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

Before the picture was turned on, the deep voice of the old woman sounded in the darkness. Her tone was full of memories, heavy, and emotional about history.

【Yes, this is Lothric】

The bell is ringing, the camera is zooming into the long history, and what is heard is the sound of the wind breathing in 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 looking into the distance, the skylight shines through the clouds and thick fog, illuminating the dilapidated city, and above the ruins, gray dust permeates the dilapidated area.

Under the golden sky, the former glory of the city can still be seen. The broken stone pillars and the wind-eroded city still show a thick epic.

Dust blowing all over the sky, the broken king has been covered by wind and sand, and the weathered stone walls are crumbling.

A 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 bowed their bodies, holding sticks like dry wood in their hands, and iron chains bound the tortoise shells behind them.

Layer after layer of rags covered the entire head, facing the wind and sand, he kept moving forward, walking heavily, and the gray dust was thick, making it difficult to see the way forward.

The sound of the drums sounded, the mixed piano sounds became passionate, and the skylight penetrated the dust, and the ancient royal city could be seen.

dying fire

——Wang Ying is missing

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

clang--

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 inheritance flame is extinguished, the bell will ring all around]

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

[And then wake up the ancient salary kings in the coffin]

With melodious tunes and sharp turns, 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——

【The Profound Saint——Eldridge】

In the black dust, figures wearing black pointed hats and black epees in their hands stood up from the ground one by one.

[Watcher of the Abyss - Falan's Undead Squad]

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

He wore a black crown on his head, 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 city 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 she was looking forward to and fantasizing about the future.

【And embers without fire will come one after another】

The background singing chorus never fades, the drums and bells never stop.

【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 thirsty for the embers. 】

The screen disappeared, and when the words of Dark Soul reappeared, the flame rose, and the words in the flame became brighter, like firewood continuously calcined in the flame.

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

After a while, the entire venue burst 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.

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

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

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

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

'Awesome! ——(Broken sound version!)’

'Sprout is awesome! Black Star is awesome! '

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

‘Damn it, the moment I saw the giant king Youmu standing up, my whole body trembled. What kind of giant is this? '

...

"This is just a game show. I've 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 has never made games by relying on the screen.

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, and the people watching the live broadcast couldn't listen to it anymore. Everyone's minds were still on the 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 is sold out? '

‘One thing to say, there is no problem with the backward compatibility of the new machine, and the upward compatibility of the old machine 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 your boy who built 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 scold again!