Chapter 335: Fly, fly, fly

Time flies, and the production of Sekiro is steadily progressing!

　　Although there are still parts of the content that have not been polished, it is basically playable. After the employees tried it out, they were all too excited.

　　At the regular meeting, the director of operations made a suggestion: "Boss, the Windmill Game Show will open soon, and an invitation has been sent to us. Do you want to make a demo version of "Sekiro" and go to participate ?" The

　　Windmill Game Show is one of the largest game shows in China. It is held once a year, displaying many games that have not yet been released, attracting tens of thousands of players, and it is located in the Convention and Exhibition Center near the sea.

　　Wang Jian nodded and agreed: "Okay, then you can communicate with the organizer, and our trailer is also ready to be released!"

　　...

　　Tuoyi woke up from a nap today and was about to play a game, but found Long Yuan, who he was concerned about. Bib has updated a dynamic, and there have been tens of thousands of likes and reposts.

　　"New game?"

　　He yawned and opened the trailer curiously.

　　In the dark background, Long Yuan's ancient sword logo slowly disappeared.

　　"Hmm~" The

　　scene changed, and the low and rough horn horn sounded, with some war chilling charm.

　　Under the quiet and deep night, it seems to be in an open courtyard. Intensive raindrops hit the pond, the low-hanging welcoming pine, and the large rockery around. The rockery also appeared smooth and wet, reflecting a fiery red light.

　　Around the pond, on the ancient and elegant courtyard buildings, a raging fire is burning. The fire was extremely vigorous, emitting a bright orange light, making people feel the temperature in a trance across the screen.

　　The rain and the flame met, making a faint sound of "chichi", billowing white smoke excited, becoming a little hazy and red under the light of the fire, floating and rising towards the dark sky, and the camera lens also slowly raised.

　　"Fuck!"

　　Tuoyi's eyes are a little dazed, this picture quality, big production!

　　On a path a few hundred meters away from this courtyard, the sky-high firelight and thick smoke can still be seen, but only the sound of rain hitting the surrounding trees and grass can be heard.

　　Next to the mud puddle, there is a dark red bloodstain, and the low heartbeat is pulsing slowly.

　　The camera moves down the blood trail slowly. This blood trail flows from a man in sackcloth clothes and in samurai attire, and a shocking large swathe of the ground overflows. The grass and branches are swaying and swaying by the rain. People are motionless, as if dead.

　　The sad and melodious sound of the piano sounded loudly, as if mourning for him.

　　A voice that sounded very young but showed a majestic voice said: "Even if he is knocked down, he will definitely swear to save his master."

　　However, the heartbeat is still beating regularly, and this person's hands are wrapped in a layer of The iron armor, reflecting the silver light in the moonlight, is a half-grip posture that refuses to relax. His vitality was not entirely gone.

　　"If, you are my ninja."

　　"Ninja?" Tuo Yi thought to himself, looking at this classical courtyard, this Sakura language dubbing, and the keyword ninja, could the background of this game be the Sakura Warring States Period?

　　The drums of war sounded like thunder, the horns were blown deeply and the clouds and mists were blown away, and the sound of the guqin was slow and slow.

　　The samurai is on a steep stone staircase,There was still a thin layer of unmelted snow on both sides of the wall, and a layer of hoarfrost had formed on the wild grass. Above is a majestic towering, majestic pavilion, surrounded by smoky clouds, looking up, as if suspended in the air, giving people an invisible pressure to worship.

　　The samurai hung the sword at his side, and sprinted down the steeply sloping stairs. Amidst the hurried footsteps, the front of the coarse cloth swayed and shook by the oncoming airflow, and the surrounding three-pronged brazier and white long banners receded behind him, making the scene full of motion.

　　The scene changes, the samurai is located in the dark mezzanine of the attic, holding the long knife and leaning over, slowly moving his steps, like a hunting cat, moving silently, and in the room below him, there are several decorations. There was a screen painted with landscape portraits, and the two samurai sat on the ground to rest, and they didn't notice anyone moving on it.

　　Tuoyi thought: "Sneak, assassinate?"

　　In the environment like a deep well, the samurai kicked with force and bounced on the left and right stone walls, like a nimble flea.

　　During the jump of the samurai, the picture turned and came to the open outside world. Under the warm yellow sunlight of the setting sun, the surrounding sky was dyed a layer of pink and purple. Several antique attics faced the setting sun, and the scenery was beautiful.

　　The samurai, like a big bird flying with outstretched wings, spun around in the air and landed on a crooked tree trunk covered with snow. A layer of snow mist splashed under his feet, startling two nearby birds. Fluttering his wings, he flew away from the setting sun.

　　He then waved his arm violently, shot a hook from his sleeve, caught it on the statue in the corner of the attic, and then closed his hand with force, and the whole person flew up into the air with the strength, like a raised foot and spread its wings. The white crane lightly landed on this attic, and the mountains and the scattered attics in the distance suddenly had a panoramic view.

　　"Damn it! Shocked!"

　　Tuoyi looked dumbfounded!

　　What is this TM operation, can still play like this?

　　Watching birds fly freely in the sky, who wouldn't be yearning?

　　Tuoyi often dreamed when he was a child. In the dream, he opened his arms and flew freely over the city at night, as if he could fly in his genetic instinct.

　　But when he woke up, the feeling of flying disappeared without a trace, making him extremely depressed.

　　Tuo Yina would naively believe that he has superpowers, but this power is sealed in his body, and he can become a superman only when a world crisis occurs.

　　When I grow up, I won't be able to dream of flying, and I won't imagine that I have super powers, but when he sees this flying samurai, he suddenly starts to move!

　　This is too happy!

　　The scene changes, it seems to be a remote and deep mountain, surrounded by deep roots and luxuriant leaves, there are five or six old trees of thickness and size, and there are several stone Buddha sculptures under the trees. You can see the fineness of the carving.

　　Like the stone Buddha with his feet on the lotus, his hands clasped together, and the wrinkled lapel pattern on the Buddha's robe is all traced.

　　In the mottled sunlight, several monks holding Zen staffs and wearing dirty yellow and red robes stepped on the stone path and marched towards the ancient temple in front.

　　However, there seems to be a huge protrusion on the naked heads of these monks, like... a disgusting sarcoid.