The Trial Game of Life

"Boom."

The little harp was the first to strike a tune.

The little girl with the shofars rang the rattle.

She shook her head to the music, and the half-aged teenagers around her smiled at each other and played tambourines. The drumbeat of "dongdong,dongdong" and the sound of the drunkard sitting in the corner playing the acoustic guitar together opened the prologue of the music.

Ethereal, distant, cheerful, light, this is Jin Cheng, or strictly speaking, the Sicilian continent in Lancelot's mind.The grass is lush here, and the folk customs are simple and honest. Even the hidden moon country surrounded by yellow sand is like a desert flower that grows tenaciously. The more it blooms, the more beautiful it becomes.

"Are you asking where I come from?

Traveler in a foreign land.

if you stop for me,

Then please listen to my story.

Let me offer you a glass of wine,

Tell you,

Tell you,

There is a river made of honey,

There is a sea of ​​windmills there,

It is the hometown of my dreams.

Are you asking where I come from?

Traveler in a foreign land.

If you push the weeds,

Then please wipe my tombstone.

let me tell you a story,

Tell you,

Tell you,

Why are the stars so bright,

Why does the earth bloom with flowers,

Why can't I go back to my hometown.

......"

In the cheerful aftertaste, the sound of the violin joins.With Jin Cheng changing his voice and gradually deepening his singing, the music was transferred to the second movement with a trace of continuous sadness.

The thick and melodious orchestral instruments began to play, but the sound floated high above the head, seeming distant and open.Everyone's hearts were still jumping in the cheerful atmosphere, and they couldn't help but follow the voice that hit people's hearts directly.

Jin Cheng went to the palace and borrowed court musicians with his eloquent tongue, but he didn't directly show this pomp.It looked too grand, too solemn.

He has always felt that the bard's concerts are more free and closer to the public.So he placed the court musicians in the attics of the various houses around the square, exactly around the spring square.Then ask the Ivy League to draw a sound amplification circle for each of them. On the day of the performance, just open the window and the music will flow out naturally.

That was the sound of floating down from the top of the head and hitting the Tianling Gai directly.The huge sound field strangled the mind of every listener and locked them firmly in the singing.

A week's time actually didn't allow them to conduct elaborate rehearsals, but fortunately this is a magical world, and Jin Cheng happened to be minoring in sonic abilities.

He can work a little magic on his voice.

The second movement was played, and his sorrow was like a faint cloud, but his voice was like an arrow piercing through the cloud, full of vigor and determination to move forward.

Just like in the magical secret realm at this moment, everyone who rushed to Louis XIV fearlessly.

"Louis! Go to hell!!!" The great knight wielding an epee burned all his energy and rushed towards Louis XIV.Every step he takes, he can step out of cracks in the ground, roaring, roaring, stepping out with one step, holding the sword in both hands, spinning, and the sword comes out——

"Clang!" The voice was deafening.

From the metal armguard wrapped around Louis XIV's right arm, a dark golden shield popped out to block the sword.The strength overflowed from the point where the sword and shield collided, like a shock wave, blowing away all the surrounding people.

The stone slab under their feet collapsed almost at the same time, and blood overflowed from the corners of their mouths, and they couldn't stand in a stalemate.

Seeing this, the leader of the rebel army, the great magician, quickly waved away the assistant who was healing him, picked up the staff again, and blurted out a complex and mysterious incantation.

Assault spell.

As the name suggests, it is an attack magic without any tricks.The faint blue magic light was stimulated from the top of the staff and shot towards Louis XIV.

But Louis XIV snorted coldly, and with a twist of his wrist, he shook the big knight away.

After all, the great knight was injured, and his strength was not as good as that of Louis XIV. His sword that burned himself failed to hold back the opponent after all.And at this moment, Tang Cuo killed him.

[Fire Thorn], high-level magic.

Three flames like thorns and vines aroused from Tang Cuo's sword, and the sword in his hand became a whip of fire, where the sword pointed, the whip went.The fire whip was seven or eight meters long, high temperature, and inextinguishable. It forcibly blocked Louis XIV's retreat, forced him back, and suffered the strong attack spell.

Louis XIV snorted and finally spat out a mouthful of blood.He raised his hand to cover his heart, but he didn't look at the great magician who hurt him. His sharp eyes were fixed on Tang Cuo, as if to tear him apart.

His footsteps moved slightly, and in the next second, a sword pierced through the ground where Tang Cuo was standing just now.

Fortunately, Tang Cuo was prepared and dodged in time, which allowed him to strike the air with his sword.Louis XIV suddenly turned around, re-locked Tang Cuo's position in the blink of an eye, and caught up again.

The figures of the two were one behind the other, so fast that it was hard to catch.

After several transfers, Tang Cuo suddenly stopped and blocked Louis XIV's sword with the shield of holy light.The two faced each other at close range, separated by a transparent shield, Tang Cuo looked straight into his eyes——

【Soul Shock】

Louis XIV was caught off guard and subconsciously closed his eyes.

Tang Cuo took advantage of this moment to use [Misfortune Rubik's Cube] and [Earth Dungeon] one after another. When the light of Rubik's Cube flashed, he had already disappeared in front of Louis XIV, so fast that Louis XIV didn't even see his whereabouts clearly.Although this is a role-playing copy, he is not allowed to use skills and props that violate the plot setting, but cards and Rubik's Cube are things that can be hidden, as long as they are used properly, they can play their due role.

Perhaps it was because the gods disliked Louis XIV, and he was unlucky enough to trigger the bad luck penalty of "half health".

Feeling the sudden loss of vitality in his body, Louis XIV looked at the empty body in front of him again, his eyes darkened slightly, but his lips curved slightly.

He looked around, but couldn't find Tang Cuo, but the next second, he suddenly stabbed the ground with his sword.

The golden light surged from the tip of the sword, forcing Tang Cuo to appear.

Tang Cuo was also having a hard time, panting heavily, his face pale.

The effect of [Soul Shock] depends on the difference in strength between the two parties.His strength was originally weaker than that of Louis XIV. After several fights, the strength of the opponent's soul was also staggering, so the attack just now hurt the enemy one thousand and self-damaged eight hundred.

Louis XIV was too strong.

But because of this, Tang Cuo couldn't stop, he wanted to take advantage of Rubik's Cube and not give him any chance to breathe.The so-called vigorous efforts, then decline, and three exhaustion, he can't leave any room for himself.

to move forward.

Keep going.

until victory.

The fire in the distance is like the background board of the Great War, illuminating the rose pattern on the neck of Louis XIV with a faint golden luster, coquettish and magnificent.

The smile on the corner of his mouth looked a little cruel, looking at Tang Cuo, like a demon who couldn't be defeated.

Tang Cuo was used to dealing with monsters, because for him or many of his comrades in arms, the instructor Jin Cheng was that monster.

"Dang——" The two clashed again, and as they tossed and moved quickly, the sound of metal clashing could be heard endlessly.Tang Cuo knew why Louis XIV kept staring at him, because of the sword of judgment.

Because of Ai Miye.

So when he was making a move, Jin Cheng would suddenly get on his upper body, showing a trace of sarcasm, and said, "What do you think Ai Miye is doing now? If he wants you to die, will you die?"

"Go away!" Louis XIV was really furious.

Tang Cuo's arm was cut by his sword, and he fell back in embarrassment.But he didn't fall to the ground, his uninjured hand was propped on the ground, and a somersault appeared neatly behind Louis XIV.

【Phantom Sword】

Louis XIV was distracted by Tang Cuo's ridicule, even if it was only for a short moment, he turned around to face the phantom sword, but still suffered a disadvantage.

At the same time, Jin Cheng's movement finally reached its climax.

The bursting drums merged into the ocean of music. It was not the tambourines of the teenagers, but the snare drums.The ubiquitous sound of drums, like thunder, like torrential rain, stepping on a passionate rhythm, one by one, pushed everyone onto the uncontrollable waves.

It was as if their breathing was controlled by the music. It was a pair of magical hands that gently brushed past their eyes, as if they had moved from the spring square surrounded by flowers to the battlefield where the roar of killing was loud.

They subconsciously clenched their fists and held their breath. The next second, the sound of the violin group rushed in like the neighing of a raging horse.The fighting spirit that rose up at that moment, and the deep and heavy sadness when it suddenly fell back, made everyone goosebumps instantly.

Someone opened their eyes wide, opened their mouth slightly, and was about to blurt out words of exclamation, but was stopped by the ups and downs of singing.

That was not Jin Cheng's voice, and it didn't even belong to a person.

Some of them are hoarse and rough like gravel; some are low, melodious and sad; One sentence.

Repeatedly, one sentence after another, keep advancing and moving forward, like soldiers on the battlefield, singing the last voice of life.

This is really a simple melody, so simple that anyone can sing along after hearing two or three lines.

Jin Cheng admired Lancelot from the bottom of his heart as a genius, the most popular bard in Sicily, he could capture people's hearts with music.

Those who stood and sang in the crowd were other bards who had received invitations, as well as adventurers and bounty hunters who had heard heroic stories in the tavern.

After a few sentences, the singing began to spread out round after round.From the little gardener with tears in his eyes, to the accompanying knights of nobles and lords guarding outside the carriage, they couldn't help but blend into the sea of ​​singing.

They sincerely prayed for victory in the war.

If the singing can break through the barrier and reach the soldiers' ears, they will definitely go all out.

"Hold on! It's almost there!"

The scouts holding the rebel flag stood on the high bell tower, shouting loudly.The magic crossbow was about to disintegrate at the last moment. A rebel gritted his teeth and fired the last arrow, then fell to the ground without strength, not even having the strength to confirm whether its landing point was correct.

He looked at the beautiful pattern painted on the top of the clock tower, and tried to reach out his hand to touch something, but his eyes gradually lost sight, and he made a "ho, ho" sound until he became silent.

"What's wrong with you?!" The scout hurried back and shook his companion's body vigorously, but got no response.At this time, there was another loud noise outside, and after a while of shaking, he ran back to the railing.

The ground collapsed, and there was another huge pit, like a scar on the earth, which was shocking.

The big knight stood in the middle of the huge pit, leaning on his sword, his body swayed slightly, but his back was straight.

In the next second, he fell down straight.

"Bang!" Smoke and dust rose everywhere.

When the dust fell, there were howls.

There is a sword, but it is still swinging straight and non-stop towards the enemy.

Everyone's hearts could not help being attracted by the sword, as if it was their last hope.That is Nightingale, titled Nightingale, the last female knight of the dark age.

Of course, it's Tang Cuo now.

Under the cold moonlight, [Moonlight Tide] exerted its maximum effect, like a torrent drowning Louis XIV.But it was a rose, an immortal rose. When everyone raised their hearts and prayed for a miracle to happen, Tang Cuo didn't.

He doesn't pray for miracles, he only believes in himself.

Sure enough, before the tide dissipated, the dark gold's light broke through the restraint and turned towards Tang Cuo.It was a move that was almost impossible to avoid, sharp, powerful, and as fast as lightning.

Tang Cuo's pupils shrank suddenly, and in a flash, he held the badge of the Ivy League and triggered [teleportation].

His figure suddenly appeared [-] meters above the sky, like a speck of cinnabar on the moon, holding up the sword of judgment with both hands, seamlessly connecting the skill - [Star Drop].

"Bang!" With a lore sword, Tang Cuo pressed Louis XIV, forcefully smashing him into the ground.

But Louis XIV still caught the sword, and the two sides wrestled, the wrists holding the sword were trembling.Tang Cuo bit the tip of his tongue, forced it down, and cut Louis XIV's sword into his shoulder.

The shoulder armor cracked and blood flowed.

Louis XIV was at the end of his strength, but under the desperate situation, this incomparable king still burst out with astonishing abilities, and pushed Tang Cuo back little by little.

The two sides finally separated again.

Gasping for breath, Louis XIV wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and said, "Do you think you can kill me like this?" After speaking, he pressed down on the tip of his sword, and his empty left hand condensed the brilliance of magic.

Everyone's heart sank when they saw it, and they all forgot that Louis XIV was still an astonishingly talented magician.

But it has come to this point, what else can it do?

so what?

"Fight to the death, don't retreat." The rebel leader got up from the ground for an unknown number of times, picked up his dusty magic wand, wobbled, and stared at Louis XIV with his determined eyes.

"No retreat." These were his last words.

The final battle broke out, and all those who could still stand took up arms and rushed towards Louis XIV with roars like moths to a flame.

Flaming roses bloomed from the feet of Louis XIV, and each vine grew like a snake on the ground, spreading out in an instant.

Roses and snakes.

The fire was like the wind, blowing his long hair flying, and the rose pattern on his neck became more and more red, almost bleeding.

The rebels who rushed at him were engulfed in flames as soon as they touched the rose vine.The blooming of each flower bud is like a bomb, instantly taking away a life.

Tang Cuo stared at it slightly. If he guessed correctly, this was the predecessor of the "Rose Bomb" magic of the Rose Sect.

But even if he could guess it, there was nothing he could do in the face of such overbearing magic.But at this moment, a figure passed him, and rushed out without hesitation.

Is the leader of the rebel army.

He was so embarrassed that he almost fell headfirst within the range of the flame rose.Holding the staff tightly with both hands, the tip of the staff was inserted into the ground, he gritted his teeth, endured the burning of the fire, and opened his mouth to recite the incantation——

Different times and places of death, same manner of death.

He will die with Louis XIV.

In the desperate culling, the blossoming roses exploded, and the tremor was greater than ever before, causing the bell tower not far away to overwhelm and began to collapse.

"boom--"

The bell tower fell and the magician died, but he created an opportunity for Tang Cuo.

"Feel sorry."

Tang Cuo rushed forward at full speed stepping on the road he opened up, and swung his sword at Louis XIV for the last time.In fact, he is already at the end of his strength, and his magic power is no longer enough to support any high-level magic, and his skills and props, except for those that cannot be used in this instance, have almost all entered cooldown.What's worse, his potions were all used up, and his health was only 15% left.

Was shocked back.

Rush again.

Both Tang Cuo and Louis XIV have reached the moment of close combat.

Louis XIV gritted his teeth and his face was pale, but he never believed that he would be defeated by a group of so-called rebels.He has his own pride and self-confidence, he is Louis XIV, he will never die here.

For the last blow, Louis XIV's magic came out again, but he couldn't support the magic just now, and the flame rose attached to his sword, stabbing Tang Cuo precisely.

Tang Cuo responded with only a small fireball.

Louis XIV was slightly stunned, but the battle against the clock could not allow him to stop and think, so he could only continue.

Tang Cuo was already seriously injured. After throwing the small fireball with all his strength, he only had time to dodge to the side, but he couldn't dodge Louis XIV's move.So did Louis XIV, but it was just a small fireball after all.

Just a little fireball.

As he thought so, the fireball suddenly exploded in front of him, and the powerful impact and scorching heat blasted his chest into a bloody mess.

Both sides fell to the ground at the same time.

The surviving people watched this scene dumbfounded, not knowing for a moment who won.It was more like nails were born under the feet, unable to move, and at a loss.

Fortunately, at this moment, Tang Cuo suddenly let out a violent cough and sat up from the ground.He immediately took out an amulet and stared at it for a second.

[School Beauty's Amulet] Fortune props, with a 25% chance of triggering "absolute defense", blocking all attacks.Duration 3 seconds, cooldown 1 hour.

Little fireball plus lucky 25%, he won.

But Tang Cuo didn't relax at all, he stood up staggeringly leaning on his sword, walked to Louis XIV's side, and saw that he was still panting.

So Tang Cuo raised his sword and stabbed down with it.

Louis XIV's eyes were wide open. This mighty king finally called his curtain call.The blood soaked the Judgment Sword, and the sword shimmered for a while, and then immediately returned to calm.

The belated cheers became the master of this land, and also connected two different time and space.

On the spring square, the music enters the final chapter.

The golden sunlight pierced through the thick clouds, the war ended, and the scarred heroes were buried here for a long time, but they still won in the end.The children who had stood beside Jin Cheng holding candles at the beginning began the final chanting.

"Are you asking where I come from?

Traveler in a foreign land.

if you cry for me,

Then please go to my hometown.

Let me offer you a song,

Tell you,

Tell you,

My hometown is in the distant Sicilite continent.

Where the grass is lush,

Where every inch of land flows gold,

......"

The clean, angelic voice healed the trauma, but it couldn't stop the tears.

The sentimental little girls were already hiding in the crowd crying, and even the adventurers who had been drinking all day long couldn't help but have wet eyes.And every drop of their tears turned into the power of faith of varying points, which was continuously fed back to Jin Cheng in the sound of "ding, ding, ding".

With tears in her eyes, it suddenly rained petals from the sky.

Everyone looked up at the fluttering petals, and the lights of the magic lamp illuminated them so beautifully and gorgeously, making hearts fall back into this world of fireworks, but they couldn't forget everything they just experienced.

"Lancelot!"

"Lancelot!"

"Lancelot!"

"..."

The cheers broke through the sky, Lancelot, the most popular bard in Sicily, will finally be recorded in the annals of history.

But soon people discovered that the bard had slipped away at some point.Everyone looked around for him, and even the noble lady blushed in the carriage, secretly determined to invite him back to the castle to attend the spring dinner.

At that time, if she must ask him to compose a new song for herself, then she must be the most watched girl in the audience.

And Jin Cheng, who was missed by everyone, was quietly passing through the crowd and came to a remote corner of the square.There, a young knight was leaning against a lamppost with a peaceful but slightly tired expression.

"Crack, clap." He clapped his hands, and said, who is always stingy with words, "The performance is great."

"Thank you for your support." Jin Cheng hugged him with a smile, and whispered to him, "Let me tell you quietly, my boyfriend is even better."

The author has something to say:

The music part is all made up, I don't have any music foundation.