When Roland heard Iron Axe's report, he doubted whether there was something wrong with his ears.
"You said you saw the vast desert in the echo's singing, and brought back a grain of sand from the desert?"
It's nothing more than hallucinations, even hallucinations come out, is this really still singing
"I didn't bring it back, Your Highness," Iron Axe put the gravel in front of the desk solemnly, "I was completely stunned at the time, and I didn't even want to go and verify whether those scenes were real. It seemed like it suddenly appeared in my hands. Generally speaking, if I have to say it, it should be the flying sand brought by the hot wind, right?"
The more he talked, the more mysterious Roland thought for a moment, "She only sang this song?"
"There are still some songs, but I can't listen to them at all," Tie Axe recalled. "The scene at that time was like a miracle... If it was before, even if Lord Yinyue claimed to be the messenger of the Three Gods, I would still believe it. Your Highness. , is this her ability to evolve?"
After following him for more than a year, it was obvious that this Mo Jinmin also had a certain understanding of witches.
"It should be, but this is the first time I've encountered such a situation," Roland thought for a moment, and decided to call Echo over to ask in person.
After Iron Axe was ordered to leave, Roland squeezed the sand and looked at it carefully, "Is this a magical creation?"
"I don't know," Nightingale's voice came from behind. "There is no trace of magic on it."
The absence of magic traces does not mean that it is not an object created by magic, but this material is a real thing, and it does not need to be maintained by magic after it is formed, and it will not be affected by the Stone of God's Punishment, such as Soraya's paintings.
Echo came to the study quickly, and Nightingale immediately appeared beside Roland and smiled at her, "Congratulations."
The latter was startled, "Me?"
Nightingale nodded, "The magic power in your body has been condensed, haven't you found it?"
"Really, really?" Echo said in surprise, "Does this mean that my abilities have evolved?"
"What does it look like?" Roland secretly thought to himself.
"A blue transparent crystal, as clear as water," Nightingale replied, "The total amount of magic power is equivalent to Maisie."
It seems that this evolution has nothing to do with epiphany, but completed the cohesion unknowingly. After Roland told Echo about the illusion of Iron Axe, she looked very surprised.
"You said... He seems to have returned to the extreme south, in the sand sea?"
"It seems that the word is worth considering, because when he returned from the desert, he had an extra grain of sand on his body," Roland laughed, "Although there are things like sand everywhere, he won't dig through the snow and get out of the mud. Find one and lie to me." He paused, "What did you see then?"
"Nothing..." Echo replied with some embarrassment, "I closed my eyes and didn't pay attention to the changes around me."
"Then show it to us now," Roland held his chin with interest, "Just use the hometown song you created."
"Uh… here?"
"Well, yes," he affirmed, "it's still half an hour before dinner time, so it won't affect other people."
"I also want to listen to immersive songs," Nightingale answered enthusiastically.
"OK then."
Echo took a deep breath, and soon, a mixed sonata that did not belong to this era rang out. The sweet singing that belonged to a woman's unique voice surrounded the study. At first, she was a little reserved, probably never sang indoors. Yes, but as the tune reaches its climax, she's totally into the music.
Roland seemed to hear the sound of the hot wind blowing through the green forest, the temperature in the room seemed to have increased a bit, and the smell of sand baked by the scorching sun could be heard in his nose... When the aftertaste slowly dissipated, Roland took a long time to reminisce about the music. Come back to your senses. There is no doubt that this is a lyrical song full of exotic flavors. For him who is deaf, he can't find any faults at all... However, he did not see the vast desert, and he was still sitting in the study, flowing with trickle The oasis of the stream is even missing.
He looked at Nightingale, who shook his head at him, apparently she didn't see those strange visions either.
Is this ability not working
"Did you only write this song?" Roland asked.
"Hmm," Echo nodded.
"Then sing a few more songs that I taught you," he thought for a while before deciding, "Let everyone come and listen."
After a while, the study was full of witches, and even the three of Sleeping Island rushed over, even though they were still holding a stack of unfinished cards in their hands. Echo could see that she was a little nervous, but with Wendy's encouragement, she slowly regained her composure and sang all the songs including "Guerrilla Song".
And these songs, without exception, received warm applause from the witches.
After asking everyone's feelings, Roland also had a general judgment in his heart.
That is, the degree of influence by the song also depends on the subjective experience of the listener. People who have the same experience as the atmosphere of the song will be more affected. The basis for judgment is that among the modern songs taught by themselves, everyone's response to the guerrilla songs is the most. Well, after thinking about it, it is only because the witches have seen the scene of the First Army marching forward with the drumbeat of the song, and they can better understand the meaning contained in the tune.
Sand people like Iron Axe can naturally resonate strongly with the music full of the style of the extreme south.
However, what is the deepest influence of this kind? Roland can't know through the test for the time being... If the feeler is fully involved in it, will everything in the illusion become a real manifestation
But no matter what, Echo's new abilities still make him full of expectations, such as inspiring soldiers, comforting the masses, and cooperating with future theatrical performances... The role of people who can arouse the audience's emotions is immeasurable.
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The next afternoon, Roland summoned Vader from Border Town in his study.
"His Royal Highness... I, I'm here..." His teeth chattered, apparently not recovering from the high-speed flight.
Now if you want to travel between the two places quickly, the only way of transportation is Maisie Express. Of course, even if you are wrapped in a thick blanket and fly under the claws of the giant beasts at a speed of 60 kilometers per hour against the cold wind, it is still not a a comfortable experience.
"Good job," Roland patted the fat pigeon on the shoulder.
"Goo!" The latter raised his head proudly.
"I called you here because I want you to help the nobles of the Elk family train a team," he looked at Vader, "The situation here is different from Border Town, where there are rats, refugees, and vicious criminals. There are several similarities to Jinsuicheng."
Vader baked by the fireplace for a while, and finally stopped shaking, "You mean... let me form a patrol?"
"No, it's the police." Roland recounted the Strike Hard plan, "The first half of the operation will be led by the First Army, but in the end, the security of the fortress will still have to be maintained by the police. As a policeman, the most important thing is to be the people. The idea of a protector."
"Treat the people as peaceful as the spring breeze, and treat criminals as ruthless as thunder," Vader couldn't help repeating.
"That's right," the prince smiled, "I hope you can teach them well." (., Your support is my biggest motivation.) 16-12-05 04:13:02