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Chapter 485 The old fairy of the stars, the mana is boundless
Chapter 485 The old fairy of the stars, the mana is boundless
"Come on, escort!"
"Your Majesty, the Qing Dynasty is dead!"
"Hahahaha, your guards don't even pay attention to you."
"Drag all these guys out of the Meridian Gate and behead them!"
"Can't bear the blow of the drop in popularity, have you lost your mind and gone crazy? Why do you still think of yourself as the emperor?"
"Your Majesty, run! The rebels have already entered the Forbidden City!"
"Where is my confidant?!"
……
Although Norman yelled the escort in the common language, in the live broadcast room, there were already eighth-level foreign language bosses who translated the content of his shouts in real time, and sent them repeatedly in the form of barrage, so the audience in the live broadcast room at this moment They already knew what Norman was yelling just now, so they contributed their barrage one after another, laughing and laughing, and the atmosphere in the live broadcast room was very active.
Lancelot stared at the big screen in front of him without saying a word.
He could clearly see the change in Norman.
In the past, Norman could be said to be a hardcore live broadcast most of the time, relying entirely on unique live broadcast content to attract viewers, he himself was more like a camera than an anchor.
Few people have feelings for a camera, they are only interested in the content brought by the camera, so these people cannot be expected to be loyal to this live broadcast room, which is why after a live broadcast content that violates ethics and morals appears, they will The popularity of the live broadcast room had such a terrible impact that it lost so many viewers in the live broadcast room.
But Norman is different now.
Now Norman is changing from a camera to a qualified anchor.
Although he still has very little communication with the audience in the live broadcast room, he has greatly increased the interactive content in terms of actions, whether it is the slogan tattoo before, or the naming of those "magical secrets" later, and the current "escort" , all reflect this.
He is no longer a camera that simply relies on dry live broadcast content to attract popularity, no longer a lucky foreign native who has always been wandering outside the earth world, but an anchor who gradually shows his personality charm, A cross-border existence that makes the audience in the live broadcast room begin to have a sense of identity as "one of us".
This change is a good thing for the live broadcast room.
Norman extracted from the barrage, engraved the slogans contributed by the water friends on the slaves, and marked the names of the martial arts and characters contributed by the water friends on the magical manuals, which greatly enhanced the live broadcast room. The sense of participation of those viewers increased their stickiness to this live broadcast room, and greatly stimulated the interest and enthusiasm of all viewers.
In the past, they were just spectators in this live broadcast room. To them, this different world was more like a movie, but now it is different. Now they can participate in this world and use their own barrage to have an impact on this world!
Interactivity is the most attractive part of the live broadcast, and Norman finally did it now.
In addition, Norman is now gradually changing from a strange and familiar alien native to their friend-the same thing, done by a stranger and done by your friend, will obviously produce different emotions Resonance - so the popularity of the live broadcast room has been rising in the past few days. When Norman shouted "escort", the number of online users has almost returned to 30.
Lancelot isn't surprised by the resurgence in popularity, people are good at forgetting, aren't they?
He also doesn't want to know when the popularity of the live broadcast room will return to the previous 100 million. In his opinion, it will be a matter of time. The only thing he wants to know now is what Norman is thinking.
Did he do it unintentionally, or did he do it on purpose?If it was intentional, he would not do it sooner or later. Why did he do it after a major change in his data model?What is his purpose in doing this?Do you simply want to increase the popularity of the live broadcast room?Or is there some other purpose?Did he think too much, or did they really lose control of him?Can they still accurately grasp all the data of this target person? ...
Norman had strongly expressed his personal will when he was in Douala, but in Lancelot's view, it was not a big deal, everything was still under control, and they had a hundred ways to make themselves think they could Norman, who is in control of his own life, still follows the route they set.
Now, on the contrary, Norman has not shown his personal will. He even has to cooperate with the work of the Knights Templar more than ever before, perfectly following the hidden line planned by the Knights Templar, and everything is going well. It went so smoothly, especially the reconstructed data model and dozens of assessment reports made specifically for the target person showed that everything was fine.
But this instead made Lancelot faintly feel uneasy.
Probably because he's a born conspiracy theorist...
But in the real world, one's own troops are fighting against each other.
In the north is Verus and his group, in the middle is Norman and the others, and in the south is the group of aliens who attacked Norman and the others that night. Although the three parties did not communicate with each other, they all stood still in a tacit understanding. For a while, he settled down from the panic of yelling, beating, killing and running for his life.
"How to do?"
A tiger lowered his voice and asked Verus who was standing beside him, but his so-called "lowering his voice" was already a normal speaking volume for ordinary people, and the concealment was really not very good.
How to do?
Verus didn't bother to pay attention to that guy at all, he himself wanted to know what to do now!
Verus narrowed his eyes slightly, passed the group of humans and continued to look at the aliens behind them.
He saw a lot of familiar faces, and the main combat power of those mud-legged people had already arrived.
Although he looked down on those mud legs, Verus obviously didn't think so in his heart, so he wouldn't rush to attack during the day, let alone temporarily stop attacking after seeing those annoying guys.
He was afraid that he would fight to the death with that group of humans, and in the end let those mud-legged people take advantage of it. It would be bad, and if it spread, it would shame him for the rest of his life.
Among the alien races who came behind, the leader was a strong savage, holding a dung fork in his hand. The dung fork was a bit strange, not straight, and there was an obvious black bulge in the middle.
Norman remembered him. When he attacked that night, this barbarian had fought hard with Dunn for a long time, and he dragged Dunn back so that Dunn could not go to support elsewhere.Later, after Tang En broke through to the Golden Knight before dying under that arrow, he failed to kill the barbarian. He just chopped his weapon dung fork in two, and now he probably didn't know about it. How to fix it again.
This is really three years of sewing, three years of mending, and another three years of sewing and mending, no doubt the hardworking people.
Norman looked at the dung fork and thought so.
Maybe they were also afraid of being taken advantage of by Verus and the others, so the group of peasant-like aliens saw that Verus and the others didn't move, and they just stood there blocking Norman's way. The savage of Dungfork stared at Varus from a distance, as if he was comparing whose eyes were bigger.
The only thing that moved was probably the human in the middle.
Crying in a low voice, choking sounds with fear, footsteps, and sighs filled the entire human team.
Seeing that there was nowhere to escape, the group of Norman slaves regained some sanity, and because they had become accustomed to obeying the orders of Norman, the new master, in the past few days. Greeted and slowly came to Norman's side.
Anyway, I can't go anywhere, so where is the station?
After Norman called them over, he stopped looking at them. Instead, he looked ahead for a while and looked behind for a while.
He could roughly guess why these alien races didn't attack, but stopped. Obviously they belonged to different camps, and they were all afraid that they would be taken advantage of by the other party if they attacked first.It's just that this situation probably won't last long. As long as there are smart people in the two parties and find a way to temporarily form an alliance, things will be bad.
It's just the calm before the storm.
However, if there is a crisis, if there is a crisis, there will naturally be an opportunity.
Norman rolled his eyes, and he already had ideas. He took a few steps aside, stood up abruptly from the line, and shouted loudly: "Everyone, everyone, be quiet, I have something to say !"
Although the human team has a lot of voices, they may be afraid that the loud voices will anger those ferocious alien races, so people's voices are lowered as much as possible, and there is almost no sound from the alien race, so Norman's sudden voice succeeded. Covering all the sounds, coupled with the advantage of the open terrain, it spread far away for everyone to hear.
The humans looked over, the group of alien races headed by Verus looked over, and the group of alien races headed by the dung fork barbarian also looked over.
All eyes were on Norman, wanting to see what he wanted to say.
"What did he want to say? Surrender and beg for mercy?"
A vulpe in Verus's team sneered, and a werewolf next to him laughed twice, apparently thinking so too.
On the other hand, the dungfork barbarians looked more solemn, but their eyes were more focused on Atrimisia beside Norman—this woman who was too tall to be human that night was for them. She was quite impressed, and in the end they even dared to run out and chase them alone, and they still couldn't keep her in the end!
If it weren't for the woman's lack of patterns, they would really think she was a barbarian, not worse than the leader.
"You may not know me, first let me introduce myself."
Seeing everyone's gazes gathered, Norman counted silently in his heart, not knowing what he was counting. When he reached a certain number, he spoke again and continued loudly, "My name is Barton, But people outside prefer to call me 'Xingxiu Old Immortal'!"
The last "XingXiu old fairy" was spoken by Norman in an old saying.
Verus and his group changed their eyes slightly when they heard the words "Old Immortal Xingxiu" - it's not that they have really heard this name before, in fact they don't even know what these four sounds mean I know, but this does not prevent them from hearing the origin of these four sounds.
This is the old saying, this man is a mage.
A mage, no matter where it is placed, is worthy of awe.In the face of these guys with mysterious powers, if you don't know the details of the other party, you'd better be serious, otherwise that person might throw a fireball over and burn you to death.
The group of alien races headed by the dungfork barbarians finally shifted their eyes from Atrimisia to Norman. Their eyes were more serious than Verus and the others, because they knew that the human team There is also a mage.
So there are actually two mages in this human team?
Coincidentally, as Norman's voice fell, a thin pale yellow light curtain emerged from the human team, and quickly spread, wrapping the entire team inside.
It is the protective arrow Xiu cast.
This mage obviously still remembered that Tang En was shot to death by an arrow that night, and that arrow seemed to have left a deep impression on him, so when he was attacked now, the first spell he cast was still protection. arrows.
But those alien races didn't know, they just heard Norman say an old saying, and then there was magic, which undoubtedly confirmed Norman's mage status, and also made them look at Norman more solemnly.
This is a coincidence.
Jacob was riding on horseback, thinking to himself after seeing this scene.
Of course he knew that Norman was not a sorcerer. This magic was cast by a sorcerer. Xiu had performed it twice that night, and he still remembered it very clearly.
It's just that what Jacob didn't know was that there were not so many coincidences in the world, and many coincidences were actually inevitable, but no one could see through the hidden mysteries underneath.
As soon as his own words fell, there was magic, but Norman was not surprised at all, his face did not change at all, and his expression was calm as if the magic was really cast by him, but his eyes were indistinctly moving from left to right. The foreigners on both sides scanned their faces and collected a lot of information.
It seems that there are indeed many mages in Hiam, and even mages live in people's daily life here, so these guys will have some understanding of the pronunciation of the ancient language, and they will have such expressions when they hear what they just said The change.However, there should be no mages in their respective teams, otherwise, the changes in their expressions would not have reached this level, and it would be natural to have a lesser degree.
After turning these thoughts in his head for a moment, Norman continued what he had just said.
"You may not understand 'XingXiu Old Immortal'. If it is translated into common language, it means 'an old god-man like a vast star'."
There is no such thing as "immortal" in the common language, and Norman can only use "god" instead.
(End of this chapter)
"Come on, escort!"
"Your Majesty, the Qing Dynasty is dead!"
"Hahahaha, your guards don't even pay attention to you."
"Drag all these guys out of the Meridian Gate and behead them!"
"Can't bear the blow of the drop in popularity, have you lost your mind and gone crazy? Why do you still think of yourself as the emperor?"
"Your Majesty, run! The rebels have already entered the Forbidden City!"
"Where is my confidant?!"
……
Although Norman yelled the escort in the common language, in the live broadcast room, there were already eighth-level foreign language bosses who translated the content of his shouts in real time, and sent them repeatedly in the form of barrage, so the audience in the live broadcast room at this moment They already knew what Norman was yelling just now, so they contributed their barrage one after another, laughing and laughing, and the atmosphere in the live broadcast room was very active.
Lancelot stared at the big screen in front of him without saying a word.
He could clearly see the change in Norman.
In the past, Norman could be said to be a hardcore live broadcast most of the time, relying entirely on unique live broadcast content to attract viewers, he himself was more like a camera than an anchor.
Few people have feelings for a camera, they are only interested in the content brought by the camera, so these people cannot be expected to be loyal to this live broadcast room, which is why after a live broadcast content that violates ethics and morals appears, they will The popularity of the live broadcast room had such a terrible impact that it lost so many viewers in the live broadcast room.
But Norman is different now.
Now Norman is changing from a camera to a qualified anchor.
Although he still has very little communication with the audience in the live broadcast room, he has greatly increased the interactive content in terms of actions, whether it is the slogan tattoo before, or the naming of those "magical secrets" later, and the current "escort" , all reflect this.
He is no longer a camera that simply relies on dry live broadcast content to attract popularity, no longer a lucky foreign native who has always been wandering outside the earth world, but an anchor who gradually shows his personality charm, A cross-border existence that makes the audience in the live broadcast room begin to have a sense of identity as "one of us".
This change is a good thing for the live broadcast room.
Norman extracted from the barrage, engraved the slogans contributed by the water friends on the slaves, and marked the names of the martial arts and characters contributed by the water friends on the magical manuals, which greatly enhanced the live broadcast room. The sense of participation of those viewers increased their stickiness to this live broadcast room, and greatly stimulated the interest and enthusiasm of all viewers.
In the past, they were just spectators in this live broadcast room. To them, this different world was more like a movie, but now it is different. Now they can participate in this world and use their own barrage to have an impact on this world!
Interactivity is the most attractive part of the live broadcast, and Norman finally did it now.
In addition, Norman is now gradually changing from a strange and familiar alien native to their friend-the same thing, done by a stranger and done by your friend, will obviously produce different emotions Resonance - so the popularity of the live broadcast room has been rising in the past few days. When Norman shouted "escort", the number of online users has almost returned to 30.
Lancelot isn't surprised by the resurgence in popularity, people are good at forgetting, aren't they?
He also doesn't want to know when the popularity of the live broadcast room will return to the previous 100 million. In his opinion, it will be a matter of time. The only thing he wants to know now is what Norman is thinking.
Did he do it unintentionally, or did he do it on purpose?If it was intentional, he would not do it sooner or later. Why did he do it after a major change in his data model?What is his purpose in doing this?Do you simply want to increase the popularity of the live broadcast room?Or is there some other purpose?Did he think too much, or did they really lose control of him?Can they still accurately grasp all the data of this target person? ...
Norman had strongly expressed his personal will when he was in Douala, but in Lancelot's view, it was not a big deal, everything was still under control, and they had a hundred ways to make themselves think they could Norman, who is in control of his own life, still follows the route they set.
Now, on the contrary, Norman has not shown his personal will. He even has to cooperate with the work of the Knights Templar more than ever before, perfectly following the hidden line planned by the Knights Templar, and everything is going well. It went so smoothly, especially the reconstructed data model and dozens of assessment reports made specifically for the target person showed that everything was fine.
But this instead made Lancelot faintly feel uneasy.
Probably because he's a born conspiracy theorist...
But in the real world, one's own troops are fighting against each other.
In the north is Verus and his group, in the middle is Norman and the others, and in the south is the group of aliens who attacked Norman and the others that night. Although the three parties did not communicate with each other, they all stood still in a tacit understanding. For a while, he settled down from the panic of yelling, beating, killing and running for his life.
"How to do?"
A tiger lowered his voice and asked Verus who was standing beside him, but his so-called "lowering his voice" was already a normal speaking volume for ordinary people, and the concealment was really not very good.
How to do?
Verus didn't bother to pay attention to that guy at all, he himself wanted to know what to do now!
Verus narrowed his eyes slightly, passed the group of humans and continued to look at the aliens behind them.
He saw a lot of familiar faces, and the main combat power of those mud-legged people had already arrived.
Although he looked down on those mud legs, Verus obviously didn't think so in his heart, so he wouldn't rush to attack during the day, let alone temporarily stop attacking after seeing those annoying guys.
He was afraid that he would fight to the death with that group of humans, and in the end let those mud-legged people take advantage of it. It would be bad, and if it spread, it would shame him for the rest of his life.
Among the alien races who came behind, the leader was a strong savage, holding a dung fork in his hand. The dung fork was a bit strange, not straight, and there was an obvious black bulge in the middle.
Norman remembered him. When he attacked that night, this barbarian had fought hard with Dunn for a long time, and he dragged Dunn back so that Dunn could not go to support elsewhere.Later, after Tang En broke through to the Golden Knight before dying under that arrow, he failed to kill the barbarian. He just chopped his weapon dung fork in two, and now he probably didn't know about it. How to fix it again.
This is really three years of sewing, three years of mending, and another three years of sewing and mending, no doubt the hardworking people.
Norman looked at the dung fork and thought so.
Maybe they were also afraid of being taken advantage of by Verus and the others, so the group of peasant-like aliens saw that Verus and the others didn't move, and they just stood there blocking Norman's way. The savage of Dungfork stared at Varus from a distance, as if he was comparing whose eyes were bigger.
The only thing that moved was probably the human in the middle.
Crying in a low voice, choking sounds with fear, footsteps, and sighs filled the entire human team.
Seeing that there was nowhere to escape, the group of Norman slaves regained some sanity, and because they had become accustomed to obeying the orders of Norman, the new master, in the past few days. Greeted and slowly came to Norman's side.
Anyway, I can't go anywhere, so where is the station?
After Norman called them over, he stopped looking at them. Instead, he looked ahead for a while and looked behind for a while.
He could roughly guess why these alien races didn't attack, but stopped. Obviously they belonged to different camps, and they were all afraid that they would be taken advantage of by the other party if they attacked first.It's just that this situation probably won't last long. As long as there are smart people in the two parties and find a way to temporarily form an alliance, things will be bad.
It's just the calm before the storm.
However, if there is a crisis, if there is a crisis, there will naturally be an opportunity.
Norman rolled his eyes, and he already had ideas. He took a few steps aside, stood up abruptly from the line, and shouted loudly: "Everyone, everyone, be quiet, I have something to say !"
Although the human team has a lot of voices, they may be afraid that the loud voices will anger those ferocious alien races, so people's voices are lowered as much as possible, and there is almost no sound from the alien race, so Norman's sudden voice succeeded. Covering all the sounds, coupled with the advantage of the open terrain, it spread far away for everyone to hear.
The humans looked over, the group of alien races headed by Verus looked over, and the group of alien races headed by the dung fork barbarian also looked over.
All eyes were on Norman, wanting to see what he wanted to say.
"What did he want to say? Surrender and beg for mercy?"
A vulpe in Verus's team sneered, and a werewolf next to him laughed twice, apparently thinking so too.
On the other hand, the dungfork barbarians looked more solemn, but their eyes were more focused on Atrimisia beside Norman—this woman who was too tall to be human that night was for them. She was quite impressed, and in the end they even dared to run out and chase them alone, and they still couldn't keep her in the end!
If it weren't for the woman's lack of patterns, they would really think she was a barbarian, not worse than the leader.
"You may not know me, first let me introduce myself."
Seeing everyone's gazes gathered, Norman counted silently in his heart, not knowing what he was counting. When he reached a certain number, he spoke again and continued loudly, "My name is Barton, But people outside prefer to call me 'Xingxiu Old Immortal'!"
The last "XingXiu old fairy" was spoken by Norman in an old saying.
Verus and his group changed their eyes slightly when they heard the words "Old Immortal Xingxiu" - it's not that they have really heard this name before, in fact they don't even know what these four sounds mean I know, but this does not prevent them from hearing the origin of these four sounds.
This is the old saying, this man is a mage.
A mage, no matter where it is placed, is worthy of awe.In the face of these guys with mysterious powers, if you don't know the details of the other party, you'd better be serious, otherwise that person might throw a fireball over and burn you to death.
The group of alien races headed by the dungfork barbarians finally shifted their eyes from Atrimisia to Norman. Their eyes were more serious than Verus and the others, because they knew that the human team There is also a mage.
So there are actually two mages in this human team?
Coincidentally, as Norman's voice fell, a thin pale yellow light curtain emerged from the human team, and quickly spread, wrapping the entire team inside.
It is the protective arrow Xiu cast.
This mage obviously still remembered that Tang En was shot to death by an arrow that night, and that arrow seemed to have left a deep impression on him, so when he was attacked now, the first spell he cast was still protection. arrows.
But those alien races didn't know, they just heard Norman say an old saying, and then there was magic, which undoubtedly confirmed Norman's mage status, and also made them look at Norman more solemnly.
This is a coincidence.
Jacob was riding on horseback, thinking to himself after seeing this scene.
Of course he knew that Norman was not a sorcerer. This magic was cast by a sorcerer. Xiu had performed it twice that night, and he still remembered it very clearly.
It's just that what Jacob didn't know was that there were not so many coincidences in the world, and many coincidences were actually inevitable, but no one could see through the hidden mysteries underneath.
As soon as his own words fell, there was magic, but Norman was not surprised at all, his face did not change at all, and his expression was calm as if the magic was really cast by him, but his eyes were indistinctly moving from left to right. The foreigners on both sides scanned their faces and collected a lot of information.
It seems that there are indeed many mages in Hiam, and even mages live in people's daily life here, so these guys will have some understanding of the pronunciation of the ancient language, and they will have such expressions when they hear what they just said The change.However, there should be no mages in their respective teams, otherwise, the changes in their expressions would not have reached this level, and it would be natural to have a lesser degree.
After turning these thoughts in his head for a moment, Norman continued what he had just said.
"You may not understand 'XingXiu Old Immortal'. If it is translated into common language, it means 'an old god-man like a vast star'."
There is no such thing as "immortal" in the common language, and Norman can only use "god" instead.
(End of this chapter)
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