(PS: Turn on the music player and listen to "Overture to the Dead" to eat, the effect is better.) ）

"Wow, wow, wow, ......"

In the desolate and dead silence of the frozen desert, suddenly the sound of a piano sounded.

I saw a piano with a classical charm appear in the flat ground at some point, and the young man sat in front of the piano, his fingers rose and fell, and he played.

Everyone was dumbfounded, and the boy said, "I can only order a song for you", they thought it was a joke, who would have thought that he really "ordered a song" and played it himself.

The boy plays very well, and anyone who knows a little about the piano can feel that the boy's piano attainments are unfathomable.

He played a piano piece that no one had ever heard, the prelude was gentle and soothing, but there was a vague sense of grandeur and pathos.

If it were a normal time, everyone would have applauded and quietly listened to this destructive piano piece with the prelude, and praised the young man as a piano master.

But now they only have one MMP in their hearts, and they can't wait to shout it out loud.

Brother, we're all freezing to death!

What do you mean by playing the piano?

Still playing such a pathetic piano music, is it to see us off?

"Wow!"

Suddenly, the soothing prelude changes abruptly, an accent and a rapid variation, and the style of the piano music suddenly changes!

Pathos suddenly turned into tragedy!

It was as if the slaves who had been suppressed suddenly sounded the horn of resistance!

Qiao Qingwei, who was about to ask out loud, suddenly changed her expression, and when this change sounded, she seemed to see one skeleton soldier after another crawling out of the frozen desert.

It wasn't just her who hallucinated, but the people who were frozen in ice were even more present, and they vaguely saw the skeletal soldiers raising their arms and shouting, forming a mighty army of the undead to attack the city in front.

Above the city, a frost dragon snarled, roaring with its mouth open and spewing frost dragon breath to freeze the skeleton soldiers at the front into ice sculptures.

But the skeleton soldiers in the rear did not stop, they overtook their companions and rushed towards the city.

"Night, pervasive"

"Blood-stained, desert"

"The dusk moonlight doesn't shine"

"Lingering Death"

The boy suddenly opened his mouth and began to sing, his deep voice, like a heavy hammer, hammering into everyone's hearts.

Suddenly, the sky darkened.

The gloom obscured the sky and covered the sun.

Darkness gradually covered the land.

"Forgotten, forgotten"

"What's left, in the heart"

"A Dry Heart"

The pupils of the people shrank slightly, and they saw,

The boy turned into a skeleton.

The white finger bones play a sad music,

The deep voice sings the sorrow of the soul,

Suddenly they forgot,

forgetting the situation in which they find themselves,

forgot,

This skeleton was once a teenager.

"The sky is bright"

"Awake, by the Grave"

"The Wall of Death Knell"

"Left, mottled, sore and wounded"

The "skeleton" sitting in front of the piano was playing and singing, and everyone suddenly saw that the "skeleton" had a hole in its skull, and several ribs on its chest were broken.

It looked, scarred.

A picture flashed through their minds.

The night fades away, the sky dawns,

In the ground next to the tomb, a miserable white skeletal arm stretched out, stumbling on the ground, and the skeletal arm dug into the dirt and slowly came out.

The skull poked out of the ground, a mutilated hole in the skull.

The "skeleton" that is playing and singing,

It looked around in confusion and staggered forward,

It saw a wall,

The walls are covered with mottled marks, and in the hidden place, a vague name is engraved,

That's its name.

"Look back, look back"

"The Battlefield of Fire and Blood"

"The Glory of the Past"

Looking at the names on the mottled wall, "Skeleton" finally remembered,

It's not a nobody,

It was a general, it was a warrior,

It fought bloodily,

It was clothed in glory.

The "skeleton" playing the piano suddenly raised its head and sang, it looked up at the sky, but it had no eyes,

There are only two holes, the deep, the bottomless,

Darkness is buried.

"Shells, only the shells remained, the shells of the slaughtered"

"Empty eye sockets, no blood, no tears, no light"

It sings sadly,

Pointing to his own skeleton, angry, unwilling, and sad.

"Far away, look into the distance"

"The Undercity, the Splendour"

"Rotten splendor"

At this moment, it looked into the distance,

There's a decaying city in the distance,

It was, its homeland.

The homeland it defended with its life.

Now it's a ruin full of desolation,

A frost dragon prostrates on the walls,

Usurped its homeland.

"Water, can't be washed off, old wounds on the phalanges"

"Broken armor, can't hide it, the old faith of the warrior"

"Hold the gun!"

"Hold the gun again!"

"Back to the front!"

Put on the "skeleton" of broken armor again,

Hold the spear,

It's going back to its homeland,

"The Trumpet Blows Again in the Distance"

"When will I return home?"

"How do you go back to your hometown?"

"What was you and what you are now"

"Whose bride is it?"

"For Whom Do We Make Clothes?"

The trumpet of war sounded again,

One by one, the skeleton soldiers crawled out of the sleeping earth again,

They wear worn armor and carry old guns that are broken,

Running in the same direction,

They're going home!

The "skeleton" that played the piano rushed to the front,

It was a general during his lifetime,

After death, he is also a general!

"Fire, beating despair"

"Who's Whispering"

"Say, the sorrow of the forgotten"

"Proving Hope with Battle"

"Ah~~~"

The flames of war that have been ignited,

It's the despair called "death",

The Skeleton General sings of the sorrow of the Forsaken,

It and they all know,

Can't go back,

There's no going back,

The glory of the past,

Once home,

The bride who was once willing to marry him.

but

They want to fight,

For there is only fighting,

in order to ignite the last hope.

"Roar!"

The frost dragon on the ruined walls roared angrily,

Against the army of the undead who invaded its territory,

Spewed out a breath of frost dragon breath again,

Countless skeleton soldiers were frozen into ice sculptures,

The skeleton general who rushed to the forefront,

Frozen in place,

In those hollow and deep eyes,

suddenly

Tears flowed hotly.

The picture came to an abrupt end,

In the desert, the people who were frozen in ice burst into tears,

Even the dragon's frost couldn't freeze their hot tears.

Because at last they remembered,

Sitting in front of the piano was a teenager.

They are,

The frozen skeleton.

The last key fell, and the boy suddenly turned to look at them and grinned.

"Do you want to go back to your hometown?"

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(PS: I was carvin yesterday, and I struggled for a long time and didn't know how to express this plot, so I finally chose this way to write it.) This chapter is written like this, and it is estimated that some people say that there is water, but there is no way, and now the starting point has formed the reader's concept of "there are lyrics, and there are transcribed sentences is water". In this regard, I can only say that this chapter is much more difficult to write than other chapters, although it does use a lot of lyrics, but that is because using lyrics can add a lot of artistic conception, at least I wrote it very carefully. I think the concept of "water" should be that the author didn't pay attention, just made up the number of words, and scribbled through, but I'm not anyway. ）