Chapter 330 (1/1)
Path, weeds, setting sun; knight, retinue, old style. The Elvish tune that Barkham hummed out of his mouth sounded so melodious, like the wind blowing through the branches and leaves among the trees, and like the spring gently washing the pebbles at the bottom of the river. Lyon and his entourage rode one after the other on their horses, moving towards the direction of the city of molten iron. The knight's silver armor was smoked by the fire before, and the paint on the surface was removed, showing an ugly black appearance. However, the blood lion did not seem to care about his armor at this time.
”You know what? You can make the best bards in the kingdom out of food Perhaps inspired by his companion's song, Lyon turned to the spirit and said, ”I didn't know you could sing.”
Barkm smiles, stops humming, and replies in human language, which still carries these quirky tones, ”elves are born artists, and we can create the best songs in the world without professional training. According to the old man, this is because the God who created us hummed unconsciously because of happiness when he created the spirit. ” The old man in bakm's mouth is the old elf who entrusted him to Lyon. As the price of advising the elves to send troops to help the Cang Lion Kingdom, the blood lion was forced to accept the young spirit as his retinue.
”The most beautiful song? I don't know. ” As a soldier, buckram is still immature, not because his skills are too poor. In fact, in Lyon's view, he has nothing to train in terms of the ability of the spirit and the skills alone. The two long and short swords are like the extension of his body in his hands. What really limits buckram's achievements is that compared with his skills, this spirit is too impatient, which makes him prone to extremes in fighting and handling affairs. The best proof is that he was blinded by the rat man. Therefore, the blood lion intends to correct the bad habits of his retinue a little by singing.
Sure enough, hearing Lyon disagreed with himself, the elf immediately clapped his horse to catch up with him. His position was equal to that of his knight. He wanted to have a good theory. ”You yourself said that I can sing better than the best bards in your kingdom, and I have never experienced any singing training. Isn't that enough to prove that the elves are the best singers in the world?”
”Pooh ha ha ha!” Who would have thought that the knight laughed on the horse's back when he heard Barkham's question. He laughed for a long time before he stopped, and that was enough to make the expression on the ELF's face from puzzled to angry. ”Well, well, I shouldn't have laughed at you like that.” Lyon shook his head and apologized to his retinue, ”I say you sing better than the minstrels, that's true. But if it can be called the best song in the world, the word ”most” is not worth much. ”
”Well, I think you just don't want to admit it, but who else sings better than elves?”
”I'll talk about it. You can listen to it. After all, it's just my family's words. It's not worth doing.” The blood lion sat upright and cleared his throat. ”The reason why I say your song is good is because we are walking here now. Your singing is the most natural and beautiful voice I have ever heard. However, there is not only wilderness in the world. When in the cave, there is no lower voice than the chorus of the dwarfs to boost people's morale; on the sea, no song can compare with the minor tune of sailors with dirty words and slogans; and in those gorgeous opera houses, the most suitable performance is the poem praising love and happiness, even if people know that as long as they go out of the theater All these voices become false lies, but they just love to hear them
”A song, after all, is something that people sing, so it has to conform to people's mind. You can't force an impatient person to listen to a adagio, nor can you force a quiet person to like a hasty narrative poem in a pub. It's not just singing, it's the same with us. ” Said Lyon, stretching out his hand and pulling out his silver knife from buckram's belt.
”Good knife!” When the knight held the weapon for the first time, he couldn't stop exclamation. The sword felt like a perfect balance point. Only such a weapon could perfectly interpret the user's intention. However, Lyon laughed again, ”but it's not good enough.”
”You talk like that old man now.” The spirit looked at the blood lion with his remaining eyes, hoping that the other side would give him a clear answer.
”Well, perhaps that's why Mr. Green stick entrusted you to me. Listen, boy, weapons to soldiers are like singing to poets. There is no such thing as good or bad. We are soldiers. Our duty is to fight and defeat the enemy! Whether it's such a knife in your hand, ”said Lyon, with one hand and a sprite's knife, played a few gorgeous flowers on the horse's back, and then returned the exquisite weapon to its owner's scabbard with his backhand. Then he took out the hunting knife behind him with the other hand.
”Still such a broken knife. None of us has changed in nature. To fight and then to win is our pursuit and mission. The more you value a weapon and love it like a family member, the more reluctant you are to fight with it. You will be afraid that it will be stained with blood and destroy the perfect balance. ” The knight was on the horse, holding a hunting knife full of gaps in his hands, and looked at his retinue seriously. ”Barkham, I can tell you now that you are a real warrior when you can drop two knives off your waist one day.”The genie was completely stunned. He did not understand why Lyon suddenly mentioned these words, let alone the knight's long words. But that didn't stop him from trying to think about Lyon's right and wrong. He took out his two knives, folded them in his hand, and watched the sun shine on the silver blade like water.
As for the blood lion, he watched his retinue fall into some kind of confusion, but the corners of his mouth raised a smile. Because every word he said today was told by an elf who was with him for a short time when he was participating in a very cruel war. The Knight Commander still remembers how that fellow with long ears fought in the chaotic battlefield with bare hands, vigorous body method and adaptability. Today, he sent these words to another elf, which may be the fate of the arrangement.
Looking up at the setting sun, Lyon saw a small black spot on the horizon, and his pupils contracted violently, for the knight knew that the black spot was the capital of hammerhead, the melting iron city. The wind, blowing against the two people on the path, brought the burning smell and rotten smell. The romantic atmosphere just now dissipated with the evil wind. Even buckram woke up from his meditation and held the knife in his hand.
The blood lion took a deep breath. He was familiar with the smell. It was the smell of death, the smell of war. ”Put away the knives. We have to speed up before we use them. Otherwise, I'm afraid we won't be able to catch the party in molten iron city.” Said the knight, tightening his mount under his crotch, leaning forward to speed up the horse.
Path, grass, sunset; soldier, youth, smoke. The melting iron city on the horizon is gradually expanding in their eyes, followed by a layer of black things like thorns on the road ahead, which is the army of rat people gathering.