Release that Witch

When Roland heard the report of the iron axe, he suddenly suspected that his ear had a problem.

"You said that you saw the vast desert in the echo of the song, and brought back a grain of sand from the desert?"

The auditory hallucination is gone, even the illusion is coming out. Is this really a song?

"Not brought back, Your Highness," the iron axe put the gravel in front of the desk in a serious manner. "I was completely in a state of standing. I didn't even want to verify that the scenes were true. It just appeared suddenly in my hands. In general, if you have to say it, should it be the flying sand brought by the hot air?"

The more I talked, the more mysterious, Roland thought for a moment, "She only sang this song?"

"There are still some songs, but I can't listen to them at all," recalled the iron axe. "The scene at the time was like a miracle... If it was before, the silver moon adult would claim to be the messenger of the three gods, and I would be convinced. His Royal Highness, is this her ability to evolve?"

After following himself for more than a year, it is obvious that the Mojinsha people also have a certain understanding of the witch.

"It should be, but this is the first time I have met," Roland thought for a moment and decided to call the echo to ask him personally.

After the iron axe was taken away, Roland pinched the sand and looked at it carefully. "Is this a magical creation?"

"I don't know," came the sound of the nightingale behind him. "There is no trace of magic on it."

No magic trace does not mean that it is not an object created by magic, but this kind of material is a real existence. After it is formed, it does not need to rely on magic to maintain it, nor will it be affected by the stone of punishment, such as Soroya's painting.

The echo soon came to the study, and the nightingale appeared on the side of Roland for the first time and smiled at her: "Congratulations."

The latter groaned, "I?"

Noon nodded at night, "The magic in your body has condensed, have you not found it?"

“Really, really?” echoed the surprise. “Is this saying that my abilities have evolved?”

"What does it look like?" Roland said in the dark.

“A blue transparent crystal, like water, is clear,” the night owl replied. “The total amount of magic is comparable to that of wheat.”

It seems that this evolution has nothing to do with epiphany, but it has completed the cohesion without knowing it. After she talked about the illusion of the iron axe and the echo, she was very surprised.

"You said... he seems to be back in the extreme south, in the sand sea?"

"It seems like the word is worth considering, because when he returns from the desert, there is still a grain of sand on his body," Roland said with a smile. "Although there is such a thing in the sand, he does not plan to open the snow, from the mud." Look for one to lie to me." He paused. "What did you see at the time?"

"Nothing..." The echo was a little embarrassed. "I closed my eyes and didn't pay attention to the changes around me."

"That's a good show for us now," Roland held his chin with interest. "Use the hometown song you created yourself."

"Oh... here?"

"Well, that's right," he affirmed. "There is still half an hour from dinner time, which will not affect other people."

"I also want to hear songs that make people immersive," the nightingale took a sigh of excitement.

"okay then."

The echo took a deep breath, and soon, the mixed sonata that did not belong to this era rang, and the sweet voice of the woman’s unique voice was surrounded by the study. At first she was still somewhat cautious, probably never singing indoors. However, as the tunes climaxed, she was fully involved in the music.

Roland seemed to hear the sound of the hot air blowing through the green forest. The temperature in the room seemed to have increased a few points. The nose also smelled from the roasting sand of the sun... When the aftermath slowly dissipated, Roland recollected the song for a long time. The music is coming back. Undoubtedly, this is a lyrical song full of exotic customs. For him, he couldn’t pick up anything wrong with him. However, he didn’t see the desert, he was still sitting in the study room, flowing. The oasis of the brook water is missing.

He looked at the nightingale, who shook his head at him, apparently she did not see those strange illusions.

Is this ability not effective?

"Have you only written this song?" Roland asked.

"Well," the echo nodded.

"Then I will sing a few more songs that I teach you," he thought and decided. "Let everyone come and listen."

In a short while, the study was full of witches, and even the three sleeping islands came over, even though they still had a stack of unfinished cards in their hands. The echo was slightly nervous, but with Wendy's encouragement, she slowly recovered her calmness and sang all the songs including the Guerrilla Song.

All of these songs received the warm applause of the witches without exception.

After asking about the feelings of the people, Roland also had a rough judgment in his heart.

That is, the degree of influence by the song depends on the subjective experience of the listener. The person who has the same experience as the song atmosphere has a greater influence. The judgment is based on the modern songs that he teaches. Everyone reflects the guerrilla songs most. Well, I want to think about it, just because the witches have seen the scene of the first army marching with the drums, and they can understand the meaning of the tunes.

The sand people like the iron axe can naturally resonate with the music full of extreme southern customs.

However, the deepest impact of this kind of effect can be achieved. Roland is unable to pass the test for a while. If the sensation is fully invested, will everything in the illusion become real and real?

But no matter what, the new ability of echo still makes him full of expectations, such as inspiring the soldiers, appease the masses, and cooperating with future drama performances... The people who can drive the audience's emotions are immeasurable.

......

The next afternoon, Roland summoned Vader from Bentham Town in the study.

"The temple, His Royal Highness... I, I am coming..." His teeth trembled, apparently not recovering from the high-speed flight.

Now I want to travel quickly between the two places. The only way to get there is to use Mai Hao Express. Of course, even if it is wrapped in a thick blanket, flying under the giant claws at a speed of 60 kilometers per hour is still not a flight. A comfortable experience.

"Good job," Roland patted the fat pigeon on his shoulder.

"Hey!" The latter raised his head triumphantly.

"Call you over, I want you to help the aristocrats of the Elk family train a team," he looked at Vader. "The situation here is different from that of Bianbu Town. There are mice, refugees, and extremely wicked criminals. There are several similarities with Jin Suicheng."

Vader bakes for a while by the fireplace and finally stops shaking. "You mean... let me form a patrol?"

"No, it's the police." Roland will tell the plan carefully. "The first half will be led by the First Army, but the security of the fortress will still have to be handed over to the police. As the police, the most important thing is to be a people. The concept of the protector."

"To treat the people like a spring breeze, treat the criminals as ruthless as the thunder." Vader can't help but repeat.

“Yes,” the prince smiled. “I hope you can teach them well.” (To be continued. Your support is my greatest motivation.) 16-12-0504:13:02