The heart will turn into a forest
Don't forget your past self
Every day can be a new beginning for you
The beat in the middle and late stages of the song is extremely tight, with several companions continuously harmonizing during the period, and the accompaniment strings being pulled rapidly, giving the song a sense of power and tension.
Like everyone else, Loran Hill was attracted by this group of bards. Compared with their peers who performed alone, they were more like a small band with clear division of labor and better performance.
After the performance, the people around applauded. Even the orcs could not resist the charm of music. In this short piece of music, they temporarily forgot the current difficulties, as if they had returned to that distant past, that prosperous era, when their ancestors galloped across the vast world, chasing endless prey, and fighting heroically and passionately.
Unfettered by any constraints, running freely in the wilderness, pursuing the thrill of life and death, and living a life of passion and ambition – this was the life that orcs longed for most in the past.
Sadly, these pure and carefree moments have now been crushed by the hardships of life and have long been forgotten.
Instead, poems that were influenced by this style and customs were passed down and introduced into the human kingdom. Hundreds of years later, they were once again sung by human bards in the ears of the orcs.
On the small bench outside the performance venue, Loran and Nia sat side by side, watching the grassland bards play and sing, singing one story and legend after another.
Compared with the herdsmen around her who were wearing fur coats, this girl with green hair and white skirt was so conspicuous that even if she was sitting there quietly, she would attract the attention of people around her.
The girl was so focused on listening to the story in the song that she didn't notice any of this. Several passionate young men wanted to approach her, but they couldn't bear to disrupt the peaceful scene.
It was not until the bards finished singing the last ballad that warm applause broke out in the venue, and the orcs gathered around rushed forward. Just as these young men, filled with passion and lust, were about to invite this beautiful woman, one of the bards stepped out to save the day.
"Everyone, please don't crowd in yet. This lady is our special guest. She will sing the last song for us."
As soon as he finished speaking, the bard led the applause as the group of young people expressed doubt and hesitation.
Loranhill looked at the bard with a little confusion, then looked around and understood helplessly. Then he nodded and stood up.
Suddenly, the applause was like thunder and as warm as the ocean, and the girl with green hair and white dress came onto the stage.
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