The songs of this world show a scene of a hundred flowers blooming and a hundred schools of thought contending, the priests love the majestic chorus, the nobles love the songs adapted from the sonnets with neat form and beautiful sound, the commoners are happy to play a catchy ditty, the heroic stories of the bards in the taverns are filled with more water than the wine, and the songs of the other world brought by the travelers are loved by the young people.

The people in the audience have a lot of expectations in their hearts, and they don't know what kind of program the female soldiers of the demon clan will bring to everyone.

The first to take the stage was Charles, who was dressed in the traditional men's clothes of the demons, holding a large roll of parchment in his left hand and a microphone in his right hand, and walked to the center of the stage with a serious face.

I don't know which traverser brought the magic microphone, but it's pretty easy to use.

"Smack!"

In his left hand he held a long piece of parchment, the other end of which hung down to the ground.

"Welcome to ......"

Charles read a few words into the parchment, and many viewers despaired at the more than a meter long speech.

Everyone came to see the performance, not to listen to him recite the scriptures.

He immediately continued: "I'll skip the scene in the middle where it's not nutritious......

Then he pulled up the parchment and took it to the end, loudly announcing, "The show starts now!"

He was so funny that the audience laughed.

The host consciously stepped down from the stage, and a girl wearing several layers of white gauze dresses and black gold silk vests, and a row of white feather caps on her head walked to the stage with a musical instrument.

The speaker in her hand was scoop-shaped, with a slender stem and three strings made of sheep's intestines.

As the jade fingers plucked, the strings emitted a crisp musical sound.

In the girl's distant singing, an ancient story was tactfully told.

A long, long time ago, a giant bear broke into the village.

Chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep were eaten, and the elderly and children were killed.

The knight went on a crusade and ended up in the water.

The prince knelt before the king and begged himself to go to war.

The king loved the prince and flatly rejected him.

When the moon was high, the prince went alone.

The sword pierced the heart of the giant bear, and the bear's paw struck its body.

The beast died on the spot, and the hero died with a smile.

The hill pine trees are tall and tall, like a hero's waist.

The villagers cut wood for the harp, and the sound was like a burst of pine waves.

The Panasonic hero roared, and the evil bear on the ground wailed.

The spirit of the hero lives forever, and the songs of all the people are sung. ”

......

The girl on the stage sang it in both the demon language and the lingua franca, and many listeners listened to it freshly.

But the old professors of the Conservatory listened with a light in their eyes, and this musical instrument and ballad that was popular 2,000 years ago is only occasionally mentioned in ancient books, and is considered to be the ancestor of the heroic poetry sung by modern bards. At the same time, the ballad made people think for a long time that only instruments made of pine wood were worthy of heroic songs.

The old pedants over there ignited their hearts for archaeology, and here and there, the girl who was performing the next show came over and whispered a few words in Charles's ear.

Charles's eyes lit up again, then he smiled and nodded.

After the host of half a bucket of water stepped off the stage, a girl in a long flaming red dress walked up to the stage with two long sabers, and a small band with accordion-style instruments occupied a corner of the stage.

With the sound of enthusiastic and dynamic music, the two sabers in the girl's hand spun to the rhythm.

The music became more and more intense, and the two sabers turned into a snow-white light and shadow, and as the girl continued to spin and jump on the stage, the shadow of the knife continued to wave like a pair of wings of a fire butterfly.

Immediately afterwards, more and more "butterflies" came to the stage, and colorful butterflies flew together on the stage, sometimes chasing each other, sometimes dividing and merging.

No matter how close they were, the spinning and flying saber never collided once.

The layman looks at the excitement, the insider looks at the doorway, and the powerful audience can see that these girls are extremely strong masters.

However, there are more people watching the excitement, and the never-before-seen dance brings them a visual stimulation that they have never seen before.

At this time, Charles walked to the stage with two sabers in one hand and a microphone in the other.

Just when the audience was worried that the goods would also jump, he said, "Now let's invite an audience member to perform together, okay?!"

Many people in the audience were a little frightened, afraid that they would lose face if their skills were not good.

There is a specialization in the art industry, and this kind of agility-based martial arts is not something that can be learned by looking at it.

It's just that a dull hair in the audience suddenly turned into a lightning rod, and the carrier of the stupid hair saw Charles looking at him with a smile.

Charles stepped down, Artoria came up, good, good.

Artoria was familiar with the saber, and just when many viewers thought that she would not be able to keep up with the rhythm, the two long knives suddenly danced, and they were not inferior to those demon actors.

At this time, the first girl on the stage danced a whirling dance step and danced against her, but Artoria suddenly increased the speed of her hand, and the trajectory of the saber became a little strange and erratic, and the girl almost did not follow.

But the girl was clearly not an idle person, and she quickened her hand, and at the same time walked with her steps, circling around Artoria, and the band next to her also quickened the tempo of the dance music.

In the eyes of the audience, Artoria learned each other's saber dance in a very short time, and then danced with them with satisfaction.

Today, Artoria in a blue dress is like a blue butterfly, fluttering and circling with the red butterfly.

The young audience in the audience immediately applauded and cheered, and Mordred was the one who cheered the most.

The host standing on the side of the stage regretted a little, he knew that she could also dance, so he asked her to dance to herself when she didn't know she was a traverser.

Suddenly, Charles wiped his eyes, he seemed to see someone's mountain actually moving with the dance steps?

The dance music ended, and Artoria also ended the stage interaction with a sudden hand slip and two sabers flying straight to the host.

The second show heated up the atmosphere of the scene, and most of the audience's emotions were mobilized.

The host, who almost got a few holes in a sabre, announced the start of the third program.

"Cranberry blossoms bloom by the river in the field"

"There is a boy who really makes my love"

......

The mezzo-soprano four-part chorus fully expresses the girl's longing for her sweetheart in the song, and many female audiences are fascinated by it.

The next dance is "Beautiful Garden Flowers in Spring", to the accompaniment of the accordion, the girls in colorful dresses dance a cheerful and smooth ballet, showing the girls playing in the garden in the spring.

At this time, Ru looked at Artoria, who had just returned to her seat, and exchanged it for a "try it and die" gaze.

Charles admires the girls who performed today, with their love of music and dance, they rehearsed these shows to a professional level in a short period of time.

The first four programs show the history, passion, love and youth of the demons vividly, making the audience realize that the demons are not the villainous villains in the book, but have feelings and love life like themselves.

It's just that by the time it came to the fifth show, the atmosphere changed abruptly.

The Marine Corps' makeshift choir took the stage en masse, and everyone stood on the makeshift stand in navy blue military uniforms, and the band took their places.

"Our song flies in all directions!

The red flag flutters over the world,

Struggle, revenge, earth-shattering,

Sowing the seeds of the future,

This red flag shines brightly,

It's our blood that burns,

Burn on our red flag!"

......

The rousing singing made the audience smart, and when they saw the double-headed eagle flag fluttering at the top of the curtain, they remembered that there was an army on the stage that had proven itself with an unknown number of charges against the enemy and the final victory.

"You have suffered from slavery

Honorably sacrificed his life

Fight for the cause of the people

You have thrown away your head, you have cast it away"

......

The low singing voice made the hearts of many people sink down, and this is an elegy dedicated to comrades.

Many soldiers from all over the mainland who had not received tickets but were listening to the excitement outside fell silent, and the song crossed the walls of the barracks and entered their hearts.

"Our hearts have nothing but grief and indignation"

When the second singing came from the barracks, many people sang along in low voices.

"We will fight the enemy"

Quite a few people wiped tears from their faces.

"And avenge you, without mercy"

"We swear at your grave, swear"

Some put their weapons on the ground, knelt down on one knee to it, and silently recited an oath in their hearts.

At the end of the song, there was silence in the venue.

Arnold, who had come to see the show, took a cigar out of his pocket with a slightly trembling hand, lit it and took a big gulp.

The elven paladins who came with Queen Victoria had solemn faces, and they remembered their comrades who had died on the southern front.

Bismeow, in the form of a Kalashnikov, was sitting in the first row with the popes, and there was no expression on his face, but no one could guess what was in his mind.

From this day on, at almost every soldier's funeral, the comrades-in-arms sang "Glorious Sacrifice" to shovel the last shovel of soil, wipe away their tears and turn around and go to the new battlefield.

Suddenly, the heavy silence was broken by the passionate music and the majestic singing, and the sorrow of the crowd was swept away.

"Arise, great people

Fight to the death

Destroy the evil forces of the necromantic realm

Destroy all the evil bandits!

Let the noble be angry

Like a wave rolling

Conduct a people's war

Holy War!

The people of the world are vigorous

Fight back at the executioner

Fight back against tyrannical marauders

With man-eating beasts!

Corrupt necromantic demons

Watch your head

For the scum of the world

Get the coffin ready!"

......

At this time, many people did not know that in the years that followed, countless warriors sang their own slightly modified "Holy War", took up their weapons and stepped onto the battlefield without hesitation, and launched a fearless charge towards the enemy.