Release that Witch Chapter 181: “Painting” of Soraya

After Barov left, Roland put the statistics into the drawer and looked at Nightingale. I wanted to ask what happened to her, but after a moment of hesitation, she couldn't ask for an exit.

He has a faint answer in his heart, but this kind of thing always seems awkward to say. If you guess wrong, it will be even more embarrassing. Roland has to swallow these words, "Go to Northern Slope Mine next."

"Want to see how the new capabilities of Soraya have changed?" Although Nightingale's behavior has become a little strange, her attitude is still the same as before. She took off the Hood and laughed, "Let's go."

Maybe I think too much, looking at witch who walked to him quickly, Roland thought.

The impact of taking off in a hot air balloon that day was more than one or two people.

He never expected that Soraya would become the second witch with qualitative changes.

In fact she didn't even notice the change herself.

Roland also happened to discover this yesterday.

Since the hot air balloon was given to Anna as a gift, it has been placed in the castle courtyard. Who wants to see the scenery from heaven, just call Anna and Lightning. Until it rained the day before, Roland suddenly remembered that the rattan woven basket would soften and peel after being immersed in water. Even after drying, it would reduce the toughness, so I thought of taking it back to the castle.

He was going to call attendants to do this, but think about it, the hot air balloon is a gift for Anna, and the rope and air bag are easily damaged, so he decided to move it back to the castle himself. He called Hummingbird and came to the vestibule, but he was surprised.

I saw that the hanging basket was full of patterns, all of which were bird's eye views of Border Town's from the air, but different from the previous photo-style painting method, this time her painting actually stood up. Roland didn't care about the falling raindrops and took a closer look to find out that her painting had thickness for the first time.

It is not surprising that the paint has a thickness. In theory, real paintings should have a thickness because the paint itself has a thickness. In oil painting, this thickness can even be used: use brush strokes, brushes, or scrapers to create uneven textures. Through layer changes to enhance the texture and enhance the expressiveness of the picture.

But Soraya is different. Her paintings are not drawn with pens and paints, but are embodied by magic power.

So the thickness of these magic powers is very strange.

He remembers that when he touched the raised woods with his hand, he seemed to be scratching branches and green leaves. They were not hard solids, but slightly soft gels. When he touched the ground, the touch was much tougher, as if he was really touching a stone.

It's incredible.

And the rain ran down the landscape, unable to immerse in the rattan.

Back at the castle, he immediately called Soraya, and Nightingale also confirmed this. Under the fog observation, the magic power in the Soraya body is no longer a golden gas-like vortex as before, but has condensed into a continuously rotating ... ribbon.

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Entering the compound of the military factory, Anna greeted with a smile and gave Roland a big hug.

Since the relationship has been identified, her affectionate actions in front of her have clearly increased. Roland rubbed her head in a good mood, the silver hairpin on her hair sparkled in the sun.

However, Yu Guang saw that the Soraya, who was also ready to walk over to salute, stood at a loss, and finally blushed and looked away, pretending to look like nothing.

"cough cough," Nightingale pulled Soraya back to the table, and deliberately asked, "Is this all you draw?"

Roland shook her head with a smile, released Anna, and walked with her.

I saw that the table was covered with Soraya paintings. The paintings are exactly what you can see in the yard. The only difference is the thickness of the paintings. Some are only about a millimeter higher than paper, and some are close. Three centimeters This is also the training content of Roland this morning, to test as much as possible how thick the paint generated by magic power can spread.

"This is the thickest one?" Roland touched the scroll with a thickness of three centimeters with his fingers. When the attachment magic blue sky, that part of the paint was soft as if there was no texture, and it slid down to the yard wall. Immediately felt the rubbing-like friction.

It seems that as he guessed, the things that Magic Pen draws after evolution are not only consistent with the real thing in shape and color, but even the touch is close to the real thing.

"It can be thicker, but beyond this thickness, the consumption of magic power will become very large," Soraya points to a brown protrusion on the table, "I wanted to draw a tree outside the wall, but just Draw the root trunk, it takes half of magic power. "

"Originally, you painted it?" Roland reached out and found that the paint was ten centimeters thick. "I thought it was really a bark standing up."

That being said, the adhesion to the table top is extremely strong. The prince grabs the bark with his hand and lifts it up until the two table legs leave the ground, and the bark cannot separate from the table.

Nightingale took out the dagger and cut it for a long time before making a small opening at the bottom. "This thing seems to be embedded in the table."

In the end, it was cut by Anna. The black fire turned into silk threads and swept across the table. The paint emitted a white smoke and fell off. The fracture is flat but not smooth, with black burnt marks. Roland picked up the fallen pigment and held it in his hand to find that it weighed much less than he thought.

"Why do you suddenly think of changing the style of painting ... No, I mean, how did you decide to fill the painting with thickness?" he asked.

"I think it's probably because I saw this kind of scenery for the first time," Soraya recalled, "I only realized it when I overlooked the earth in the air. The paintings you made before are almost comparable to what you said. The photos of real scenes are actually not real, especially when I paint the scenery in the gondola. I feel even more so. "She paused slightly, slowing down," the top of the tree is sharp and will follow the wind Flicking, the mountains are high and low, like undulating chests, rivers are embedded in the ground, and ships are passing by. This is the scene I see, not a thin plane. So I want to make the picture become More realistic, I want it to stand up like these magnificent scenery. But I repainted several times without success ... Just when I was a bit depressed, I suddenly remembered the ball you said. "

"Small ball?" Roland raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah," she nodded somewhat embarrassedly, "that's what you taught us. If everything is made up of small balls, is the pattern drawn like this the same? I did it a few times Try to imagine the patterns under Magic Pen as colorful spheres, which are stacked on top of each other to form a whole block of color. Then ... the picture suddenly squirms, the green forest rises upward, and the dark green river sinks downward, In the end it became what you see. At the time, this change still surprised me and Anna. If you did n’t mention it to me later, I would n’t have thought that the ability had evolved. "

"So that's it."

"But compared to the black fire of Anna, my evolutionary ability seems to have no use other than to make the painting more vivid." Soraya spit out his tongue.

"No ... why?" Roland shook his head. "In my eyes, it's not a simple painting."

It would be too wasteful to only use this ability for painting. He remembered the scene where rain water slipped over the surface of the gondola but could not be immersed in it. It is not so much a paint as a paint made of magic power. Floor. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to start casting, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users please read.)