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When Soraya was excitedly drawing the portraits of the witches, Echo was sitting on the top of the castle - the sloping roof of the observation tower, where she could see the whole town.
She asked Lightning to bring her up, and when the sun sets, the little girl will come to take her down. Now, Lightning should be on the way to Changsong Fortress.
The weather is very good today. The sun shines brightly on the earth. The river in the distance is like a shining silk, flowing slowly to the west, dividing the land mixed with green leaves and white snow into two petals. Lying in the sun, she felt that her whole body was surrounded by soft warmth, unlike the scorching sun in the extreme south, where the scorching rays could easily sting the skin.
The wind was also very different, she thought. The winds in the mainland kingdom were varied, with the slightly salty sea breeze in the Blue Water Port, the humid monsoon in the capital, the icy cold north wind in the Desperate Mountains, and the breeze with the fragrance of soil in the town now. In any case, the wind here was pure and single. In Iron Sand City, it was either hot and windless, or an overwhelming storm. The wind was visible, and the whistling air flow was mixed with stones and gravel, like a black giant beast sweeping in. At this time, you must hide in the house, or anywhere you can avoid the wind. Standing in the wind will only lead to death.
Echo exhaled softly, and now she thought about it, it has been nearly four years since she left Iron Sand City. The Osha clan unfortunately lost in the power struggle. Her father was killed by the enemy even after surrendering. She witnessed all this and wanted to rush up to die with the enemy, but was hit from behind.
I don't know how many people in the clan can survive after four years.
Before being sold as a slave to the Blue Water Port, she heard that the Osha clan violated the agreement of the sacred duel. The clan members who were spurned by the three gods would be exiled to the Endless Cape and could never return to the Iron Sand City. But Echo knew that all this was a conspiracy of the Iron Whip Clan. They smeared the black oil flowing underground on the whip. Once it was ignited, even water could not extinguish it. It was this trick that caused her brother, the strongest warrior in the clan, to be burned alive during the duel, causing the team's formation to be in chaos.
In addition to the boiling yellow sand, the Endless Cape only has a pillar of fire that never goes out and an ocean that is more manic than the mother of the earth. The sand people who go there will soon turn into bones, and their fate will be even more miserable than becoming a slave.
After Echo awakened as a divine messenger, or what the mainland kingdoms commonly call a witch, she had thought about revenge, but her ability was useless, simulating sound. No matter how she begged the three gods, the gods did not give her a will. After living in the Blue Water Harbor for half a year, she understood even more that the saying that the divine messenger was favored by the three gods was nothing more than a self-deceiving scam by the Mojin people.
Within the jurisdiction of the four kingdoms, divine messengers were all hunted by the church. From that day on, Echo completely cut off her hope of revenge.
At this time, thick smoke suddenly rose in the distance. She looked to the east bank of the Red Water River and saw flames flickering with a faint green light passing through the grove. The black smoke from the burning trees and the white mist from the evaporation of the snow mixed together to form a gray smoke column on the horizon.
That was Anna's green flame.
When she first arrived here, Wendy briefly introduced Anna and Nanawa to the sisters. At that time, Echo was very envious of Anna's ability. Freely controlled flames, high temperatures that can melt swords... If I had such a powerful force when I was in Iron Sand City, no one from the Iron Whip Clan would have survived.
Echo shook her head. It was meaningless to think about it now. Compared to those tribesmen who were likely to have been buried in the yellow sand, she was lucky to be alive. Since His Royal Highness was willing to take me in, all I could do was to try my best to complete the orders His Royal Highness had given me.
She cleared her throat and began to hum the song as he asked.
It was a cheerful little song. His Royal Highness only hummed it once, and she remembered the whole tune completely.
The music was not unfamiliar to Echo. When she was taught as a superior slave, she needed to master the skills of seductive dance, teasing and low singing, and even extremely explicit moans. But His Royal Highness's song was completely different... It was very rhythmic and full of a burst of upward vitality, especially when he asked her to imitate the sound of a flute to play this piece of music, each note seemed to jump, making people want to dance along.
The difficulty lies in adding drums and strings while the music is going on. It is the first time for Echo to simulate three sounds at the same time and overlap each other. She never thought that the music could be played in this way!
At the beginning, it was difficult for her to ensure that the drums would not disrupt the rhythm of the flute. She tried to beat the rhythm with her hands or feet as His Highness suggested, and then gradually merged the two sounds together.
After a few days of practice, Echo gradually mastered this onomatopoeia.
After trying to sing it a few times, she stood up and decided to add the final string music.
As the music played, Echo found that this minor tune had changed again - if the cheerful flute sound constituted its torso and the passionate drum beats gave it bones, then the strings that seemed to be embellished at the end gave the song a soul. She stepped on the beat, over and over again, making the three instruments completely integrated, the sound getting higher and higher, and finally couldn't help singing out loud -
when the song ended, Echo felt the heart beating in her chest, it seemed that only someone like His Highness could create such a song.
Thinking back to Roland's face, and then thinking of everything she saw in the border town, it was completely incomparable to the decadent imperial capital, not to mention those dirty, fat pig-like nobles who could only ejaculate on her body.
"It would be great if I was sold to His Highness."
Echo murmured to herself.