Game Design: It is Very Simple For You To Fill In? Chapter 77

  Chapter 77 The Fire Will Extinguish

  Before the picture was turned on, the deep voice of the old woman sounded in the darkness. Her tone was full of memories, heaviness, and emotion for history.

  【Yes, this is Lothric】

  The bell is ringing, the camera is zooming into the long history, and the wind is breathing all over the sky.

  The world is dilapidated and muddy, with only the wasteland shrouded in dense fog and dust. There are only decayed cities and broken statues here. Only gray rocks remain here.

This is where? The old woman's voice sounded and answered the question.

  【It is the hometown of the fire kings of the past dynasties, and it is also a place where wandering and confluence】

  It seems that someone is standing and overlooking, the skylight shines through the clouds and thick fog, illuminating the dilapidated city, above the ruins, gray dust fills the air, enveloping the dilapidated area.

  Under the golden sky, you can still see the city's former glory. The broken stone pillars and the wind-eroded city still show a thick epic.

  The sky is full of dust, the broken king has been covered by wind and sand, and the weathered stone walls are crumbling.

  The low-pitched band ensemble sounded in my ears, and the tone of the orchestral instruments began to rise sharply, as if to tell the bleakness of this period of history.

  【So the pilgrims all headed north】

  【And understand the meaning of the prophecy—】

  In the wind and sand all over the sky, the pilgrims bent their bodies, holding crutches like dry wood in their hands, and iron chains bound the tortoise shells behind them.

  Layers of rags covered the entire head, facing the wind and sand, and kept moving forward, with heavy steps, the gray dust was thick, and the road ahead could not be seen clearly.

  Drums sounded, the mixed piano sounds became passionate, and the skylight penetrated the dust, and the ancient royal city could be seen.

  The fire will go out

  —But Wang Ying is missing

  The pilgrim carrying the tortoise shell fell to the ground, submerged in endless dust and sand. The tortoise shell was covered with rust spots, and was gradually covered by layers of wind and sand.

  The deep and heavy bell rang in the distance, and the whole world was still echoing repeatedly, mixed with the old woman telling history in the background, and the soprano began to sing loudly.

  【When the flame of inheritance goes out, the bell will ring all around】

  The ancient city was dark and withered, there was no sound, no life.

  【And then awaken the ancient salary kings in the coffin】

  Melodious tunes, sharp turns and dramas, she is still telling us the pale history.

  In the dark and sharp underground cave, a pool of black mud gushed out from the ground, mixing with this golden spot of light—

  【Deep Saint—Eldridge】

  Among the black dust, figures wearing black pointed hats and holding black epees stood up from the ground one by one.

  【Watcher of the Abyss - Falan Undead Squad】

  A large knife pierced into the ground, dust was flying, and orange-red flames shone in the ashes-like skin of the huge figure.

  He wore a black crown, opened his mouth and roared with despair and grief, the embers of fire on his body began to burn, completely igniting his whole body!

  【And the Lonely King of the Capital of Crime—Giant King Youmu】

  He stood up from the throne, his huge figure shrouded in darkness, and all he could see was endless oppression and suffocation.

  The chorus and performance of the band reached the peak climax, only the storm can knock down the big tree.

  【However, the kings will definitely abandon the throne】

  The violin sang loudly with a melodious female voice.

  A pair of hands as white as jade held the black metal hollow eye mask on the table, and a few candles fluttered in the wind.

  The silver-haired girl knelt on the ground, gently put the blindfold on her face, raised her head slightly, and faced the oncoming light, as if dreaming and fantasizing about the future.

  【And the embers of no fire will come one after another】

  The chorus of songs in the background never died down, the drums and bells never stopped.

  【That is a nameless, cursed undead who cannot be used as firewood】

  In the darkness, a fire ignited—

   [But because of this]

  【The embers are so eager for the embers. 】

  The screen disappears, and when the text of Dark Soul reappears, the flame rises, and the text in the flame becomes brighter, like firewood that is constantly being calcined in the flame.

  The scene was silent, as if everyone hadn't woken up from the shock just now.

   A moment later, the entire venue erupted into thunderous applause. When the first applause sounded, the entire venue was already covered in applause.

   "Fuck! Fuck? Fuck?!" Yinzi let out a heavy breath, who knew that he couldn't help holding his breath since the bell rang.

   "I can't go to the scene this time... It's really a big loss..." He opened his mouth and muttered, and the barrage burst out instantly.

  'The big move secretly prepared by the old thief? '

  'Gan! I seem to have heard the screams of those people at the scene. '

  'I thought the Curse of Blood was already his limit, who knows there is a more exciting Dark Soul? '

  ' Awesome! —(Broken version!)'

  'Sprouts are awesome! Black Star is awesome! '

  'The fire will be extinguished, but the king's shadow will not be seen! '

  'Holy shit, the moment I saw the giant king Youmu standing up, I was trembling all over. What kind of giant is this? '

   "This is just a game exhibition. I have never regretted not being there." Yinzi opened his mouth and muttered. He could even imagine what it would be like if the old thief participated in the event after today.

  The promotional video is full of a strong sense of mystery and epic, giving players plenty of room for reverie.

  Even people who don't like playing games will have the urge to give it a try after seeing the screen.

  When the voice of the old woman telling the story sounded, the screen design and style echoed what the players thought one by one, and the same thought arose in everyone's heart. This is the dilapidated world I imagined in my heart.

  The picture is dilapidated and thick, and the whole world is a sad song.

   What excites the players the most is that this is an old thief's game.

   And the old thief never relies on the screen to make games.

   And this deeply rooted concept is implanted into the human brain by one excellent game after another.

  The old thief was still talking about some Dark Souls game design concepts on the stage. People who watched the live broadcast couldn't listen to it anymore. Everyone's minds were still burning firewood and the huge king under the cloudy darkness.

  Brother Yin's mind was blank, he could only look at the barrage, trying to feel the emotional resonance from it.

  'Just went to take a look, the console is sold out! !Who TM moves so fast? '

  'The next-generation console hasn't been released yet, but the previous generation has been sold out? '

  'One thing to say, there is no problem with backward compatibility of new machines, and upward compatibility of old machines is not a problem. '

   Yinzi clicked on the official sales website of xbox, and when he saw the word sold out, he was in a trance.

  I still remember that not long ago someone scolded him, 'Is it that you kid got a big brother in 2000, a BB machine in 2003, and a PHS in 2005? '

   He looked at the host computer next to the countertop, and finally he was able to reply confidently,

   You curse again!

  (end of this chapter)

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