I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 312 - 312 311. Mixing fake with real effects_1

Chapter 312: 311. Mixing fake with real effects_1 Chapter 312: 311. Mixing fake with real effects_1 One of Lex’s friends, Lais, who was a film producer, saw the wolf as towering as mountains, and the last shred of doubt in the depths of his heart was dispelled.

The fur of the giant wolf, that texture, simply couldn’t be achieved by an ordinary special effects studio.

Replicating hair had always been a huge challenge for special effects teams. At the beginning of the century, a leading company in the industry almost went bankrupt trying to create realistic hair for their project, nearly closing its doors for good.

Even now, most movies opt for cheaper, more conservative solutions for virtual characters’ hair, either fixing the hair into place with only a few preset motion paths or, if resources allow, creating separate models for subtle movements. Gone are the days when effects studios would painstakingly animate every strand of hair regardless of the cost, often to little acclaim.

Yet, the fur on this giant wolf was rendered down to the finest detail.

Those who’ve had pets might have noticed that under sunlight, their fur reveals more detail, with many hairs longer than the majority covering the body. As the animal moves, these hairs move in complex ways, which can’t be depicted by a few simple sways.

Lais himself owned a husky that loved to wreak havoc at home. That’s why, when he saw the fur on this giant wolf, he was immediately reminded of his own mischievous pet.

It almost made him believe the director had used real animal fur for filming, but the subsequent appearance of smaller Winter Wolves shaking off from the giant wolf’s fur convinced him otherwise, it was undoubtedly special effects.

This was a shot that blurred the line between reality and fiction!

With the emergence of the giant wolf, the entire story was pushed toward its true climax.

The boulders launched by the catapults flew out, crushing the oncoming wolves. The tide-like wolf pack then swiftly regrouped and surged around Stone towards what lay ahead. Lais, holding his breath, felt like one of the defenders of the fort, trembling at the overwhelming sight of the wolf pack.

He felt as if he was back in his childhood, accidentally locked in a storeroom—the cold, dark, damp, cramped space, that primal fear gripping him.

When the wolf pack reached the front of the fortress, a light suddenly rose.

The appearance of this light gave Lais, who had been strung to the limit, a surge of warmth.

All his nervousness, unease, and fear vanished as if that light alone could fend off everything.

Indeed, under the illumination of the light, the wolves seemed to falter as if afraid of the brightness.

One after another, columns of light rose in the wind and snow, offering warmth like a candle on a cold, rainy night, gleaming resiliently.

What Lais failed to notice was the entranced expressions on the faces of the others in the screening room. It was as if they were seeing a baby met with milk, a child confronted with toys, an adult beholding a cherished memory.

This feeling, it was like hope.

At that moment, the people in the screening room had forgotten their original purpose. They were completely immersed in the fierce battle between humans and monsters.

But the deeper the immersion, the greater the despair.

The ever-increasing wolf pack, the following shadows and plague rendered the fortress’s defense incredibly fragile. The standing columns of light seemed to become candles flickering in the wind, ready to be snuffed out at any moment.

In such despair, Lais couldn’t think of a way to turn the tide.

Although the arrival of reinforcements had been mentioned as a hope for holding the fort, how could they wait for help given the current situation?

The Blood Moon hanging high in the sky served as a countdown to death, leaving one feeling helpless, scared.

At this time, a Mage standing beside Birmingham stepped forward.

He bore the features of an Easterner, handsome and resolute, who seemed to be Birmingham’s friend and got along well with another Mage in the storyline.

He donned his cloak, mounted his warhorse, and faced the overwhelming wolf pack, choosing to charge forth.

Magic enshrouded him, shining as he rode into battle, seemingly eager to combat the giant wolf as towering as the mountain.

He raised his hand, and a brilliant light burst forth, dispersing the pack of wolves, the darkness, and the green fog.

Even though the surroundings were still filled with a blurry expanse of Winter Wolves, and the entire world remained in the midst of a blizzard, the light in the Knight’s hand was like the last torch in the darkness, illuminating the only hope.

To everyone’s surprise, the seemingly reckless charge of the Mage seemed to genuinely slow the advance of the monsters. For a moment, the majority of the Winter Wolves’ onslaught came to a halt, as if their attention was concentrated on the Mage.

Boom—

The mountainous huge wolf appeared to stand up, causing the ground to shake, yet it failed to stop the advance of that light.

Countless Winter Wolves howled like a tsunami, engulfing that sole light.

Lais clenched his heart; his hope, like that only light, was extinguished.

Just then, more people stood up.

The Forest Rangers, who had already despaired, were inspired by the Mage’s charge and grabbed their weapons, fighting furiously.

On the other side, the Winter Wolf as tall as a mountain arrived at the spot where the Mage had fallen.

There, the Mage was covered in wounds, barely hanging on to life, almost about to breathe his last.

It could have killed the Mage right away, but it seemed that the Mage’s bravery had piqued the interest of the Winter Wolf chieftain. It wanted to torture the Mage, to drive humans to complete despair.

However, just then, the Mage suddenly opened his eyes and, using his last strength, triggered a Flash once more.

The towering beast, as imposing as a mountain peak, was shaken by it.

At that moment, the call of a horn resounded.

Above the mountains behind the fortress, a banner appeared.

With the lingering sound of the horn, more banners were raised high.

Banners were everywhere, horns blew long and strong, and countless Knights on horseback appeared there.

Clearly, it was reinforcements from the rear.

It was like the long night had ended, and dawn had finally arrived.

“!!!”

Lais could hardly keep himself from jumping up, such rousing scenes, no matter when they occurred, always made one’s blood surge.

After all, a man at any age is still a boy at heart.

Countless Knights charged down from the high slopes. These heavily armored Mages burst with numerous lights, overwhelming in their might, like fiery blades plunging into the frozen ice surface. Amidst the interweaving of silvery white and dreary grey, a light flashed.

Lais felt his eyes brimming with tears.

The silvery blades headed toward the mountainous giant wolf that the Mage had wounded. In an instant, the storm was dispersed, and sunlight burst from behind the Knights, illuminating the earth.

In this scene’s composition, on one side, there was the intermingling shadow of the blizzard, the massive Winter Wolf, the vast wolf pack, darkness, and dim green fog. On the other side were the silver-armored Knights accompanied by colorful Spells, piercing the darkness with sunlight.

Lais’s eyes were filled with tears.