I'm In Middle-Earth: Going To Slay A Dragon At The Start

Chapter 27 The talent show of the underground kingdom (four shifts! I am disabled!)

Thorin and Gandalf looked very different as they listened to the cheers from the surrounding goblins.

These goblins are so confident. Could it be that the voice of the humble Goblin King in front of him is really beautiful?

Thinking of this, everyone looked at Carl with worried eyes.

Seeing the Goblin King jumping for such a test request, Carl couldn’t help feeling a little weird in his heart.

Looks so savage, but likes music? This, sure enough, is unbelievable.

After thinking about it, he nodded and said, “Since you are so confident, let me listen to your performance first.”

Of course, while Carl was talking, he glanced at Bilbo in his hands.

Let’s have a try, just have fun. He… wouldn’t leave the results to such an indifferent competition.

“Hahaha, little ones, get the pot!” the goblin king shouted, and then, on another shelf beside him, a group of goblins lifted the “instrument” and put it on the wooden shelf .

…

“Dong dong dong~” The dull sound of gongs and drums gradually became stronger, and the Goblin King, who was standing in the center of the wooden stand, also began to move slightly.

His whole body muscles, withered yellow skin covered with dark spots, also began to sway in a small rhythm with the movements.

He narrowed his eyes and listened, but in a short while he had entered the state.

“Qiang!” With the sound of a cymbal, the Goblin King opened his mouth, “I thought of a good song,”

With that said, it started.

“Crack! Crack! Crack!”

“Dwarves! Elves! And, humans!”

“Go around! Go around! Get lost, escape! Mine! Dungeon!”

“There are many residents in the dungeon, and they screamed, wow~wow~wow!”

“They wanted to escape! They couldn’t escape, and they were all trapped in the end.”

“Everyone on my torture platform loves to talk, and they are no exception.”

“First prayer and forgiveness, then head and moving.”

“King, king, dignity cannot be provoked, the underground kingdom belongs to you!”

“The underground kingdom will forever belong to you!”

“…”

The surrounding goblins excitedly sang along with the song of the Goblin King, the gongs and drums were beating, but Carl suddenly felt a stomachache.

Thorin was as dumbfounded as Gandalf and the others.

This goblin king is so talented? This voice really makes people almost cry when they hear it.

Time may still be passing, but everyone can’t hear other sounds. The inexplicable melody is spinning and circling, like a magic sound, scratching people’s ears and causing them to feel confused.

On the stage, the Goblin King became more and more violent. At this moment, he was fascinated. He was led by his own singing voice.

…

It seems that after a century, everyone finally came to their senses, and the voice finally disappeared?

Everyone turned their eyes, but they saw the unfinished Goblin King holding a goat-head cane while rubbing his chin in immersion.

Finally, he regained his senses and nodded with satisfaction: “It’s really good, it’s flawless, I really can’t think of any flaws.”

After that, he turned his head again and looked at Carl: “Human, you are fortunate to hear the most beautiful song in the underground kingdom. How do you feel now? Are you ready to surrender and ask for forgiveness?”

“Hehe…” Carl smiled, “Goblin King, I think your song is very,,, flavorful, and… unique. There may be no other song in the world that can compare to it.”

Sorin and the others also nodded subconsciously, there is really nothing comparable to this song.

After all, this song perfectly expresses the singer’s strong pursuit of his own good wishes.

“Hahaha!” The Goblin King burst out laughing. He seemed very happy when he was admitted, so he said, “Then don’t you put down your weapons and admit defeat, I won.”

“Oh?” Carl laughed again, glanced at Bilbo who was standing beside him, and smiled at the Goblin King jokingly, “Are you sure?”

“Uh…” The Goblin King noticed only now that the hostage in his hand disappeared and ran to the opposite side.

He looked stunned for a moment, then reacted.

“Despicable, thief, Damn it’s human, you are stealing and slipping, ah!” the Goblin King shouted again, he did not expect Carl to take advantage of him to be immersed in the performance and have already taken Bilbo To steal, “Damn, damn, damn.”

“It’s not fair, it’s not fair! You’re lying.” The Goblin King cried out in grief. He won the song, but he might lose his life. Nothing could make him feel sadder than this.

Carl looked at the goblin king who was rolling around on the ground, pounding the ground, and scolding him constantly, but he was a little speechless.

This guy, Bai Chang is so big, and as the leader of the dark creature-goblin, how can he be so naive after living for so long?

Doesn’t he understand that if he wants to win, he should do whatever he can?

Or do they only have one tendon in their heads? Always ignore the really important things because of some small things?

Carl felt an inexplicable sadness for the Goblin King.

It seems that these dark creatures have been deprived of many things while being endowed with great power by God.

In addition to the two species of humans and elves, other creatures will have some kind of personality defect more or less.

Just like the trolls I met before, and the goblin king who is making a lot of emotions now, this is such an existence.

Carl shook his head, sighed for a while, then looked at the goblin king who was still screaming in pain, and felt that he really shouldn’t bully these monsters with problems in their heads.

“Well, since you think it’s unfair, then I’ll give you a chance to convince you.” Carl suddenly said.

The Goblin King raised his head in surprise:

“Are you going to fulfill the promise?”

“No,” Carl shook his head and added, “I want you to hear a piece I just composed recently. Of course, it would be even better if you could help.”

The Goblin King was stunned for a moment, and then came back to his senses, this human didn’t want to admit defeat? After listening to his singing…he was planning to show his ugliness in front of him?

He suddenly felt inexplicable anger, suddenly got up from the ground, and shouted, “Okay, I’ll give some pointers, hillbilly.”

No one knows music better than him, no one knows how to play better than him, no matter how powerful the human being in front of him is.

Humans… could not surpass him in this realization.

ps: Obsessive-compulsive disorder, almost thousands of flowers! Who’s going to vote. *