor didn't react much to being taken to the dragon's territory. His current situation was already bad, how much worse could it get?

"Drogo."

Hearing the name, the patient following the doctor exclaimed.

"Don't be afraid. Drogo is the best dragon."

"Have you ever seen any other dragons?" interrupted another orc.

"I've never seen one, but Drogo is the best dragon."

"You're not being precise."

"The axe of the battle axe is rigor!"

"Wait a minute," the doctor interrupted the two orcs who were about to quarrel. Now it was time to get down to business. "Is anyone following us?"

"Of course there are. There are several drow hiding on the roof. The goblins said that Tomahawk wasn't careful enough, but Tomahawk can protect you on its own!"

Whoever that goblin is, I thank him, the doctor thought.

"Then let's set off."

In the rain, the boat sailed out of the harbor.

After sailing for more than two hours with the east wind, the sky gradually darkened and the border of the continent could no longer be seen.

Suddenly, the sky flashed white, and a moment later, thunder roared, and synchronously with the thunder, a blue light landed on the boat.

The light gradually dimmed, and a warrior in pure white heavy armor walked out, holding a war hammer engraved with magical inscriptions.

"In the name of the Goddess, come out voluntarily and give up resistance, and you will be allowed to rest in peace."

Half a minute later, no response.

"This is your own choice. May the goddess forgive me for my killing."

The warrior did not wait any longer, raised his hammer, and charged, and the entire cabin shattered in an instant.

no one?

Under the visor, the soldier's eyes became alert. Just as he was about to step forward to observe, he found that the sea water was above his ankles.

There's a water leak, there's an ambush!
The warrior did not hesitate, he immediately took out the teleportation stone and chanted the spell.

However, the stone flickered twice and then darkened.

He looked up suddenly, lightning illuminated the night sky, and a fishman priest stood on the bow. The monster held a short staff in his hand, supporting the barrier.

Magic-forbidden beacon?

Why does the murloc have such advanced magic items?

There was no time for him to think, so he turned and sprinted in another direction, trying to escape the range of the barrier.

However, webbed blue claws clawed at the hull and the murlocs were surrounding them from all directions.

If it were on land, he would be confident that he could break through the encirclement, but this was at sea.

The sea water has reached their knees, but the fishermen are not in a hurry because the sea will eventually swallow them up.

There is no time.

The warrior raised his warhammer again, silently prayed, and launched a final charge towards the Murloc Priest...

(End of this chapter)