Number One Game Designer

On the whole, the codename "Hunting" did not cause any waves.

Now Hongyi headquarters is shrouded in a tense atmosphere, because the carnival event is getting closer and closer day by day.

It is related to Hongyi's most influential event since its establishment, and Lu Wanqi's temper is becoming more and more irritable every day, and the people below will be scolded for the slightest disobedience or poor performance.

At this time, Xiaolan or Fang Xi had to go out and be a peacemaker.

"Hey, young master, you will suffer in the future."

Looking at Xiao Lan and Fang Xi, who was full of cheap smiles, there were only question marks all over his head:

"What's wrong?"

"Master, do you know Director Lu Wanqi, what is his current state like?"

"Hmm... Menopause?" Fang Xi asked uncertainly.

Helplessly giving Fang Xi a blank look, Xiao Lan suddenly felt very tired:

"Young Master, don't say this in front of Director Lu, otherwise no one will be able to save you. If you say it, it means that if you do it, you will be forgiven. You can't live if you do it yourself."

"Director Lu is actually like a pregnant mother now!" Xiao Lanyi explained with a serious face.

"You may hand over this carnival to Director Lu for various reasons, but it is obvious that Director Lu does not want to mess it up. This carnival is like her child now. The closer it is to the holding date, the closer it will be. When the due date is due, Director Lu will be even more irritable."

Fang Xi rubbed his chin thoughtfully, what he said... seemed to have a little truth.

Thinking back on what Xiaolan said just now, she said to herself:

"You mean, Wanqi is so irritable now, if, what if, if she really wants to be a mother in the future, she will only be even more irritable?"

Then I realized that there was no one in front of me: "Eh? Xiaolan? Where are you, Xiaolan?"

At this time, Fang Xi also noticed the palpitating smell coming from behind and Lu Wanqi's almost emotionless voice:

"What do you think if someone becomes a mother?"

Fang Xi took a deep breath, then turned around:

"Wife, listen to me..."

...

Lu Tao still came over the next day and knocked on Fang Xi's office door.

As soon as Lu Tao sat down, he opened his mouth and said:

"Mr. Fang, I heard that you were scolded by Director Lu in the corridor yesterday?"

Fang Xi raised his eyelids and stared disdainfully: "Fart if you have something to do, get out if you have nothing to do."

Lu Tao was cowardly in a second, and quickly pretended to be a pure weasel, and even went around and kneaded Fang Xi's shoulders in a doggy way:

"Mr. Fang, I went back yesterday and thought about it for a long time, but I still don't have much idea, otherwise, would you show me a storyboard?"

Fang Xi shook his head. This aspect is probably the disadvantage of all the people from previous companies. People in large companies often act based on experience. They do not lack ability, but what they lack is imagination. Fang Xi told them that 1 (symmetrical competition) is What does it look like, I told them that there is 2 (asymmetrical competition), and now it seems a little difficult for them to come up with 3, because all regular companies, or people with professional backgrounds lack such experience, for Lu Tao Fang Xi had no choice but to rectify the habit of being a grassroots team for a while.

"In the cabinet on the right side of the door, the third row on the second row, the things inside can help you." Fang Xi pointed it out.

Lu Tao ran over without saying a word.

Carefully open the bookcase and follow the position that Fang Xi said. Lu Tao opened a small drawer. Inside was A4 paper less than half a finger thick. Judging from the monster on the first side that was spread out, it should be Fang Xi's previous work. Hand-drawn storyboards.

Taking out the dozens of hand-painted storyboards, Lu Tao sat back on the guest chair, stretched his body and lay down, muttering: "Boss, you draw so well every time. I can go directly to the comics."

As long as it is related to cultural creation, storyboarding is an indispensable thing, and many writers even make storyboards to clarify the plot in order to write novels. So after Fang Xi came to this world, he worked hard to practice painting,

Now painting well has become an instinct.

The small stack of storyboards in Lu Tao's hand does not exceed ten.

The first picture is a celebratory banquet, with fireworks, wine, and various unknown meats on the table. What attracted Lu Tao's interest was the characters in the painting. The characters in the painting are full of roughness from the costumes , the physical characteristics of beasts can be clearly seen on the clothes of many people. This should be a leather armor made of monster skin, Lu Tao judged in his heart.

Most women have feathers and teeth necklace decorations. The feathers are different, but the same thing is that each color has different specifications, which shows that the ecological circle of this world is very rich.

Opening the second picture is a vast jungle, a towering giant tree in the true sense stands up in the middle of the forest, Lu Tao made a simple visual estimate based on the team that was about to enter the jungle drawn on the storyboard, this tree The tree is probably close to 500 meters high.

"Can this tree really exist in reality?" Lu Tao muttered to himself.

"This is not reality." Fang Xi glanced at Lu Tao with contempt in his eyes. "Do you understand imagination? Children in the third grade understand it better than you."

Smiling awkwardly, Lu Tao took a quick look at the next sub-camera, which were the hot desert, the land that looked like a seabed, and the volcanic hinterland full of massive crystals.

After reading the map, there is a storyboard of the battle. The protagonist in the picture is holding an exaggeratedly large sword, jumping up in the air, and slashing down at the head of the giant beast in front of him.

The next page is the design sketches of various weapons. Lu Tao doesn't know much about this, but he also knows that many of these weapons do not exist in reality. For example, there is a weapon that looks like a giant sword, but it can be Separated can be combined into a variety of other weapons.

Fang Xi didn't need to say much, looking at these pictures, Lu Tao was already quickly sketching the game world he imagined, but at this time, he also found that behind the final draft of the weapon was a castle with a completely different style from the previous one.

This castle is gorgeous and solemn, shrouded in vague mist, and the dots of fluorescent lights add to the sense of mystery, but what makes Lu Tao more curious is that there is something obviously like the sun above the city, Fang Xi drew it into a It was dark, and there was a shape at the edge that seemed to be dripping wax.

This sketch is simply labeled with the name: Arnoel Lund

The solemn and mysterious feeling of this city hit Lu Tao immediately.

"BOSS, BOSS, which one is this?"

Seeing Lu Tao's excited expression, Fang Xi stretched his neck for a look, then looked at Lu Tao again like an idiot and said:

"It says so, Anor Londo."

"No, I mean where is it hunting?" Lu Tao hurriedly explained his problem.

"I think so." Fang Xi still had a contemptuous tone: "Anyone can see that these two storyboards are not in the same style at all, that is to say, they are not a game."

"Why don't you go to college again, Lu Tao? Or high school."