“Ahhhhhhhhh!”
"My eyes, someone come and save my eyes!"
"Ah, ah, ah, this playful witch is mine, and whoever wants to take it from me may draw his sword!"
"No, no, no, what kind of magical band is this? I want to know who the lead singer is now!"
Si'er had a bitter face. He kept wondering if he had offended Feng Xiaoyun in some way. Why were all the other characters in the game handsome, but he was just a female auxiliary character playing a witch?
The key point is that he has played this game before, and the witch in the game is a short and quirky little loli.
He is a 1.85-meter-tall strong man with a pair of strong arms due to long-term drumming.
This look on him made the audience laugh so hard.
So he just knocked a few times perfunctorily and didn't want to continue.
Then the four of them began to play the prelude together, and the last lamppost was swaying on the stage, but it never stopped on the lead singer.
The audience, whose appetite had long been whetted by the various looks of the first four band members, held their breath, waiting for the appearance of the last figure.
“Should I break out of this cocoon and find the blue sky?”
The singing began and the beam of light froze.
Yan Zi, dressed as a female swordsman with silver hair and a broken blade, finally appeared in everyone's sight.
A silver close-fitting armor matched her cold temperament. Even the microphone stand in front of her was made into the shape of a female swordsman's close-fitting weapon, the broken sword.
There was silence at first, and then with a loud bang, the whole stadium exploded.
"Mansi, I finally understand the meaning of the word Mansi."
"Wow, this is my wife, Yan Zi!" Naturally, there were also fans of Yan Zi below, and the sharp-eyed ones recognized her immediately.
"Who is Yan Zi?" Naturally, there were people nearby who didn't know him and immediately asked for more information.
"Did this damn Zhiliao team invite Broken Blade himself?"
"I feel like with people like this encouraging me, I can defeat the five members of the Xianghe team by myself."
Yan Zi was naturally unaware of the discussions in the audience. At that moment, she was already immersed in the singing and had even forgotten about being nervous.
"As I drift gently in the gentle wind, I feel no pain from all the injuries I've experienced."
"I will climb up step by step, just waiting for the sun to look at its face quietly."
"A small sky with big dreams! A heavy cocoon wrapped in a gentle gaze!"
"I will climb up step by step, and fly forward by stepping on the leaves at the highest point!"
"A little sky, tears and sweat, one day I will have a sky of my own!"
Along with the singing, the big screen at the back played some training footage of the Zhiliao team, including shots of the players playing the game, some crying after losing the game, and some hugging and cheering after winning the game.
Gradually, the atmosphere in the venue was lifted, especially those loyal fans who had accompanied the Zhiliao team all the way. They all began to sway their bodies in unison, or hum along with the music, or look at the lyrics on the big screen and sing along with Yan Zi.
Finally, the song ended, and many audiences forgot that they were here to watch a competition. They shouted "Encore, encore," and asked Yan Zi and the others to perform again.
"I'm very happy to be here today and to sing this song 'Cicada' for everyone. I also ask everyone to cheer for the Zhiliao team and wish them a good result in today's competition. Thank you all."
After Yan Zi finished speaking, he and Feng Xiaoyun bowed to the audience and thanked them before returning to the backstage.
"Huh! Nothing went wrong, right?" After getting off the stage, Brother Cao let out a long sigh and quickly asked Sister Chen who was watching backstage.
Sister Chen stretched out both hands and gave a thumbs up.
Yan Zi excitedly went up to hug Sister Chen and asked in disbelief, "Is everything really okay? Did we perform successfully?"
"How could I possibly lie to you?" Sister Chen ruffled Yan Zi's silver wig and said lovingly, "Although it's a slow song, my blood was boiling even backstage."
"Um, guys and sisters, can we talk later? Can you take off your makeup first?" Si'er, wearing a red witch hat, asked weakly.
A few people looked at his aggrieved look and burst into laughter again.
Shan'er pretended to hold his face and wanted to give him a passionate kiss, but Si'er held his head tightly, preventing him from getting close.
Several people went to the dressing room to remove their makeup and came to the front row seats prepared for them by the Zhiliao Team. Cao Chong saw his father coming over, holding snacks in one hand and raising the other hand into a fist.
Bang, the father and son's fists collided.
"How is it? Dad didn't disappoint you, did he?"
"Never!"
"You kid, you just know how to talk!"
At this time, the cheering session for the Xianghe team had ended, and the two teams had started their first game.
After thirty minutes of fierce fighting, the Zhiliao team took the lead and won the first game.
Then in the second game, due to a mistake, the Xianghe team seized the opportunity to wipe out the Zhiliao team in a wave, winning the game in one fell swoop, and the game came to a 1-1 tie.
But in the next two games, the Zhiliao team was as if assisted by God and did not give the Xianghe team any chance. With their precise coordination, they accumulated advantages bit by bit and won two games in a row.
3 to 1, the Zhiliao team won the championship of the Heroes War World Finals. According to the competition system, both teams must play a full five games regardless of winning or losing.
So in the golden rain, the Zhiliao team brought out a lineup of the Broken Blade Swordswoman on the top lane, the Happy Ronin in the middle lane, the Berserker Gunner in the jungle, and the Gloomy Elf and the Playful Witch on the bottom lane.
Even many years later, this scene is still a classic in the minds of Heroes Wars players.
Off the field, a storm was brewing.
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