Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 64 Three Animals' Real Names
[Selected instance: Mad Dwarf's Alchemy Circus]

[Current Difficulty: Normal]

In the amusement park, in addition to the two white wolves, there is a green parrot in this difficulty level. Its chest and wings have been modified, and it can fly quickly by flapping its wings. When it opens its beak, it can make complex and beautiful songs like a player. Of course, it can also make harsh noises.

The green parrot and the two wolves act at the same time, the two wolves are in charge of the main attack, and the green parrot is responsible for interference. Its positioning is similar to that of the Demon Maw Slave in the Sea Spirit Altar. Within the killing range of the sharp sound waves, it will cause certain sonic damage to the player, and at the same time, there is a high probability of adding a short-term negative state, including confusion, stiffness and deafness.

The difference is that the Demon Maw Slave moves slowly and has a larger killing range, while the Alchemy Parrot has a small killing range but is agile and not easy to be eliminated.

If you are not a sharpshooter, it is difficult to kill such a small, high-speed moving target by long-range means. The strategy recommends using the marathon tactic, increasing the distance between the parrot and the white wolf, and when the bird approaches and screams, seize the opportunity to kill it with one shot.

When the little king saw the green bird's majestic prosthetic limb, he excitedly tap danced on Limbo's shoulder.

"Good human, I want wings that are shiny!"

"(Magic words) There's a chance." Lin Bo comforted it.

The alchemical parrot stood on the top of the fortune-telling stall tent and sang with the player in its chest cavity. The melodious soprano and classical music floated over the amusement park where corpses were scattered everywhere.

The sound of musical instruments is like a thick and hazy cloud, making the audience lost in it, while the female singing is like a gust of wind and a beam of light that splits the clouds, making the listeners unconsciously follow the singing and climb upwards until their hearts reach the vast and empty sky and enjoy unrestrained freedom.

Lin Bo stopped and listened.

The little king murmured jealously, "Look, I beat it! The sky belongs to the seagull!"

"(Magic words) Don't go, you can't beat it."

Unlike players who can be resurrected after death in a dungeon, follower units like the little seagull are really dead once they die. Lin Bo suppressed the little guy's strong desire to fight.

The green parrot discovered the players entering the amusement park, the music stopped abruptly, and the melodious soprano voice turned into a shrill ghostly howl.

Lin Bo watched the howling alchemical parrot rushing towards him. He pointed at it from a distance and shouted, "(Expletive) Shut up!"

The alchemical parrot's weak will was unable to resist the True Name Mage's spiritual power. Its wide-open beak snapped shut, and its shrill scream disappeared.

Lin Bo snapped his fingers, and the two alchemical white wolves that were running towards him were pierced through the skulls by the jumping iron spikes of Xingwan. They staggered and rolled on the ground and died instantly.

Then he looked at the alchemical parrot and ordered again: "(Expletive) Come down!"

The green parrot folded its wings at its sides, and its body fell in a parabola like a stone in front of the wizard, rolling on the ground.

Lin Bo grabbed an iron ball, rolled it into a thin chain, and tied the parrot tightly, especially tying the beak. He didn't intend to use hearing to find out the real name. If the parrot came close to him and howled, it would rupture his eardrums.

The tongue's sense of taste is not suitable for discovering an animal's true name; it can only be used as a tactile and endoscopy method.

The alchemical parrot is already petite, and its body transformation is greater than that of the white wolf. The original organs in its body cavity are squeezed into the corner, and it is hanging on by the vitality provided by the alchemical potion.

Especially the small lungs, which were pressed by the huge metal player, and breathing depended entirely on a turbine motor to drive air in and out.

These tiny, inconspicuous, bean-sized lungs were still rising and falling, trying to vibrate the vocal cords that had long been removed, but the throat that once was a tube now only smelled of engine oil and copper rust.

Through endoscopic palpation, one can sense the faint beating of the lungs and listen to their deeply suppressed language.

Unlike the white wolf who always cried out "It hurts", the parrot's brain was too small and the pain was beyond its cognition, so it did not cry out in pain, but only murmured: "My master is the most beautiful and sings the most beautifully..."

As the brass players roared, playing the guttural voice of an elven singer that shook cities and countries long ago, the parrot's fragile lungs joined in.

Under the gorgeous red carpet of the tour, the petite female elf always wears a small parrot on her head. It is another wonderful accompaniment instrument besides the violin, piano, trombone, French horn and clarinet.

The music that burst from the breasts of the elf and the parrot moved hundreds of thousands of listeners in the concert hall and square to applause. Lin Bo, lingering in this distant memory, also sat in the magnificent concert hall's auditorium, listening like a ghost.

After a moment, he opened his eyes and obtained the second animal's true name rune.

Then, he twisted the alchemy parrot's neck to give it some relief.

"(Magic words) May you have sweet dreams and sleep soundly while listening to the elves' songs."

[Selected instance: Mad Dwarf's Alchemy Circus]

[Current Difficulty: Hard] The number of mass murderers in the amusement park has increased again.

This time it is a strong red-haired baboon riding a handsome warhorse. The baboon and the warhorse are good friends, another popular combination in the circus. They live and perform together.

Baboons often stand on the back of galloping war horses and use their four brass arms to throw eight colorful rubber balls. The war horses' six legs run as smoothly as the surface of a lake, without any bumps.

Whenever they approach the audience, they are always greeted with applause.

This performance made the baboon very sad because his good friend, the warhorse, did not like running around the circular sand ring of the circus. The repetitive routine in the same confined space made the warhorse very frustrated and depressed. Of course, it might also be because the brass prosthesis in his body was too painful.

Now, they are outside the circus tent, enjoying the real and beautiful open space, breathing the fresh air outdoors, and feeling at home.

The baboons, armed with four weapons in their four arms—spear, knife, rapier, and pistol—were mounted on the backs of six-legged warhorses, and their charge was as unstoppable as a roaring chariot.

Lin Bo dealt with the two wolves and the parrot, and blocked the way of the baboon and the warhorse.

"War horse, war horse!" the baboon shouted, firing a shot into the air.

"Baboon! Baboon!" The warhorse neighed and galloped towards the invading players.

"(True Word) Steel." Lin Bo turned the knife in the baboon's hand into a rope that wrapped around its neck, hanging it in the air. He then threw a handful of iron balls, which turned into a lasso on the warhorse's path, binding its six legs.

The baboon still wanted to struggle, and used its flexible and powerful mechanical fingers to break the iron ring on its neck, but more iron chains flew over and tied it up like a dumpling.

Lin Bo sat cross-legged beside them, holding one in each hand, and trying to find out their real names.

He listened to his body and mind being tortured by mechanical violence, and turned into a ghost sitting in the audience seats of the circus in his memory. The baboon and warhorse combination ran past the sidelines, and Lin Bo also applauded softly with countless other audience members.

Baboons come from the mountains and forests, and war horses come from the grasslands. They are from different places and should not have met, but they agreed that after escaping from the circus, they would find a place with forests and grasslands and continue to be good friends for life.

Lin Bo opened his eyes, fired iron balls, and pierced their skulls. He whispered softly in front of the corpses: "(Magic words) May your shouts and neighs echo each other in the forest and grassland."

[The conditions for clearing the dungeon have been met...]

The three challenges of the circus today have been used up. Lin Bo stuffed the alchemy beast's corpse into the [garbage picking] area, and then completed the three challenges of the mechanical factory.

He was a little tired, but he was even happier because he had finally finished his work and could relax and read.

He took off the mask, shed his iron body, took a short bath in hot water, relaxed his stiff body, and then returned to his desk and sat down comfortably.

Iron Guard came up from the spiral staircase, holding a cup of steaming hot coffee.

"(Magic Words) is so thoughtful." Lin Bo praised the robot that is becoming more and more sensible.

He whispered his true name, "(Mantra) Green Parrot."

A phantom parrot appeared on the wooden shelf next to the desk, and a small seagull squatted beside it made threatening sounds.

Lin Bo comforted the little king, and then the phantom parrot that had not been transformed by the mechanical brass began to speak with the melodious voice of the female elf singer of the past.

Even the waves and wind have calmed down, the little seagulls are no longer glaring, and the quiet stars and moon in the night are shining brightly in the song floating from the lighthouse.

[Skill judgment successful, [True Word Illusion] basic proficiency +1]

[Exquisiteness coefficient × 1.0 (no work, no mistakes)]

【Health status coefficient × 1.6 (excellent)】

[Inspiration proficiency +1 (a fleeting remembrance that becomes reality)]

Final calculation result: [Mantra Illusion] proficiency +2.6

"Excellent." The night watchman smiled, drank the neuron-activating tincture, pulled a book from the shelf and opened it, then raised his cup and took a sip of the hot coffee.

　Let me tell you something about the performance of this book. The follow-up reading data is currently stagnant. The editor Huya asked me to work harder, especially the follow-up reading this Sunday is very important. It will determine whether this book can make a breakthrough in Sanjiang. So I implore everyone, don’t hesitate to read the book recently, and try to catch up to the latest chapters (tears) (tears) I love you guys~
　　
　
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