That's not a game

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However, Lin Xiaoge clearly sensed that the reason why the wind barrier surrounds this country seems to be because the owner of the wind barrier wants to use it to protect everything inside the wind barrier.

"Such a big handwriting, and such a familiar plot. Sure enough...this is when Wendy has not become Fengshen."

Lin Xiaoge, who had a little understanding of the various plots of Yuanshen, quickly guessed that the era he lived in was the era called "King of the Tower", which belonged to the era of Old Mond.

"Demon God of Tornado" - Dekarapian, is the king of this old Mond, and it is on that high tower that he uses his mighty power to create a wind barrier to protect and bind his people.

He loves his people, but the way he loves is a little wrong.

Lin Xiaoge still remembered that although the tornado demon god loved his people, he was eventually betrayed by his people and pulled down from the throne of the tower by his people.

"Hey, you are looking at the sky outside again, young poet, do you really want to go outside so much?"

The voice coming from his ear made Lin Xiaoge's expression stagnate, and when he turned his head to look, he saw a small person who seemed to be condensed purely by the wind floating on his left side, facing him with those small eyes full of spirituality. See.

The wind spirit didn't care about Lin Xiaoge's answer, but just sat on Lin Xiaoge's left shoulder, swaying those ethereal legs, and said while swaying.

"Poet, you have never been to the outside world, so why do you always create such beautiful poems?"

Lin Xiaoge was taken aback, then smiled softly, "Maybe it's because I haven't been there that I can think of everything outside so beautifully?"

Chapter 27 I am the best bard in the world

"Wow! Your words are so poetic! It's really you!"

The wind elf sat on Lin Xiaoge's shoulders like a child, gently swaying her transparent legs made of wind elements, her tone full of admiration for the bard beneath her.

Lin Xiaoge smiled lightly, touched the wind elf's little head with her fingers, and said with a smile, "Of course, I'm the best bard in the world."

"Hey, this sentence seems to be great and very poetic, I remember it, eh!"

The wind spirit happily circled around Lin Xiaoge, lively and active like a bird.

Lin Xiaoge couldn't help pursing her lips into a smile, watching the wind elves flying around his fingertips, feeling inexplicably happy in her heart.

"Oh! By the way, poet, I found the feather you asked me to find for you."

As if thinking of something, the wind elf took out a feather from nowhere and carefully placed it in Lin Xiaoge's hand.

The feather is pure white, exuding a fluorescent light that seems to come from the sky, it looks extremely beautiful and light.

At the same time, small streams of wind element power emanated from the feathers, making it float quietly above Lin Xiaoge's hands.

【Feather of flying bird】

[Rarity: Purple. 】

[Introduction: This is the feather dropped by the free-flying bird in the high sky. It is very rare. If you gather enough quantity, it can lead you to break free and fly to the high sky. 】

[Obtain feathers, feather collection progress +10%. 】

The introduction in front of her made Lin Xiaoge look at the feather in her hand a few more times.

"Poet, what do you want this feather for?"

Seeing how serious Lin Xiaoge's eyes were when she landed on the feather, the wind spirit couldn't help asking.

Lin Xiaoge smiled lightly, held the feather in her hand, looked up at the sky, and muttered to herself, "I want to use it to fly to the sky."

Wind Spirit was taken aback, and tilted his head, "Poet, are you singing poetry again?"

"Hahaha, no, what I said is the truth, not some fantasy poem." Lin Xiaoge couldn't help laughing.

"Eh?"

Upon hearing this, the wind elf asked in a daze, "But if it's just feathers, how can you fly to the sky? You don't have wings, and you're not a wind elf."

"Yeah, that's why... I'm collecting feathers."

Lin Xiaoge looked at the sky and said so in his eyes.

The wind elves don't quite understand, how can the feathers of flying birds help people fly into the sky?

However, the wind spirit remembered that this time period was when the poet went to the square to recite poems.

The wind elves like listening to poets recite poems the most. The poems of the other party are always so beautiful, as if they have really been to such a beautiful place, and they describe everything so beautifully and so real.

Therefore, the Wind Spirit couldn't help pushing Lin Xiaoge's back with his hands, and said out of breath, "Don't worry about it, go to the square and sing poems for everyone, it's time."

"Okay, okay, I'll go right away, don't rush me, as a bard, singing poems and beautiful stories can't be rushed out, if you are so urged, what if you run out of talent? What to do?"

"I don't care, I don't care, you go, you are obviously the best bard in the world, there is no such possibility."

"Hahaha! Although you are telling the truth, I think I still need to be more humble."

"Go quickly, I want to listen to your poems, you must have new poems today."

"Good good..."

Under the pushing and shoving of the wind elves, Lin Xiaoge, who really couldn't resist the opponent, walked slowly towards the largest area in the city center.

He felt that all this was very strange, obviously he was only seeing the wind elf for the first time, but the other party gave him a feeling that he had known each other for a long time.

Moreover, even according to the setting of the dungeon, he only met this lovely wind elf yesterday.

The other party is obsessed with his poetry, and he is also very happy to have such an extraordinary friend as the wind elf.

The two hit it off immediately, they had only known each other for a short while, but they had already become good friends of each other.

This city is very big, but fortunately Lin Xiaoge is not very far from the square. Pushed by the wind elf, he soon came to a square.

The bustling crowd was walking here in the square, everyone looked like they were taking a walk, but Lin Xiaoge couldn't see any brilliance in their eyes, and even the walk was just like a job that was not given for a meal. Just a job not to do.

A small number of people gathered under a high platform in the center of the square, as if they were waiting for something.

Lin Xiaoge knew that they were waiting for him, a bard.

Although people living in this country are living numbly, there is no trace of reverie about the future.

However, just as the darkest place can give birth to the most dazzling light, this well-protected city also has those people who yearn for freedom, the sky, and the future the most.

"Poet, you are finally here!"

"Poet, we have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Yes, poet, do you have any new stories to sing today?"

"Poet, your poetry yesterday was amazing!"

"Poet, let's start today's eulogy, I can't wait!"

When Lin Xiaoge appeared in front of these crowds, those people couldn't help waving to Lin Xiaoge, making a sound of joy as if they didn't belong to this city.

They are looking forward to the poetry of the young poet, or the beautiful story.

Because of all that, it is a treasure that this city has never had before.

"Go, poet, everyone is waiting for you."

The small wind elf sat on Lin Xiaoge's shoulder, looked sideways at Lin Xiaoge, and urged while swaying her legs.

Lin Xiaoge shook his head helplessly and smiled. Under the gaze of everyone, he slowly walked up to the small high platform in the center of the square, and took out the harp on his waist.

When the harp was in his hand, Lin Xiaoge, who had never touched this kind of instrument before, felt that the harp in his hand was very familiar. He knew that he only needed to play it lightly, and he could play the most beautiful sound in the world. .

This feeling made Lin Xiaoge bend his fingers and flick lightly.

The slender fingers of the young man gently hooked the tiny strings, making a melodious sound, which made the audience squint their eyes slightly.

But the little elf sitting on Lin Xiaoge's shoulder was still a little dissatisfied with the simple sound of the piano, and couldn't help asking, "Aren't you the poet who likes playing the piano while reciting poems the most? What kind of poem are you going to sing today?" ?”

The young poet was taken aback, looked at the wind barrier surrounding the city, and said slowly.

"Then let's have a song—"Haiyan"."

Chapter 28 Sing for the Resistance——!

"The seagulls groan before the storm comes--groaning, they fly over the sea, trying to hide their fear of the storm in the depths of the sea."

"The sea-ducks are groaning too—they sea-ducks, they can't enjoy the joy of life's battle: the rumble of thunder frightens them."

"Stupid penguins timidly hide their obese bodies under the cliffs... only the proud petrels are brave and free to fly over the foaming sea!"

"The clouds grew darker and lower, and pressed down on the sea, while the waves sang, and rushed high into the air to meet the thunder."

"Thunder roared. The waves shouted in angry spray, contending with the strong wind. Behold, the strong wind hugged the layers of huge waves tightly, and threw them viciously on the cliffs, and smashed these large pieces of emerald into dust clouds and mince."

"Petrels shouted and flew, like black lightning, arrows piercing through the dark clouds, and their wings picked up the spray of the waves."

"Behold, it flies like a spirit—a proud, black spirit of the storm—and it laughs, and it howls again... It laughs at the clouds, and it howls with joy!"

"This sensitive elf - it has long heard sleepiness from the fury of the thunder, and it is convinced that the dark clouds can't cover the sun - yes, it can't cover the howling wind... the roar of thunder...!"

"The wind howled...the thunder roared..."

"Piles of dark clouds, like blue flames, burn on the bottomless sea. The sea seizes the flashes of lightning and extinguishes them in its own abyss. The shadows of these lightnings, like fiery snakes, It meanders in the sea and disappears in a flash."

"The storm! The storm is coming!"

Accompanied by the high-spirited singing of the young poet, the sound of the piano surged like the high-spirited petrel in the poem.

It was obviously just a small harp, and it was impossible to play such a high-pitched, exciting, and surging tone.

However, in the hands of the young poet, the harp is like a real storm, a real petrel, and a real ocean wave, blooming the surging harp sound that makes people feel personally on the scene.

And the sound of the piano, combined with the high-spirited singing of the young man, everyone present seemed to have seen the tyrant-like storm rushing towards the weak Haiyan.

At this moment, everyone held their hearts for that weak Haiyan.

Can Haiyan really be able to withstand the storm like the wind around Mond?

Or, that Haiyan will be like them, just like they succumbed to the lonely king of the tower in order to avoid the wind and snow outside, and dare not resist for freedom?

After all, it is just a weak petrel, unable to resist the powerful storm.

However, to everyone's surprise, the boy's singing voice was still so high-spirited.

even!Because of the coming of the storm, it is even more exalted!

"This is the brave petrel flying proudly above the roaring sea and among the lightning!"

"This is the cry of the prophet of victory!"

"Let the storm—come more violently!!"

The high-spirited singing voice of the young man is like that high-spirited petrel, who will never succumb to the tyrant-like storm, singing loudly in rebellion!

The harp in his hand also turned into that unyielding petrel, making a high-pitched sound.

Look!

It was a storm!

It's coming our way!

Are we running away?

Do not!

We must resist!

Let's fight the storm!

We will never escape!

Just let that storm go!

Come more violently!

The boy's white fingers that were constantly flying on the strings finally stopped waving the strings at this moment.