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Chapter 209 0208: Unfamiliar Mage
【Common Sense: Fuman Army】

[Description: The race in the mountains and forests of southern Xinjiang is a deadly enemy with the elves. It used to be friendly with the dwarves. Recently, it seems that it has reached some kind of deal with the remaining forces of the blood, and has resumed its activities in the southern border countries. 】

Remarks give information.

Cheers came from all around.

Bolton and the others have not heard Klater share this story.

Langz expressed doubts: "Poetry? Is it the kind I think..."

Columbona, where the giants live, is a wilderness where wild beasts are rampant and extremely cold.

There wasn't any art there, if it had to be sung--Londs had an uncle who used to scare to death reptiles running in the snow with strange roars.

"Promise me," Kuema said, "Although I haven't heard of it, don't think about singing in front of your brothers in the future, otherwise I will tie you into a sieve and throw it to Torobi for fertilizer."

"What are you doing..."

Lanz spread his hands in confusion.

Ken heard what Kleite said, and seemed to understand why he was so famous in the Usua continent.

Those poems are actually movements.

He had seen [Hymn of Heroism] and [Thornton Kaya Winter Ballad] and several other songs.

If the tone is combined with external forces, such as magic, musical instruments, and even emotions, it can bring unexpected power.

If you integrate this rhythm, or its principles into the battle formation, you can get a team gain without consumption.

When a team becomes an army, it can turn the balance of a battle.

The works written by Kreiter will also have strong emotions, which can express depression or spread hope.

The reason why the mercenaries stayed in the dark underground for so long was also because of that little tune they hummed at will.

Once, Joan also used singing to calm the uneasy emotions of the refugees.

Culture is powerful.

The more Ken thought about it, the deeper his brows became.

Remote city-states often lack entertainment. When a country or tribe can only continue to move forward under high pressure, it is difficult for its subjects to feel happy, which breeds dissatisfaction or riots.

Therefore……

Tribes build arenas, theater stages, and plazas for ritual, dance, and music.

The more popular ones in southern Xinjiang are echo theaters, singing gatherings, or other entertainment facilities.

In Burke's plan for Thornton Kaya, he once circled several facilities that could be used for the recreation of the subjects.

However, because the effect and investment are not as substantial as the [Bathroom], the progress of the project has been put on hold.

Although the population of the tribe is not too large, the leader must be farsighted.

Ken has an open mind.

He can understand the importance of entertainment to the country. Emotional expression is an indispensable spiritual need of subjects, and it is also a need that is relatively scarce in the northern border.

The more he thought about it, the more he understood the importance of bards.

Ken said: "Quema, if there are poets or composers passing by Santon Kaya in the future, tell them that they can exchange their works for board, lodging and money."

"Uh, yes, battle flag."

Quema wrote it down.

He had doubts, but that was only true, and he never questioned Ken's decisions.

Next, Santon Kaya will conduct a cultural opening.

Claire didn't speak.

He has traveled in the Usua continent for many years, and has seen the rise and fall of various dynasties, as well as various legendary leaders.

He could feel the special charm in Ken.

The banners of the northern border and the face of the southern border transcend most of the concepts of the times. These are the special features of those who cast legends.

"I'm looking forward to your tribe."

Claire bowed slightly politely.

……

Late night, Thornton Kaya.

Selina didn't go to see Mag today, nor did she study books by the fireplace in the main building, but stood quietly on the mountainside behind the altar.

It was here that Ken had found her.

The cold wind passing through the pine at night was very turbulent, and it seemed that an invisible cloud was brewing strength.

Every season in the northern region is often interspersed with several snowstorms of varying sizes.

"I know that if Jingguai dares to become active again, someone must have given him confidence."

Selina was sitting on a stone, lighting a delicate and high-end thin cigarette.

Her voice seemed to be muttering to herself, and it seemed difficult to respond in the gradually calming wind.

"Roxani, what do you want to do this time?"

She turned her head, and while exhaling the smoke, she turned her head and looked to the other side of the woodland.

At this time, the birds and beasts in the forest seemed to have noticed the person suddenly, spread their wings and fled in a hurry, as if she appeared out of thin air without making a sound.

Tall, frail, with messy hair.

She wore old, cheap, old-fashioned mage robes, heraldry worn away by time.

Her expression was very indifferent, and she seemed to be deeply tired.

"Etiquette, Nana, you should call me teacher."

Luoxani walked up to her slowly, and then reached out to take off the female mage's cigarette. In the cold moonlight, on the thick bags under the eyes, there was a pair of eyes that were too beautiful to describe in words.

It is like a pair of gems, precious and beautiful, but so expensive that it is unattainable.

Selina unfolded the mist space, and the surrounding rocks and soil were instantly annihilated.

But Roxani still stood in front of her, nothing unusual, she even turned her head with a sad expression, wanting to reach out and touch Selina's cheek.

call--

The howling magic was swallowed by mist, and a piece of land was missing on the mountainside.

Selina stood where she was.

She is the guardian of the proverbs and controls ancient magic, but compared with the woman in front of her, there seems to be an insurmountable gap.

"You have indeed become a revealer, and you have grown up to be very beautiful."

Roxani said so.

She was always speaking in an elder tone, and looked at Selina with deep compassion.

But in terms of appearance, it is just a mature child, so it seems out of place.

Selina felt as if she was facing a formidable enemy.

She could tell that the teacher's appearance hadn't changed at all in the past ten years of her growth, but her strength had already surpassed the scope of human beings.

Selina couldn't even tell whether it was the main body or the phantom that appeared in front of her.

"I will find you until you pay for what you have done, not just to me, but to this continent," she said.

Roxani sighed.

The sorrow on her expression seemed to be even heavier, she turned her head to look at the exposed moon and said, "You still hold grudges, which means you have not comprehended. You bear the power to spy on the past, and you must have the determination to abandon the past."

"Yeah, I know."

Selina did not get angry because of the verbal stimulation, she showed a smile: "But your assertion is wrong, you said that there is no past that cannot be illuminated by relics, but I found a special case, the prophecy is correct, you will lose .”

Roxani turned around when she heard this.

She noticed the growth of her student, but what made her more concerned was what the other party said.

"Really? I want to see him. I chose the future, so I can't see my future. I hope that person can give me the answer."

(End of this chapter)