The moonlight restaurant was crowded with people, and the camera of Kunlun TV was suddenly blocked by a figure, and the two staff members simply set up a human ladder, but fortunately, both of them were cultivated, and the people who stepped on the top of the people stood very steadily.

At this time, the camera suddenly had an unobstructed view of the entire restaurant, and there was a black head in the restaurant, only the central round platform was empty, and Lin Sen sat in front of the piano with his eyes closed, as if he was brewing emotions.

The strange thing is that there is no sound at all in the restaurant that is crammed into so many people, and if you don't look inside outside, you may think that there is no one inside.

Dangdangdang!

Finally, Lin Sen's hand was lifted, and his hands were raised and smashed.

The first beat is the bass-heavy four bes, played at the same time with both hands octave powerfully, this bang immediately caused the listener's mind to be absorbed, and from then on, until the end of the song, it can never leave.

At the same time as the music sounded, the bright moon in Lin Sen's mind shone brightly, and the billionaire light shot out, instantly filling the entire hall and guiding everyone's emotions.

When the listeners' minds were still vibrated by the heavy accent and had not yet had time to calm down, Lin Sen's ten fingers flew on the keys.

Three chromatic scales rolled upwards in parallel, like three flying dragons rising from the ground, rolling up the wind and whistling.

What appeared in front of everyone's eyes was such a picture of the flying dragons ascending to the sky, and they seemed to be really roaring, like living creatures.

Just as everyone's minds flew upwards with the flying dragon, the rolled up scale suddenly stopped, and then there were various dissonant sounds, alternating with different rhythms, setting off huge waves everywhere in the sea of emotions.

The three dragons in the picture begin to frolic and fight, tearing and striking each other, entangled. They swept from the sky to the sea, setting off huge waves.

The waves hit the shore, flooding the villages, flooding the cities, and the living beings wailed.

The dramatic tension intensified, and the people who listened felt that they could not breathe, and then the brave warriors appeared.

Lin Sen's right hand moved quickly, and he played an inspiring two-tone melody, which is the tone of a hero, and this is the clarion call for battle.

And his left hand is like a dancing elf, playing a series of solid and decisive rhythms, expressing the confidence of the warriors in victory.

On the surface of the sea, battle broke out, and groups of warriors surrounded the dragon, waving their weapons.

The battle became more and more intense, and Lin Sen's right hand raised the vocal range to add an octave, repeating the melody again, and the artistic conception of the music also went to a higher level. In the high court, it seems that the sound of swords, guns, swords and halberds can be heard.

However, the warriors seemed to be suppressed by the dragon, and they retreated, and the dragon called out the beasts of the sea to help them fight, and the tide seemed to press, forcing the warriors to the shore.

Melody enters a trough, and the beasts of the sea, led by dragons, rush ashore to take over the city and banish the humans.

Is it going to fail?

No, never!

The melody gradually ascends as the warriors fight to the death, leading to a short period of emotionally charged music, as if there is a feeling in the interval between battles.

In the picture, a young woman leaning against the door and waiting for her husband's return appears, her beautiful eyes full of sorrow. The old woman who was waiting for her son to come home appeared again, her cloudy eyes seemed to be filled with tears.

The mood of the people was low with the music, and they knew that their husbands and sons would not come back, and that they would always remain at the forefront of defending their homeland.

Lin Sen's fingers jumped rapidly, and his eyes glanced at Elton, who was stunned in the cracks, and then stopped caring about it.

The melody turns to passion again, and the feeling quickly turns into the passion of battle.

The sacrifices of the human warriors were not without effect, as they slowed the expansion of the dragon army, despite the precious lives they took.

Reinforcements arrived, a desolate trumpet sounded, and a battle flag rose over the distant horizon.

A knight leaped out of his horse, holding his banner aloft, followed by two, three black clouds overwhelmingly pressing towards the dragon and the beasts of the sea.

Lin Sen's left hand was beating, and elastic syllables flew out, like the sound of horses' hooves, from far and near.

Then Lin Sen's hand speed suddenly accelerated, and syllables gushed out as if they were about to explode, which was a charge from thousands of troops.

In the melody of the picture, people saw the charging warriors and the mysterious beasts lined up in an array hedging against each other, like two reverse sea tides, colliding together with a bang.

The fierce battle began, and the warriors swung their blades and marched forward with great courage, while the sea beasts retreated.

Avenge your comrades and kill!

For the destruction of the homeland, kill!

For the tears of loved ones, kill!

All the listeners felt their blood boiling, and they couldn't wait to go on the field and kill the invading alien race.

But unlike others, Elton felt that his blood was really boiling, gurgling and tumbling in his veins, and his heart was like a pump with several times more power, constantly squeezing out the blood.

His brain was already congested, his eyes were red, and he tried to cry out for help, but found that his vocal cords seemed to be straightened and could not shake at all.

What's wrong with me?

Elton blushed and rolled his eyes, and the four attendants in the seats all stared blankly at the place where the music came from, as if the whole person had been immersed in it.

The warriors finally broke through the sea beast's defenses and drove them back into the sea, where the cavalry stood on horseback on the shore.

After the spectacular scene of the allied battle, after transition, control, and deceleration, the music strangely falls to a simple, weak D-note, leading to an indescribable melody, smooth, euphemistic, with a hint of sadness, a wisp of warmth, and a noble, dreamlike realm.

Elton felt better, the impact in his brain was not so great, and he didn't know that there were two nosebleeds coming out of his nostrils.

The music flows and lingers for a long time in this artistic conception of "away from the battlefield", as if it is lingering.

Is the war over?

No, not yet!

The warriors dismounted and stepped into the sea, and the enemy had not yet been destroyed, so how could we stop fighting!

Finally, the music flows into the middle and low ranges again, the sadness, warmth, and dreams are hidden, the emotions are stirred again, the flame of struggle is rekindled, and the first theme of heroic fortitude emerges.

The warriors entered the sea and fought, magnificent and invincible, the sea was dyed red, and the corpses of the sea beasts were covered with the sea.

A dragon roared and fell from mid-air, smashing into the sea, followed by another, and the last one fell.

The fighters finally achieved the final victory.

The melody ends fiercely and highly, overwhelmingly and invincible, ending the whole piece in a triumphant cheer and triumph.