The echo sits at the top of the castle, on the oblique roof of the tower, where you can look out over the whole town.

She brought herself with the lightning, and when the sun went down, the little girl would come and send her down again.Now, the lightning should be on its way to the long-song fortress.

Today's weather is very good, the sun will shine the earth brightly, the distant river is like a luminous silk and satin, slowly flowing west, the green leaves and snow mixed land into two petals.Lying in the sun, she felt that the sun was surrounded by soft warmth, unlike the fierce sun in the extreme south, and the scorching light could easily sting the skin.

The wind is also very different, she thought, the mainland kingdom of the wind is diverse, there are blue water port slightly salty sea breeze, there are the king are cold and hot wet monsoon, there are the cold and bone-chilling north wind of the desperate mountains, and now the town with aromatic breeze.In any case, the wind here is pure and single.In the iron sand city, either the heat is not windy, or it is a storm.The wind could be seen, and the whistling currents were mixed with stones and gravel, like a black beast sweeping through.At this time, you must hide in the house, or anywhere you can avoid the limelight.There is only one way to die in the wind.

Echo gently vomited out, now remember, he left the iron sand city for nearly four years.The Aosha clan unfortunately failed in the power struggle, and her father was killed by the enemy after surrendering, and she wanted to rush up and kill the enemy with her, but she was hit from behind.

I don't know how many people have survived in four years.

Before being sold as a slave to the port of Bi Shui, she vaguely heard that the Aosha clan had broken the promise of the sacred duel, and the people who were rejected by the three gods would be banished to the endless cape and never return to the iron sand city.But the echo knew that all this was a conspiracy of the Iron Whip clan, who smeared the black oil flowing underground on the whip, and as long as it ignited, even the water could not be extinguished.It was this trick that allowed his brother, the strongest warrior in the clan, to be burned alive during a duel, leading to a great disorder.

In addition to the hot yellow sand, there is only the pillar of fire that will never be extinguished and the more manic sea than the mother of the earth.The sand people who went there would soon become white bones, and the end was even worse than the slave himself.

After the echo awakened as a god-bearer, the witch known as the mainland kingdom, she also thought of revenge, but her ability was a useless analog sound.No matter how you beg the three gods, God has not given her a purpose.After living in Bishui Port for half a year, she understood that the claim that God had made the three gods favored was nothing more than a scam for the Mojin people to deceive themselves.Within the jurisdiction of the four kingdoms, God’s commands are the targets of the church’s hunt.From that day on, the response completely cut off the hope of revenge.

Suddenly, smoke rose in the distance.She looked toward the east bank of the Redwater River and saw a glittering green flame passing through the groves, and the black smoke of the trees and the white mist of the snow evaporation mixed together, forming a gray plume of smoke in the sky.

It was Anna’s green flame.

When she first arrived, Wendy gave a brief introduction to the sisters, Anna and Nanawa.At that time, the echo was envious of Anna's ability.The free-manipulated flame can melt the high temperature of the sword... If you can have such a powerful force in the iron sand city, the Iron Wreck clan will not survive.

Echo shook her head, and now it makes no sense to think about these anymore, and she is lucky enough to be alive than those who are likely to be buried in Huangsha.Since the prince is willing to take care of himself, all he can do is to try to fulfill the orders ordered by his Highness.

She cleared her throat and began to sing songs at the other’s request.

It was a cheerful little song, and His Royal Highness only hummed it again, and she remembered the whole tune completely.

The music is no stranger to echo, and when taught as a superior slave, the tempting dance and the teasing of the low-sing are all skills she needs to master.But His Highness’s piece is completely different... It’s very rhythmic, full of erotic energy, especially when he asks himself to simulate the sound of a flute to play this piece, and each note seems to beat, making people want to dance with it.

The difficulty is that while the song is carried out, add drums and strings.Simulate three sounds at the same time and overlap each other, which is the first time for echo.She never thought that music could be played like this!

At first, it was difficult to ensure that the drums did not disrupt the rhythm of the flute, and tried to beat the beat with the hands or feet of her Highness, according to the method proposed by Her Royal Highness, and gradually merged the two sounds together.

After a few days of practice, the echo gradually mastered this way of phonology.

After a few times, she stood up and decided to add the final string to it.

As the music played, the echo found that the minor tune had changed again—if the cheerful flute made up its torso, and the rousing drums gave it bones, then the last seemingly dotted string music gave the song a soul.She stepped on the beat, over and over again, so that the three instruments were completely integrated, the sound was getting higher and higher, and finally couldn't help but sing -

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"My attack is higher than yours, so I won."

Roland put the last piece of paper on the table, while Soloya covered her face and made a low cry of sudden realization.

"Another set," she said, after thinking for a moment, retracted the cards, "and this time let me choose your ten cards."

"Cough," cried the prince, "it's not too late, I've got something to do, so go and play with the others."

After making a card group that is roughly enough, the next step is to copy.With the template in front of him, Soro’s drawing speed was comparable to that of a printer.Soon, Roland got several of the same Quint cards.

So Sorrowa became his first opponent.

After the rules of the game are clear, a card battle ensues.In the battle, he found that witches were indeed more receptive than ordinary people.Soroa quickly figured out the playing skills, and in the next few rounds, although Roland was able to win, he had already used a special card group.Now seeing the other party asking to draw cards for himself, he shamefully refused.

“All right,” Sorova took the card in her arms and ran to the door.Just then, there was a pleasant sound outside the window.She stopped, ran back, and lay down at the window and looked, “Is it an echo?”

"Well, she seems to be fully skilled."Roland sat down in his chair and admired the familiar music.

The first army in the border town will soon enter the comprehensive exercise stage, and standing on the wall shooting is different, the comprehensive acting will be carried out in the field, requiring the team to move while keeping the team neat and orderly - this is also the basic link of the queuing and shooting.In order for the soldiers to be consistent, it is necessary to use drums or slogans to command everyone's pace.Now with a witch who could simulate the mixed tone, he simply studied the English and went straight to the infantry marching.

Compared with the simple drum, the marching song can not only control the speed of the team, but also effectively play a role in boosting morale and uplifting the military heart.Of course, the most famous marching song of the queuing shooting period, "The March of the Bullying Soldier", Roland only knows his name, but he does not remember the complete tune.

However, this is difficult for him to fall, and there is a song that is adapted on the basis of the "March of the correl-throwing soldier", which has sounded throughout the north and south of the national river during the War of Resistance.And its melody is familiar to almost everyone, that is the famous Guerrilla Song.

Soroya turned her head, and she heard the prince following the tune and humping softly.It was a language she had never heard of, clean, and perfectly matched the beat of the song.

“We are all shooters.”

“Every bullet destroys an enemy.”

“We are all flying soldiers.”

“Even if the mountain is deep!”

“In the dense woods.”

“The camp of the comrades is arranged everywhere;”

“On the high mountain.”

"We have many good brothers."

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