"Foam swaying in the water"
"The balance of longing turns"
In the wilderness, a breeze blew across the sea of white grass. A witch in white stood in the middle of it, singing loudly. The melodious singing drifted away into the distance along with the ripples of the wind.
When the song ended, the witch slowly opened her eyes, and there was a slight clapping sound behind her.
"Sister Yi's singing voice is still so beautiful."
Two similarly dressed shrine maidens slowly approached through the waist-deep sea of grass.
They are the Four Seasons Witches from the South. Because they follow Loran Hill, their clothing tends to be that of the Eastern witches. The main color is white, and the collars are embroidered with different prints according to their affiliation.
"You are here." Yi Huanbi turned his head and looked at the two Four Seasons Witches who were slightly younger than him.
"Well, I just finished work and went out for a walk before it got dark. I didn't expect to run into Sister Yi." One of the witches with fire leaf prints on her cuffs said happily. She looked young and very lively.
"Actually, I heard the sound and came here out of curiosity. I don't know if I disturbed Senior Yi." The other witch with light green wind leaf prints on her cuffs was much more polite.
"No, actually there's no need to be so restrained." Yi Huanbi smiled faintly. Only then did he realize that this witch was still a young girl, not as serious as she was on the battlefield.
"Let's sit for a while. The hillside over here is nice for watching the sunset." Yi Huanbi led the two of them a few steps forward and sat on a hillside facing west.
The western part of the country is mostly hills and mountains, and the setting sun opposite is casting a soft afterglow as it slowly sinks into the valley between the mountains.
"What song did Sister Yi sing just now? I have never heard it before." The witch Feng Ye spoke.
"This song was not taught by Lord Luolan. I learned it from the locals here." Yi Huanbi narrated slowly.
Since the war between the South and West, many of these witches of the four seasons have also gone with the army. Some serve as battlefield support, some are responsible for logistics and comforting local residents, and some are responsible for medical treatment and dealing with injuries.
As one of the few Sequence 7 transcendents in the Southern Territory, Yi Huanbi is not only a powerful force on the battlefield, but also the chief of these witches in the army, a figure like an elder sister.
"It sounds very nice~" Another lively Fire Leaf Witch raised her hand and expressed her opinion.
The other two smiled, and then chatted for a while before talking about the origin of the song.
"It seems to be a local folk song. Later, it was adapted several times and became what it is today." Yi Huanbi stroked her dark hair and told the story slowly.
"It was originally a hymn dedicated to the gods, and later words of remembrance and recording of past events were added."
"The full version of this song is actually quite long, but not many people know it now. Only the first part of the melody is still hummed by people, and that's the part I sang."
"Oh, Sister Yi knows so much." said the lively witch enviously.
"I just asked more people. If you want to get along well with the locals, you must understand their past and customs. That's what Lord Roland said."
"Huh, Lord Luo Lan is too far away from me. Unlike Sister Yi, I can see him easily."
"Haha, come on, as long as you work hard, you will have the chance to meet Lord Luolan in the future. In fact, Her Highness is quite easy-going, and it is hard to imagine her angry." Yi Huanbi said with a smile covering her mouth.
"Well, stop talking. I'm already very envious. Damn it." The petite and lively Fire Leaf Witch supported her head with her hands.
The three of them sat on the lawn under the setting sun, looking at the sunset in the sky, talking slowly, and the topic gradually turned to this war.
"The battlefield is truly cruel. I've been helping Sister Fulian take care of patients lately. The injuries sustained by those soldiers are so painful to me."
"Yes."
Yi Huanbi also murmured softly. Unlike the two beside her, she faced the battlefield head-on, even casting a large-scale fire spell, watching her enemies turn to ash in the flames.
Before stepping onto the battlefield, many witches had never killed anyone or been exposed to particularly cruel things, but the battlefield environment quickly made them mature.
How many more people must be reduced to ashes in her own flames before this huge war ends? She fell into deep thought for a moment.
Before setting off, although instructors had counseled these witches to prevent them from falling into psychological guilt and anxiety, the truth was far more shocking than what was said. Even though they knew that what they were doing was right, they still felt a little uneasy.
So, every evening, she would take a walk alone outside the camp to relieve her depressed mood.
“It hurts, but we have to keep going.”
She took the flute from her waist, placed it across her lips, and began to play it slowly.
Although he was in the empire of the Western Continent, Yi Huanbi still remembered the tunes he learned as a child. The teacher who taught him to play the flute was a great musician and swordsman. Because he was recuperating from his injuries, he lived in his home for a long time and taught him a lot.
Unfortunately, she was too young at that time and had forgotten many things. Now she only remembers playing the flute.
If the phoenix does not sing, where are the flutes and pipes?
The swordsman teacher was a persistent person. He was angry about some phenomena in the dynasty and once said that he would use the sword in his hand to eliminate all injustices in the world. As for playing the flute and the piano, he had neglected them for a long time until he was recuperating at Yi Huanbi's house.
Although I no longer live in the East Continent, many of the principles are the same.
The flute sounds melodious, and as night falls, it is filled with a bit of longing and sorrow. However, the player does not remain immersed in it. Towards the end, the sound becomes softer, showing his open-mindedness and comfort.
"Let's go, it's time to go back."
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In July of 1715 in the Third Age, the rime-covered Titaneia finally thawed, and the millions of residents trapped in this giant city gradually woke up, and then a war broke out in the sky.
The world marveled at the towering Titans, the flying scrolls, and the frost-breathing dragons. They trembled in fear in the battle that covered the sky and the earth, and were terrified by this almost god-like battle.
Finally, the blue ring wind and water flow shattered the flames and frost in the sky and cleared the shadows in the sky. Then 24 sages descended here, announcing the arrival of the era of mortals.
Witches and sages are no longer allowed to get involved in the internal strife of the empire.
After that, the army of the southern border, under the cover of roaring dragon-wing aircraft, broke through layer after layer of checkpoints and pushed the front line to the heart of the western border, where the Salus family was located.
Beneath the towering white stone castle, fairywood flags fluttered in the wind, and the Griffin Duke defending the isolated city stood on the city wall with a sword in hand. In the sky, the last group of Griffin Knights flapped their wings and hovered, watching the army advancing gradually below.
The leading knight was still so familiar. Jelann, holding a holy sword, rode on an armored warhorse and climbed the familiar stairs step by step, heading towards the tall barrier that he once thought would be the whole of his life.
"Times have changed, Father."
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