01.
After making preparations for the development of "Blue Moon", Hill did not delay, and immediately devoted himself to game design.
"Wanting to Play Blue Moon" will become the first massively multiplayer online role-playing game (MMORPG) in another world, and Hill must have worked very hard on the settings. Let’s make the job setting simpler first, warrior, mage, troubadour three major professions, warrior melee, mage ranged, troubadour support. The two camps are naturally humans and demons.
The protagonist arrives in Novice Village at the beginning, kills chickens and deer, upgrades, obtains equipment, runs around to help the people in the village, and then goes to the town, so that one by one maps are swiped over, and at the same time, the NPC dialogue is accompanied by With the main plot. The main plot of human beings is to defeat the demons, and the main plot of the demons is to drive humans out of the demon world. When you reach a certain level, you can join a trade union, and fights can also break out between trade unions.
Oh, by the way, there are also fashion and shopping malls, as well as instantly updated leaderboards, such as combat power leaderboards, charm leaderboards, and fashion leaderboards, blah blah. I also put a shiny title on you, that refreshing feeling will make people crazy.
… I guess so. Hill looked up at the sky, thinking.
Although he has never done that, he can roughly understand the psychology of those people.
In addition, there is a spokesperson? There are three spokespersons for three professions, and the warrior is naturally the dragon Gormon, let him sell meat! Let him sell meat! The mage let the women's troupe come, and the troubadour let the fallen angels come. Perfect.
There are also advertising words... What does it mean to say "If you are a brother, come and kill me"...
"Hi everyone, welcome to play Lanyue, this is a brand new game you have never played before, you only need to experience it for three minutes, you will fall in love with this game just like me. Tonight's Magnolia Continent, tonight's Demon World, I am your brother."
"There is nothing you can't think of, only I can't do it. The Lanyue game is officially launched. The first game is a good game that can be played with only one Demon Realm coin. What are you waiting for? 999 dollars is not a dream."
"Powerful warrior, terrifying magician, mysterious bard, look, what are you waiting for, do you want to conquer the demon world with me? Do you want to walk through the human world with me? As long as you come, I I can do it! If you are a brother, come and play with Blue Moon!"
Hill wrote three advertisement slogans with a swipe of his pen, and planned to invite three unlucky people to shoot the advertisement tomorrow.
Last year when he wrote "The Overbearing Demon King Falls in Love with Me", he often lost his pen in embarrassment, but in just one year he has started to write this kind of stuff without changing his face, and he feels that he has matured a lot. Hmm...or rather thick-skinned.
The fighting style of this game is the same as that of web games on the earth. It belongs to the type of automatic monster fighting. It has no technical content and relies solely on krypton gold and luck. This is relatively easy for Hill, the game producer.
It took him all morning to finish the overall framework of the game, and then it was time to write step by step. Hill arranged the next task itinerary in the study, and then suddenly slapped the table with high spirits.
"Playful Blue Moon" can be renamed Red Moon, after all, the Demon Realm is a red moon. So be it for this game, positioning is fast food.
And big games like "World of Warcraft" can also be put on the agenda.
Let's set up a special game department and carefully write a grand game similar to "World of Warcraft". There are two camps of demons and humans. Players can choose different races and different occupations. Every race has its own story. For example, the dark elves were killed by humans and finally came to the devil world... These histories can also be shown in the game.
02.
The afternoon was gloomy and the southwest wind was blowing. It was not a very good weather for traveling, but Hill hated being disrupted, so he took Erwin, the dark elf Albrecht, and Leona, the messenger of the dark church. One of the bards of Gong(?), went out together.
The bard's name was Grant. After breaking away from Leona's magical control, he didn't feel fear, but was very excited. He is a lover of the demon world culture, and is also full of desire to explore the demon world and the demon race. He is eager for adventure and new things. In addition, he is eloquent and smooth-talking, so he became Hill's favorite (?) for a while.
Hill had some idea of his talents and gave him a lot of personal freedom. In other words, Grant, the bard, seemed to be invited to the Demon Realm as a guest.
The four of them walked along the river in the dwarf forest. The prettiest bird I've ever seen—oh, of course it's not as good-looking as mine." Oh, and the dirty jokes that bards are always good at.
Hill interrupted suddenly: "I don't believe it."
Erwin followed immediately: "I don't believe it either."
Hill was about to continue saying "no picture, no truth", when the dark elf Albrecht said, "Of course, yours can't compare to my king's, my king's is the most beautiful! "
Hill: "..."
Grant continued: "Well, although I really want to discuss this, I always feel that this is disrespectful to Lord Demon King... By the way, you are actually Lord Demon King. We always thought you were a prince."
"It doesn't matter what it is." Hill said, "The important thing is that whether it's a devil or a prince, they can easily crush you to death."
"Oh, you're right, so I'll forget about it," said Grant.
Hill nodded with satisfaction.
Then Grant started talking again: "Wow, these guinea fowls are so beautiful, I know them!"
"Is it beautiful?" Hill looked at the guinea fowls. They had small heads and fat bodies. Their feathers were gray with white spots on them. The wattles on the beak are red and blue, which are relatively bright, but they are really not good-looking.
"Their meat is delicious and tender," Grant added.
"Oh, then their chubby bodies are really beautiful." Hill snapped his fingers, "Irvin."
Erwin rushed up immediately, and soon he brought back three guinea fowls. The dark elves tied up their feet with vines and carried them away. These guinea fowls became the first food they found today. A group of people continued to walk forward, and then the eyes suddenly opened up. The forest disappeared as if it was broken, and the mountains appeared, and the river flowed down from the peaks. Hill looked up and found that the river was formed by the melting of snow on the top of the mountains.
"If you go further south, you will reach the seaside." The dark elf said, "to the west is the orc tribe."
"Let's go to the beach." Hill became interested, "We will live outside tonight."
The demons naturally had no objections, but the bard Grant seemed very excited. He began to hold the lute while walking and playing: "I walked through forests and swamps with my demon companions, through the flowing black river, the wind passed by us, it was singing for me..."
They really passed a swamp, a black swamp that took up such a large space that it seemed almost endless. The air above the swamp is cold and sticky, and it is a forbidden place for all living things in summer. There are shrubs that soak in it all year round, they rot, they're full of germs, and they pass germs on to more organisms. The dilapidated trunk was still covered with various fungi, and Hill saw spiders crawling around, as well as many oligochaetes.
It gave him a little goosebumps.
Speaking of which, "goosebumps" in Chinese is goosebumps in English.
"I have an idea," Hill said. "Bard, stop singing."
"Okay, Lord Demon King." Grant immediately shut up, and gave Hill a nondescript aristocratic courtesy, "I obey."
"Record a program that travels around the demon world, explore different demon races, make friends with them, enjoy the scenery, and find delicious food." Hill said, "You partner with a demon, and it is broadcast on the magic phone every week. "
"Okay! Is the partner a beautiful woman!" Grant said.
"Obviously not," Hill said. "Should be a dragon or a dark elf. You know the two ends."
"... Doesn't this make me skinny and ugly?" Grant said.
"You have your mouth," Hill said. "I hope you can form a contrast, you are lively and active, and the other party is silent, so that you can create a show effect."
"Then I can make jokes about the other party at ordinary times, but if I am in a hurry, the other party will punish me on the spot... Does this add laughter to the audience?" Grant asked.
"I hope you don't mind." Hill spread his hands.
"Do I have a choice?" Grant asked hopefully.
Hill smiled, "Al."
The dark elf unsheathed his sword an inch, and gritted his teeth, saying: "It is your honor to be mercifully assigned by the king, but you are pushing back and forth, human being, are you getting impatient?"
"Um, I know the answer, yes, I accept." Grant took a step back and said immediately.
"In the middle, we will randomly arrange some companions for you, such as the church messenger who brought you here." Hill said.
"No problem!" Grant said loudly, "Please trust my tongue, Lord Demon King! I used to attract many adults in Yulan City with this tongue!"
As they talked, the wind picked up, the weather became more gloomy, and it seemed that it was going to rain soon. Several people speeded up and soon reached the coast. A dozen kilometers away from here is the clam breeding base in charge of Kraken, but Hill has no plans to go there.
Albrecht, the dark elf, put away his swords and volunteered to find a suitable place to spend the night on the mountain. Erwin was looking for more food. Hill stood by the seaside and looked at the sea. The cloud was spreading very quickly. The connection spread all the way, and soon converged with the dark clouds on the land, and became one.
The bard shuddered, "It's a bit cold, Lord Demon King. This is the prelude to a storm."
"Looks like we've got a good view tonight," Hill said. He is in a good mood.
At this moment, a huge tentacle suddenly burst out of the sea, rolling towards the bard. Grant was taken aback, and he quickly hid behind Hill. When the tentacle was about to touch Hill, it suddenly became stiff. Hill smiled slightly and said, "It seems that our dinner tonight is more substantial." Hill likes grilled squid very much.
Grant took a look and found that the tentacle had been broken and was being suspended in the air under the control of magic.
Grant swallowed his saliva: "Cool~!"
"Let's go, go see if the dark elf is done." Hill said indifferently.
There was no suitable cave on the mountain, so Albrecht dug one himself, and the bard volunteered to collect dry wood, but soon he came back wet, the rain had started to fall, and he found only a few firewood.
Immediately after Erwin came back, he lit a fire, and the flames illuminated the temporary cave dug by the dark elves, and it was very warm. It was pouring rain outside, the storm roared, and the surging rain blurred the scenery outside.
Erwin handled the guinea fowl well. The fat content of the guinea fowl is relatively low, and the meat quality is more delicious than ordinary chicken. The chicken is cut into chunks, skewered with twigs, brushed with teriyaki sauce, and grilled over a fire. Soon the meat skewers gave off an attractive burnt aroma, and the outside also showed an attractive golden yellow. Some places were burnt and turned dark, making them look even more mouth-watering.
Then there's the big tentacles.
Albrecht quickly cut the tentacles into slices with two knives. Those aquatic molluscs were rich in fat. When they were placed on the extremely high-temperature stone slab, they immediately made a mouth-watering hissing sound. The fat was released from the flesh. Popped out, letting the rich aroma of the brown-red sauce smeared on it spread out immediately. In no time, the cave is filled with the aroma of delicious oil mixed with sauce.
Glittering, fragrant barbecue... Grant felt that his eyes were going to go straight. He ran after him all afternoon and was already hungry.
The problem is, this is what the devil wants to eat, and generally speaking, it would not be given to him, right
According to the habits of human nobles, it would be good if he could eat what they had left.
Erwin took out several wooden cups and handed them to everyone in turn. Including Grant. This made Grant a little surprised. Can he be treated the same as the demons
The dark elf Albrecht saw his doubts, and rarely took the initiative to explain: "Demons are different from humans. You can be treated very high if you are valuable. Since my king told you to host a show, then this It means that you are eligible for the same seat as us."
"Value." Grant repeated, his expression a bit complicated for a while.
The barbecue was quickly completed, and Erwin poured simple coconut milk for everyone.
The meat of the guinea fowl is very tender and delicious, and it tastes quite rich in game. Erwin's barbecue skills are top-notch. With this addition, this grilled chicken skewer is simply amazing. The tentacle grill is slightly dehydrated after grilling, which adds a bit of wonderful burnt aroma, but it still has a plump and tender feeling that yakitori does not have. Coupled with the taste of the mixture of fat and sauce, everyone can't stop Mouth.
Drink a glass of coconut juice after eating barbecue, refreshing and cozy.
"Come sing a song," Hill said, "something nice."
"Okay." Grant wiped his oily mouth and picked up the lute over there.
Hill walked on the edge of the cave.
The storm tonight was so violent that the storm nearly tore the mountains to shreds. The waves crashed on the boulders, and the tide rolled wildly on the channel.
It is indeed a magnificent scenery.
In the ears are lutes and bards singing:
"I'm wandering far away like a cloud
But I never miss my hometown
Golden flowers bloom against the sky on the prairie
The reflection of the stars in the lake is like the Milky Way shining
Ten thousand waves dance in the middle of the sea
These are the appearances that people in my hometown have never seen.
La~la~la~
I'm like a cloud wandering far away
But I never miss my hometown”
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