The lights come on.
A piano slowly rose up in the center of the stage.
The moment Hao Yun walked out from behind the stage, the atmosphere in the stadium reached its peak. The waves of applause and shouts were like a tsunami rising one after another, each wave higher than the last.
"Mr. Hao!"
"Mr. Hao!"
"Yun God!"
"God!"
There seemed to be no unity in the shouting.
There are Yinke.com users who call Yunshen, and there are also World of Warcraft players who call Haoshen. Since there was no unified slogan, the two groups seemed to be competing with each other, shouting louder and louder every time, and almost stopped quarreling.
Among them, the employee phalanx formed by the employees of Yunmeng Group was particularly excited and energetic.
Of course, the most exaggerated thing is the online broadcast on the official website of Yunmeng Games.
The entire live broadcast room was flooded with two barrages of "Dad" and "Father"...
Taken aback by the audience's enthusiasm, Hao Yun also didn't expect that he, who usually rarely appears in public, would have so many fans and supporters.
"It seems that everyone likes our Mr. Hao very much," Lin Mengmeng looked at Hao Yun with a pair of bright eyes, and the corners of Lin Mengmeng's curved mouth turned up with a hint of cunning, and said with a smile, "Can I interview you for everyone about your mood at the moment? "
Hao Yun answered truthfully.
"A little nervous."
Lin Mengmeng said.
"Is it because of everyone's enthusiasm?"
Hao Yun smiled and made a joke.
"Everyone's enthusiasm is partly because the host is so beautiful."
Lin Mengmeng's cheeks turned red instantly, and she glared at him, her talking eyes seeming to say - "There are so many people here, what weird words did you say."
The atmosphere is a bit subtle.
The most fearful thing at this time is that there will be no sound, and the scene that was not embarrassing in the first place will be made awkward.
However, emotions were overwhelming at the moment, and Lin Mengmeng forgot his words in a hurry.
Fortunately, at this time, Hao Yun, who was holding the microphone, turned to the auditorium smoothly and asked the question to the audience with a smile.
"Do you think so?"
A loud shout came.
"yes!"
Hao Yun continued.
"Can you give me some applause?"
Bang bang bang bang!
He was answered with thunderous applause.
Many people in the audience showed knowing smiles.
"Hahaha, I didn't expect Mr. Hao to be quite funny."
"Is this talking about cross talk?"
"Damn it, you actually teased the host Xiao Gaigai!"
"Look at the look in the host's eyes. Is that teasing? Tsk tsk."
"Huh? I didn't even notice it if you didn't tell me!"
"Damn it, is this money's ability?"
"What is money ability! Can you not be so vulgar? This is called charm!"
The rescue was successful.
The atmosphere was boiling again.
Hao Yun nodded in greeting, and without wasting any more time, he walked to the piano and sat down.
Taking a deep breath, he put his hands on the keys. After a moment of contemplation, he waited for the right moment to hit the first note.
That's an octave lower la.
Like an ancient bell ringing.
The gymnasium became silent at a visible speed, and Hao Yun continued to play.
The ten fingers placed on the keys did not pause at all, and quickly and smoothly played the notes of the second, third... first beat, and even the second beat. The speed became faster and faster, and the movements became more and more vigorous, just like jumping. Elf on piano keys.
His shoulders rose and fell slightly with the rhythm. Hao Yun, who had completely mastered the rhythm, slightly closed his double pressure. At this moment, he had completely entered the state, as if he had merged with the piano.
Several judges on the judges' bench held their breath, stared at his back, and stopped their original low-pitched exchanges.
"… Amazing."
Liu Shiyao held her breath and murmured quietly.
Hu Yanshu sitting aside had surprise written all over his face. Xu Shaoyuan opened his mouth unconsciously, as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't make any sound.
Especially the piano master Pella from Italy.
A trace of emotion gradually appeared on the originally careless face, and soon the emotion turned into shock.
The music itself was not very difficult, and there were no particularly difficult skills in the performance. However, the ups and downs of the melody and rhythm printed a picture in his mind.
He seemed to see the dawn breaking.
Just like a poem.
He whispered in his heart -
When the last ship sails to the distant sky.
I sat on the rocks and looked out.
Let your thoughts drift away like smoke and clouds.
Woven into my legend…
It was not only the instructors on the judges' bench who were shocked, but also the thousands of spectators in the stadium. From the very beginning of the performance, the sound of the piano firmly grabbed all their attention, making them hold their breath involuntarily and humming along with the melody.
Even though not everyone has the ability to appreciate pure music, the beauty of melody is common to everyone.
Especially for Azeroth players here!
Pairs of eyes were fixed on the stage, and the continuously hitting keys seemed not to be active under the lights, but to knock on each of their pupils and hearts.
At that moment, the flowing notes seemed to travel through time and space, taking them to a world that only existed in their hearts.
There they saw endless fields, grasslands filled with blood, sea breeze blowing through the night-filled rocks, the rotting swamps in the twilight forest faintly echoing the whispers of the forgotten, and A cry from a living creature.
Surprisingly.
Witnessing the undead rising from the grave, they not only did not feel any gloom and weirdness, but only the blood that rose and fell with the melody.
The mutilated corpse stood up under the support of faith, and took up the rusty shield and spear again.
Even if it is forgotten.
Even if you turn into a dead spirit.
Even though the pupils have lost flesh and light.
They still guard the soil of civilization, vowing to avenge natural disasters and their prince...
In the audience.
The expression on Zhou Xuan's face was full of surprise.
The new character he registered after the open beta happened to be the Forsaken.
In the past two months, a lot of edited videos about World of Warcraft have appeared on Bilibili, including some that make people excited after watching them.
For example, Hao Yun's own BGM - "He is a Pirate" is often mixed with human CG animations by netizens.
Even because it appears so frequently and has so many ignition points, after listening to it, I can’t help but want to find someone to fight. Players have ridiculed it as “Stormwind City’s recruitment advertisement” and “PK players’ march.”
However, the emotion contained in that piece of music was too hot and obviously not suitable for the forgotten people wandering in the shadow of the twilight forest. There was always an indescribable sense of dissonance when used on the undead.
But this piece is different!
If "He is a Pirate" is the sunlight that melts the glaciers, then this "Overture of the Dead" is the moonlight that shines on the ancient battlefield.
There has never been a BGM like this piano music that allowed him to hear so many full and complex emotions from the ups and downs of the melody.
Not just burning.
There is also a loneliness of the long night approaching, and a distant watch...
This is the BGM that belongs to the forgotten!
Liang Ziyuan, who had come to the audience from behind the stage, was also listening.
At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind.
"It's really too strong!"