Netheril’s Glory - Chapter 1224

[Chapter 1216 Light Chaser]

The singing and dancing event in Emerald Green Leaf Town is just a small-scale celebration. Most of the girls participating in this competition have certain artistic qualities, but in fact their singing and dancing skills can only be described as “comparatively average”.

In fact, although this grand event celebration is lively enough, most of the five or six performers who continue to appear on the stage just come to the stage to show their usual songs that they are good at – because most of the songs in the multiverse have to narrate at least one piece of circulation. They have a wider story, so their voices are nothing more than using the common language to praise ancient heroes, or lament about the major events in Faerûn’s history that are familiar to everyone.

Even because the damage done over 60,000 years ago from the battle of the two Thrones of the Sun was too horrific, the more popular arias on Faerûn are now accustomed to referencing the dead Karamus The empire expresses emotion and sadness.

If there is anything worth mentioning in such a cookie-cutter story, then I am afraid there is only the legend of an evil archmage named “Whispers of Destruction” that is particularly likely to arouse the exclamations of all kind audiences.

Yes, that’s right, for these mortals with limited knowledge, the person who really caused the destruction of the Karamus Empire is not within their understanding, but the evil spellcaster who participated in the whole process and did everything. more widely known.

Like many well-known “evil legends”, punk’s bad reputation has now reached the point where even mortals can express their emotions in songs and poems, even if most of the bards who sing about these things do not know what they are. Whether the described terrifying existence is a fictional legend or a real powerhouse, this obviously does not prevent a group of good-minded elves and humans from being saddened by the “destruction of the good Karamus Empire” in the song.

Sadness and the same hatred are the easiest ways to get votes. In this concert where the short guy pulls the tall guy up, since everyone’s singing skills are not very good, the contestants will naturally use this to mobilize the audience. The way to get the votes in the way of mood can be regarded as a blameless and helpless thing.

Generally speaking, limited by the level of connoisseurs and performers, most of these activities in Emerald Green Leaf Town will eventually evolve into “many performers on stage, dazzling audience voting at will, and the number of votes of all people is not much different in the end”. The basic result, such an ending should have been taken for granted.

However, on this day… in this warm and bright sunny noon, accompanied by a petite girl in a gorgeous bright red dress walking slowly onto the stage, the originally noisy town hall suddenly became silent. .

That’s a…what a beautiful girl!

Her jet-black hair flutters in the wind, her phoenix eyebrows like the moon are slightly meandering, her beautiful eyes are full of love, her pretty nose is petite and lovely, her cheeks are slightly dizzy, her breath is like blue, and her blushing cheeks are extremely beautiful. The broken skin is like frost and snow, and the figure is slender, as flawless as the fairy in the flowers.

There are beautiful women in the north, who are left behind and independent.

Once the city is poured, it will pour the country again.

Maybe this description is suitable for a girl who is on the stage at this moment. Wearing bright red clothes, she looks as dazzling as the rose petals circulating in the morning wind, even in this piece of elves In the forest where he lives, the so-called stunning beauty of the city is probably nothing more than that.

“Excuse me, please, this contestant, what is the song you are performing?”

Watching the beautiful girl who came to the stage, the elf host with a blushing face was at a loss for a while.

She doesn’t know what kind of powerhouse is coming to her now, but the girl’s dazzling beauty and temperament are obviously extraordinary, facing such an unusual sense of oppression, even the host who has experienced the biggest scene The audience will also panic, not to mention that the person standing on the stage is just a small town girl.

But fortunately, the next performance the girl is going to perform does not require much words from the host, so after a thrilling and meaningful smile, the words from Qing Kai’s lips are just a plain answer:

“The song I want to sing is an ancient legend from a foreign country… I want to dedicate it to my most important relative, and its name is – “The Persistent Light Chaser””!

“…”

“We can see the brilliance shining brightly in the sky, and every ray of light is galloping towards the distant starry sky.”

The first lyric moved all the audience with her ethereal voice. The girl who danced lightly had already shown the beautiful movement like an agile butterfly shadow.

Like the petals slipping off, like the shadows reflecting the clouds…

Surely no one can know what the legend sung by the girl in the bright red robe, because the ancient level of the story she told is completely unimaginable by mortals, and it is worth mentioning that the girl’s singing language She used a very authentic abyss language, and her singing was really just dedicated to her relatives, and the audience in the Emerald Green Leaf Town would definitely not be able to understand it.

But language barriers are never a barrier to art, are they?

Even if you can’t hear the meaning of the lyrics, the unbelievable singing and melody are still shocking enough.

What’s more, with the graceful dancing of the girl, the mysterious artistic conception and tragic feelings unique to this movement have been revealed incisively and vividly.

“The brilliance shines brightly in the sky, and every ray of light is galloping toward the distant starry sky.”

There is nothing on the outside and edge of the starry sky, why do the rays of light continue to run towards the distance?

In the dark world far from the last plane, it is the limitless astral edge.

Legend has it that the eternal night leads to the endless void, and that the darkest night leads to the tomb of the Throne.

Where does all the light belong?

What is the meaning of eternal silence?

What kind of truth does the so-called “possible” represent?

Whether the so-called “meaningless” is worth chasing.

Those things don’t matter, the final gain is dispensable.

The pursuit of one’s own heart never needs the dissuasion of others, just as the selfish devil never seeks redemption.

There is a persistent legend in the ancient “Awakener Age” who once went to the stars out of pure curiosity.

Do not seek return, do not seek results, just to pursue the first beam of light that opens up the world.

Presumably… After countless years of hard work and hard work, she finally found the “truth” she delusional, and she also got the happiness she dreamed of. “