Fantasy: God-level Store Manager

Pedestrians stopped one after another, looking at the towering opera house in front of them, and their eyes fell on the pictorial that was almost at the same height next to the gate.

The rain of flowers scattered all over the sky, the quiet and distant streets, and the girls walking side by side.

Everything gives people a kind of beauty that time is slow.

Stories between beautiful girls always make people smile knowingly.

"This is... a new movie?" Someone doubted his eyes.

"From the current scene, it should be like this." Someone touched his chin, imitating the habit of Holmes' analysis.

"It seems to be a story between two girls again, I like it! Opera has never had such a story."

"Five centimeters per second, such a strange name, what does it mean?"

"Whatever it means, buy a ticket first!"

"Hey, wait for me..."

After a brief silence, people rushed towards the ticket office at the fastest speed in their lives, as if they couldn't grab it in the next second.

"Anno, let's go to the movies tonight."

Yao Ziyan handed the tea to the elf girl and suggested to her.

"Evening? But I still have to host the Voice of the Story." Anno looked tangled.

On the one hand, it is the movie that I look forward to so much, and on the other hand, it is my own job.

When the two conflicted, she didn't know how to decide for a while.

"Then ask for a leave." Yao Ziyan said naturally.

An Nuo blinked, for some reason she always felt that Yao Ziyan seemed to be very skilled at this. Could it be that she did it often?

"This... is a little bad?" Anno hesitated.

If there is no direct rejection, it means that the heart is moved.

"It's alright." Yao Ziyan waved her hand indifferently, "It's only one day, you say you're sick, I believe everyone will understand."

"Is this really okay?" Anno's conscience would not allow her to do so.

"Then let's just tell the truth, how about an advertisement for Xinhai's movie?" Yao Ziyan suggested again.

Anno finally took the second suggestion.

She magically recorded what she was about to say and set a fixed time to start playing.

Anno looked forward to the night.

Compared to the city of steel, which is obviously bustling, Hearthstone Tavern has not been greatly affected.

The giant axe can definitely represent the vast majority of dwarves. For them, reading the story of two little human girls is not as interesting as drinking a glass of ale, playing a game of Hearthstone, or simply going back to the mine to mine. .

The mages and scholars in the store were also not very interested in this.

The construction of hearthstone equipment, the principle of cassettes, the way tavern goods are made…

This is the truth they want to seek.

As for movies, it's just a combination of storage magic and image magic.

Even with the blessings of various techniques and shooting methods, it is not very attractive to them.

…

Thick clouds covered the sky like a curtain, with palpitating oppression, and the almost black woodland stood silently, like tombstones, filled with endless breath of death.

quack quack...

Strange bird songs rang out from the depths of the woodland, and the rotting skeleton bird fluttered its wings. Under its claws was a skeleton that was still struggling. The sharp beak directly bit the skull and swallowed it.

There was a dull thunderous roar, and a huge ball of flesh, like a fusion of rotting flesh and countless corpses, slowly rolled through the gaps in the forest.

The meat ball is like a melting and flowing candle, eroding and engulfing everything it touches along the way, whether it is living or dead, it has become a part of it.

Cursed seed, high-level undead.

It stopped.

Every waving palm on the surface of the body also froze, as if time had been frozen.

The entire dark woodland has also become completely silent, not the slightest sound came out, and even the undead birds in the air fell out of thin air, as if they had lost the ability to fly.

The space was torn apart, like a black crack in the middle of a piece of white paper.

Dark cracks appeared out of thin air in mid-air, exuding a strange breath, leading to nowhere.

Afterwards, a huge and ferocious head protruded out of it, the white bones, ferocious sharp teeth, pupils exuding blue flames, and white cold mist spewed from the nose and mouth.

Then there is the slender neck, the huge body, and the completely ossified white wings.

Surrounded by ribs, countless tiny vipers wandered and wandered among them, they were spirits that had long since died.

The necromancer crossed the boundaries of time and space and completely arrived in this world. It spread its wings and let out a silent roar. The invisible impact was like the ripples caused by stones thrown into the water and spread around.

Continuous, unstoppable.

The necromantic dragon fell to the ground, splashing a circle of gray-white smoke and dust, and the surrounding trees fell one after another.

It lowered its head, bit a meat ball in front of it, chewed it a few times, and then swallowed it.

The viper that used its body as a nest swam out one after another, completely swallowing and decomposing the meat ball in just a few seconds, converting it into pure energy and giving it to it.

Roar!

The necromancer roared happily. It had not eaten such delicious food for a long, long time.

On top of its head, stood a figure that was incomparably insignificant compared to that huge body.

Even if the figure is just standing there, it is like the center of the whole world.

Elizabeth jumped down from the forehead of the Necromancer, looked up at the sky, and the climate of the Dead Woodland was exactly the same as she remembered, without any change.

The undead's favorite is gloomy weather.

Unlike those corrupted monsters, it is true that the undead are transformed from the living, and in the eyes of ordinary people, they are not much different from monsters.

But by their very nature, the undead are still part of the earthly beings.

Elizabeth felt down-to-earth.

The surrounding trees swayed in the breeze, as if welcoming the arrival of the master.

"Okay, come back first."

Elizabeth patted the toe of the Necromancer, who let out a low growl, and his body shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in an instant it turned into a dragon-shaped pattern engraved on her arm bone.

After briefly discerning the distance, his fingers volleyed into the air to write down mysterious magic runes.

The faint blue flame did not go out after it was ignited. It was fixed in the air with some special power, and finally turned into a special magic circle in the form of a ring.

With the completion of the final gap, the flame burns even better.

The space in front of the magic circle gradually changed, gradually became transparent, and became a form similar to the surface of the water, and the black castle standing opposite was faintly visible.

Elizabeth walked in, as if she had crossed an invisible barrier, and her body disappeared.

After a long time, the silent atmosphere was broken again by the rustling sound.

An arm still hung with carrion sticks out of the ground.