Three Hundred and Fiftieth Chapters Distant Flute

"You swaying the foam in the water light"

"Sustained Thoughts, Rotating Scales"

In the wilderness, the breeze blew through the white velvet grass sea, and a priest in white stood in it, singing loudly.

At the end of the song, the witch slowly opened her eyes, and there was a slight applause behind her.

"Sister Yin's singing is still so good."

Two priestesses in similar clothes walked slowly across the waist-length sea of ​​grass.

They are witches of the four seasons from the southern border. Because they follow Loren Hill, their clothes are also biased towards the east. The main body is white, and the collars are embroidered with different prints according to their genus.

"You are here." Yin Huanbi turned his head and looked at the two witches of the four seasons, who were slightly younger than him.

"Well, I just finished my work and went out for a walk while it was still dark. I didn't expect to meet Sister Yin." One of the witches with a fire leaf print on her cuff said happily. She looked young and very is lively.

"Actually, I heard the voice and was a little curious, so I came here. I don't know if I bothered Senior Yin." Another witch with a light green wind leaf print on her sleeve was much more polite.

"No, there's no need to be so restrained." Yin Huanbi smiled lightly, and only then did he realize that the witch was actually a young girl, not as serious as on the battlefield.

"Let's sit down, it's good to see the sunset on the hillside here." Yin Huanbi took the two of them forward a few steps and sat on a hillside facing west.

The western part is mostly hills and mountains, and the setting sun on the opposite side is slowly sinking towards the valley between the mountains with its soft afterglow.

"Which song did Sister Yin sing just now, I haven't heard it before." The witch of Feng Ye said.

"This song was not taught by Lord Lorraine, but I learned it from the locals here." Yin Huanbi said slowly.

Since the war between the southern border and the western border, many of these witches of the four seasons have also accompanied the army, some as force support on the battlefield, some are responsible for logistics, appease the local residents, and some are responsible for treatment, dealing with pain and other things.

As a rare Sequence 7 extraordinary person in the South, Yin Huanbi is not only a powerful force on the battlefield, but also the chief of these witches in the army, who is like an elder sister.

"It sounds good~" Another lively Fire Leaf witch raised her small hand and expressed her opinion.

The other two laughed, and then chatted for a while before talking about the origin of the song.

"It seems to be a local folk song, and it has been adapted several times to become what it is now." Yin Huanbi stroked his blue-black hair and spoke slowly.

"It was originally a hymn dedicated to the gods, and later it was added with words of nostalgia and records of the past."

"The full version of this song is actually very long, and I don't know much about it now. Only the melody in the previous paragraph is still being hummed, and I sang this short paragraph."

"Oh, Sister Yin knows a lot." The lively witch said enviously.

"I just asked people more. If you want to get along well with the local residents, you must understand their past and customs. That's what Lord Lorraine said."

"Huh, Lord Lorraine is too far away from me, unlike Sister Yin who can easily meet her."

"Hehe, come on, as long as you work hard, you will have the chance to see Lord Lorraine in the future. In fact, His Royal Highness is quite easy-going. It's hard to imagine her angry appearance." Yin Huanbi said with a smile.

"Well, don't say it, I'm already envious, damn it." The petite and lively Fire Leaf Witch supported her head with her hands.

The three sat on the lawn under the setting sun, looking at the sunset in the sky, talking slowly, and the topic slowly turned to this war.

"The battlefield is really cruel. I recently helped Sister Fulian take care of the patients. The wounds of those soldiers hurt me a lot."

"Yes."

Yin Huanbi also felt softly. Unlike the two around her, she faced the battlefield head-on and cast a large fire spell, watching the enemy turn to ashes in the flames.

Before setting foot on the battlefield, many witches had never killed anyone or been exposed to particularly cruel things, but the environment of the battlefield quickly made them mature.

How many people must be turned to ashes in her own flames to end this huge war, she briefly fell into her thoughts.

Before the departure, although the instructors had already counseled them, these witches, to avoid falling into psychological guilt and anxiety, but the impact of the truth is far greater than the story. Even if you know what you are doing is correct, you will still Somewhat disturbed.

Therefore, every evening, she would take a walk outside the camp alone to relieve her boredom.

"It hurts, but keep going."

She took off the flute from her waist, put it in front of her lips, and played it slowly.

Although he is in the empire of the Western Continent, Yin Huanbi still remembers the tune he learned when he was a child. The teacher who taught his flute was a great musician and swordsman. Because of his injuries, he lived in his home for a long time, and he also taught I got myself a lot of things.

It's a pity that she was too young at that time, and she forgot a lot of it, and now she still remembers playing the flute.

Where the phoenix and birds do not sing, where are the flutes and flutes?

The swordsman teacher is a persistent person, angry at some phenomena in the dynasty. He once said that he would use the sword in his hand to cut off the injustice in the world, but such things as playing the flute and playing the qin had been abandoned for a long time, until he was in Yin Huanbi. When the family was recuperating, I slowly picked it up.

Although he doesn't live in the Eastern Continent now, many things are in common.

The sound of the flute is melodious, and as the night falls, there are also more thoughts and sorrows, but the player who plays it has not been immersed in it all the time. When it comes to the end, it still turns soft, showing its open-mindedness and comfort.

"Let's go, it's time to go back."

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In the third era, in July 1715, the smog filled Tainia finally thawed, millions of residents trapped in this giant city gradually woke up, and then a war broke out in the sky.

The world marvels at the towering titans, the flying scrolls, the frost-spitting giant dragons, shivering in the battle that covered the sky, and fearing this almost god-like battle.

In the end, the blue wind and water smashed the flames and frost in the sky, and also cleaned up the shadows in the sky, and then 24 sages came here, announcing the arrival of the era of mortals.

The witches and the sages are not allowed to get involved in the infighting of the empire anymore.

After that, the army in the south, under the cover of a roaring dragon wing aircraft, broke through the layers of barriers and pushed the front to the hinterland of the west, where the Salius family was located.

Under the towering White Stone Castle, the flags of the fairy trees fluttered in the wind, while the Duke Griffin, who guarded the isolated city, stood on the city wall with a sword. Gradually advance the army.

The knight at the head is still so familiar. With a holy sword, Jerain rides an armored warhorse and climbs the familiar stairs step by step, walking towards the tall barrier that he once thought would be his whole life.

"Times have changed, my lord."