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Chapter 089: The Miserable Troubadour

If you had to choose one of the most romantic and most pleasing professions for commoner girls or aristocratic women among all the professions in the continent, then it is estimated that 80% of people would not hesitate to choose troubadours.

Uninhibited, elegant and noble, dressed in rags and carrying a shabby harp, even if they perform unkempt and unkempt at aristocratic banquets or in front of royal palaces, they are the most romantic and artistic people in the eyes of most women.

From the poor plebeiers to the aristocratic kings, troubadours were all revered and loved. Heroic deeds and epic legends have been adapted into poems by troubadours, and they have been sung all over the continent with their footprints.

"The Nile Poems", the most famous poetry collection in the history of the Aran continent, is a collection of the works of hundreds of years of troubadours, and it is also one of the essential books in the aristocratic study, even if the elves and orcs who hate humans, this poetry collection is widely circulated.

Li Junshan didn't expect that the old man in front of him, who was full of wrinkles and weak, and his eyes looked a little obscene, was still a troubadour.

Isidora Cooney, the name of the old man, was, in his words, a long, long time ago at the royal palace of Auston and played an impromptu piece called "To You, My Roots", which captured the hearts of many noble women, and received love letters that almost covered the white stone avenue.

Li Junshan felt that there was a lot of moisture in his words.

Isidora is one hundred and three years old this year, which is nothing compared to other high-level people in the mainland, after all, with the improvement of rank cultivation, there are a lot of people who have lived for hundreds of years. But as far as the troubadour profession is concerned, he has lived long enough, because the troubadour has no other skills than a belly of sour words, a lark-like voice, and a good harp.

It's not that troubadours can't learn magic and vindictiveness, it's that they don't bother to waste their time in endless cultivation. In fact, they stubbornly believe that in addition to poetry and song, it is the body of a woman, even a commoner or a noblewoman, that can be worth wasting or dedicating themselves to.

Isidora's appearance in the extreme south desert was purely accidental, extremely strange and bizarre, Isidora's face was indignant and helpless when she said it, but Li Junshan was still skeptical.

Like other troubadours, Isidorah's ambition was to carry the harp on his back and sing with his beautiful voice throughout the continent of Syria. Seventy or eighty years ago, Isidora himself couldn't remember clearly, when he was about to travel to the Baolong Empire to perform, he was kidnapped by several ugly goblins while walking and singing on the edge of the Falling Moon Mountains.

Aside from the arrogant and narcissistic elves, whether humans or orcs, even the indigenous races scattered all over the continent of Syria, they all regard goblins as the most despicable and lowly race. They are abundant and can be found everywhere from the Bukhari Desert in the far north of the Arramic continent to the extreme south of the desert. Meanness and squalor are synonymous with stealing, robbing, and even when the cold winter season comes, they fill their stomachs with their companions when they can't find food.

Li Junshan had never seen goblins, only seen illustrations in books, indeed, the appearance of this creature was not happy, as if it was a combination of various organs of several magical beasts, ugly and weird.

The goblin in Isidora's mouth subverted Li Junshan's previous perception of goblins. After kidnapping Isidora, the goblins, along with several other humans, flew into the depths of the Falling Moon Mountains in a giant bird-like thing made of wood and monster skeletons and fur.

According to Isidora's words at the time, after the ugly goblin activated a formation similar to a magic tuchi inside the giant bird, more than a dozen magic crystals lit up, and the huge strange bird flew into the sky, and at that moment, he was stunned.

"Compared to the hot air balloons that human alchemists have studied, that giant bird monster is as fast as a thunderwing flying leopard. Isidora describes it.

"Airplanes, Warcraft crystal nuclei provide energy, goblin technology is so clever!" Hearing this, Li Junshan was shocked in his heart, although the goblin clan has a clever alchemy in the epic records of the mainland, this is too exaggerated! Moreover, in the epic records, there is no such thing as "airplanes" on the continent.

The Giant Bird contains a large number of human books and texts, from poetry to war history, from flower arrangements to cavalry summaries. In addition to the hapless Isidora, there are three humans. Two of them, in their own words, were the top alchemists in the continent, and Isidora didn't say anything, but she was skeptical in her heart. The other, like Isidora, is an artist, a painter who can look at the most complex terrain or objects at any time and draw them with precision.

Troubadours have a talent and a hobby in the direction of language, and Isidora, a simple goblin language, has also dabbled in it. During the months-long flight, from the conversations of the goblins, Isidorah learned that she and the other three would be sent to the Orc Empire as slaves.

Those goblins, who were out-and-out slave traders, were the first time they had captured slaves in the human realm, and Isidora could tell that this kind of bird-like thing was also the first time they had used it.

The other three people still figured it out, but Isidora was puzzled, she was a troubadour, to put it bluntly, she was a singer, and what was the use of goblins traveling all the way to send themselves to the orc empire? Could it be that she was wearing a green robe that had not been washed for many years, holding a tattered harp, and clenching her buttocks and anus to sing songs to those savage orcs! When did orcs also have artistic cells?

The goblins are smart, and the route they chose is the Falling Moon Mountains, without passing through the airspace of any of the empires. Even if someone sees it in the Falling Moon Mountain Range, it is estimated that it will also be regarded as a flying demonic beast.

I don't know how long it took to fly, but Isidore was a little curious when she first flew in the air, but after a long time, she was extremely disgusted with the feeling of emptiness. Not long after, a sudden storm satisfied Isidora's desire to keep her feet on the ground. The goblins obviously misestimated the rainstorm, perhaps because they had been flying for a long time, and they were in a hurry, and they did not find a hill to stop to avoid the wind and rain. By the time they found it, it was too late, and the storm tore the fur of the monster that covered the giant bird, and in their frightened eyes, a bolt of lightning that pierced the sky hit the giant bird in an instant. Before Isidora and the others could react, they followed the giant bird and fell headlong.

A towering giant tree saved the lives of Isidora and the other two alchemists, and the others either fell out and fell into a pulp, or were stabbed to death by branches, and the giant bird was also broken to pieces.

The three surviving people walked in fear in the Falling Moon Mountains for several days, one alchemist died of hunger and ate poisonous fruit, and the remaining Isidora and the other alchemist were stopped by several wind wolves within a few days.

In just one moment, the alchemist who wanted to escape was torn to pieces by the wind wolf, and Isidora, who was desperate, closed her eyes and waited for death, and at the critical moment, a group of indigenous wildlings who rushed out drove away the wind wolf and saved him.

At first, I thought that I would be grilled or boiled on the bonfire by this group of savages, but I didn't expect that after living in the savage tribe for several days, those savages did not do anything, but had a very friendly attitude towards him. After a few days of confusion, Isidora found out the truth and was so shocked that she almost wanted to kill herself.

The daughter of the tribal chief, the gorilla-like savage with breasts as large as two hills on her chest, fell in love with Isidora. After a long time of sharp head slashing on the bones of the monster, Isidora finally gave up the idea of dying headlong, and had to accept the marriage that he had no way to refuse.

For her marriage, the romantic and amorous Isidora has longed for it many times.

Who could be the beloved?an innocent commoner girl?A passionate aristocratic lady?A graceful and luxurious princess

On the wedding night, Isidora, who was pressed on the stone bed by the savage girl, was full of sorrow under the light of a shocking thunderbolt outside the window, and a crystal tear flowed from her mournful eyes.

Of course, the above scene was imagined by Li Junshan himself, looking at the savage woman next to him who had hugged Isidora before, carrying white hair like an orangutan in her gray hair, Li Junshan couldn't help but wipe a cold sweat.

As life continued day by day, Isidorah also learned the language of this "Xiali tribe", and after asking and thinking about it, he realized that the place he was staying in was the desert in the extreme south of the Aran continent.

To the north, there is the elven garden of the elven clan, for humans, they have always had no good feelings, even if they can walk through the elven garden safely, the danger of the Falling Moon Mountain Range Isidora has already seen.

To the south, there is an endless desert, which is very hot during the day and cold at night, and with Isidora's physique, even if there are no magical beasts, it will become fertilizer for thorny and withered grass in a few days.

With the endless Macedonian Seas to the east and the Orc Empire to the west, the unforgiving status quo shattered Isidora's desire to escape.

Maybe he can live better in the Orc Empire, after all, those goblins who caught Isidora were also going to sell it there, but the indigenous wildlings all over the desert made him dispel this idea.

Time passed, sixty or seventy years passed, during which the old chief died, and undoubtedly passed the chieftain position to his son-in-law Isidora. In many cases, a shrewd mind is more important than a strong body, Isidora has lived here for more than ten years, and the living standard of the Xiali tribe has made great progress, and his dozen or so brothers-in-law naturally have no objections.

Isidora's face was embarrassed, Li Junshan couldn't help but sympathize with the old man, his eyes swept over him, and he saw a strong savage standing behind Isidora, looking at him curiously.

It was clear that the wild man was related to Isidora, his hair was not as thick as that of other wild men, and his face was even more sparse, like a human with a beard.

Seeing the snot bubbles blowing in his nostrils, Li Junshan felt a chill, touched the space ring, took out a bottle of fruit wine and handed it to him, and asked Isidora, "Is he your son?"

Isidora greedily glanced at the space ring on Li Junshan's finger, and her eyes lit up even more when she saw the fruit wine.

"That's my grandson, whose name translates to the continental lingua franca is Storm Bear. Isidora slapped his grandson's outstretched hand, took Li Junshan's fruit wine, and hurriedly opened it, stretched out his tongue and licked it, looking comfortable.

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