"Lord Sir, it's almost time, the friends who should come should already be in place, the fairy song is not officially sung, they will not enter, let's start!" Regina suggested.

What she was talking about was, of course, the spirits who had been invited.

Even kobolds with low perception can clearly feel that there are countless pairs of eyes around them, staring at their every move.

Luna's voice was not hoarse, and the propaganda played its due role, and many of the spirits were alarmed.

Most of the curiosity of the essence is very heavy.

Even if it's something unrelated, many times, they can't help but find out.

Not to mention hearing about the song of the goblins that are closely related to them, whether it is true or not, they will come to find out.

It's just that their shy temperament dooms them to dare not rashly participate in strangers' banquets, even if they see a large number of essence of the same kind inside.

Gavin was mentally prepared for this.

If the essence is so easy to access, they are not the essence class.

The purpose of the Fairy Song is to bring the two sides closer together and get them to join the feast.

Gavin didn't talk nonsense, and took off directly, only this time, he didn't open his energy dragon wings, but rode the half-moon horse, and after reaching the right position, he spoke: "On this special day, it is a lucky thing for everyone to be able to gather together, and it is also my greatest personal honor.

I would like to take this opportunity to share a dream with you.

This dream has been echoing in the valley for thousands of years.

This dream has been shattered in the hearts of many people.

But there are also people who are silently sticking to and paying for this dream.

The dream is to create a multi-ethnic territory.

In this territory, all races with good and bright hearts have their own place.

Work together to create a civilized society where you can live in harmony and give full play to your ethnic strengths.

Here, there is no oppression, no discrimination, some just live in harmony, and some only prosper.

This dream cannot be realized by me alone, and it needs you, him, all of us, all intelligent beings, to join in.

For this dream, we are singing our song of freedom here and now.

Now let's get started.

Ignition! ”

With Gavin's order, six huge wooden towers were set on fire at the same time.

Measuring five metres high and more than three metres in diameter, the towers were made from dead logs salvaged from the Yavon ponds, dead logs collected from the forests of the Comanso, and dried vines.

What they want to sing is the song of nature, and of course they can't use the wood to make fire, but make the most of nature's gifts.

Six huge fire towers are scattered around the square in the shape of stars, and when they are lit, it looks like six miniature artificial suns have risen, illuminating the place as if it were day.

Good!

Everyone couldn't help but shout loudly with excitement.

It seems that there is a fire that is also lit in their hearts.

As for this fire, is it because of the reflection of this fire in reality?

Or the fire ignited by Gavin's words and teasing, then only they know.

"Playing music!" Gavin gave the second order.

Airplanes!

The first tune to sound did not come from the square, but from the Vizeme estate.

This ghost manor is now also brightly lit and the doors are wide open.

From the square, you can see at a glance where the main building of the manor is located.

This place is also crowded with people, but the people gathered here are obviously not ordinary creatures, but ghosts and shadows, only endless peace.

They are also part of the Land of the Three Rivers, but they are confined to the manor and cannot come out.

Airplanes!

The echoing tune came from the square, coming from a giant golden harp.

The player of this harp is naturally none other than him.

It was Regina.

Airplanes!

The violin in response came from the surrounding campfires.

The half-elf bards joined in the recital.

Scarborough Bazaar!

This is the kind of repertoire that is played together inside and outside the manor, and not a single tone has changed.

Because Regina found that the song was already so perfect.

It was so perfect that she couldn't change it.

Changing any of these points is a blasphemy against the track.

The best way is to do your best to express its artistic conception, and use it to infect and influence more people.

Airplanes!

Countless violins rang out and joined the play.

This is the Greetians from the Grape Village.

Unlike the half-elf girls, they hadn't rehearsed beforehand, and even this piece was the first time they had heard it.

But it doesn't prevent them from joining in.

Because in Feren, music has magical powers.

Especially this track that has never been heard before, the magical power is so powerful and so resonant.

When they join in the performance, the magic of the music will wrap around them, and countless syllables will naturally appear in their minds, allowing them to play along with the beautiful melody without any mistakes.

Airplanes!

The thorn spirit pulled his own unique thorn vine instrument and joined the ensemble.

Airplanes!

The Tessel immigrants and captured mercenaries couldn't help but play their own musical instruments and join the ranks.

Their level is high or low, and their instruments are strange, but when they join the ranks, there is no disobedience or disruption.

Because at this moment, he is not playing alone, the musical magic that gathers over the land of the three rivers is so powerful, so powerful that it is not they who are playing songs, but the musical magic that is playing with the help of their hands.

Boom!

In the end, even the kobolds who are the least good at music are driven.

Their leather drums were beaten.

Bang!

Many people who don't have musical instruments can't help but pick up chopsticks, wine glasses, and stones.

Everything they thought could make a sound, and they struck it.

Some of them really can't find it, so they clap their hands or stomp their feet with the beat.

There is no disobedience, only perfect unity.

It's like this music is supposed to be played like this.

Gavin, who is at the center of the whole incident, has the deepest feeling for this horror music magic.

It's not just about the magic of music.

This is to hook the rules of the magic net, and engrave this track that was played on a large scale for the first time into the law magic net.

He sensed that it was not only the spirits who were attracted to it, but also the gods who were high above, especially the gods who were involved in the priesthood of music and celebrations.

This banquet was not prepared for the glory of the gods, though.

But when something big happens that is related to their priesthood, they will inevitably sense it.

This is the great power bestowed upon them by the priesthood, and at the same time their sacred mission in Faerun, and the source of their strength.

At this moment, it is no longer Gavin who is in charge of the whole thing, but the powerful magic that is spawned by this incident is pushing forward, such as hooking the dragon oak mother tree.

In this link, Gavin originally had to wait until the two projects of dancing and banquet were launched.

The huge phantom of the Dragon Oak Mother Tree, already uncontrolled, emerged behind him, and became more and more real.

The music of the same rhythm came from the huge shadow of the dragon oak mother tree.

At some point, the entire venue was covered with a layer of mist, which did not obstruct the view seriously, but brought a dreamlike feeling to the scene.

Curtain!

The Lord of Virginia guessed correctly, when the Elven Wilderness and the Material Plane played a song at the same time, the two would resonate and resonate, infinitely narrowing the distance between the two places, forming a temporary curtain.

The curtain is so thin that it is so thin that it overlaps most of it.

The main body of the Dragon Oak Mother Tree appeared directly in the material plane, in the Land of Three Rivers.

Countless spirits danced around the dragon oak mother tree.

There are fairy wildernesses.

There are also those from the material plane that Gavin's propaganda has attracted and they have unwittingly joined in this feast.

Countless birds rose from the vineyard and fluttered around the dragon oak tree.

Gather or disperse, rise or fall.

Even if they belong to different races, they have worked together seamlessly, and there has been no strife or confusion.

It's like going through countless rehearsals.

Countless beasts have come out of caves and wilderness.

Voles, hares, wild boars, wild wolves, Comanso tigers, razor boars and many more.

Whether it is the hunter, or the hunted.

At this moment, they don't need to fear each other, because they are here to listen to music, to listen to the sounds of nature.

The waves are surging, and above the Yevon Pond, near the direction of the Vizeme Manor, there are also dense people, and countless figures, large and small, swim rapidly under the surface of the water, jumping out of the water from time to time.

One of the most conspicuous is a behemoth with the body of a turtle, but with a giant dragon head and tail, it is one of the powerful hunters of the waters, the dragon tortoise, if it is a normal day, all aquatic creatures will retreat when they see it.

But now, not only ignoring its presence, many even swim around it, and some turtles even crawl directly onto its wide back.

Even the Vizeme estate has undergone a wonderful change.

The shadow that belonged to it began to stretch infinitely, stretching all the way to the shadow of the Dragon Oak Mother Tree, merging with it and indistinguishing it from each other.

And the ghosts and shadows who were originally limited by a certain law and could not step out of the Vizeme Manor for half a step also flew out lightly and joined the banquet outside.

The people outside don't seem to notice it at all.

In other words, I noticed it, and I didn't care.

For the most part, the undead are unclean beings who are against nature.

But in a few cases, they are also part of nature.

Where there is light, there is shadow.

Even nature needs to be destroyed in order for rebirth to occur.

The cycle of life and death is the way of nature.

As soon as the song of the goblins began, it went straight to the climax.

The rest don't need Gavin to guide the host at all.

The inhabitants and uninvited creatures who are in it naturally find their own pleasure.

Someone took food from the table, but new food was put on it.

It wasn't Gavin's man.

It's the uninvited guests, who bring it themselves.

Equivalent exchange has always been a way of life advocated by elites.

There are a lot of things, they don't take them, but they leave them behind, items that they think are of equal value.

Although in the eyes of other intelligent races, this exchange is not necessarily equivalent.

After all, there are differences in perceptions between the two sides due to race.

What the elves think is rare, perhaps in the eyes of humans, is just a pile of useless garbage.

But what the essence thinks is very ordinary, but when it comes to humans, it is a priceless treasure that is difficult to buy.

Compared to the creatures who are intoxicated.

Gavin, who is in the center, has the illusion of being surrounded by endless emptiness.

When the shadow of the Dragon Oak Mother Tree was hooked out, he felt that he was once again disconnected from the world.

He's here, and he's not here.

The magic of music is everywhere, but it is all coiled around your body.

The music is incomparably beautiful, especially the great duets formed by these countless races.

But in his eyes, it was like listening to music on the earth, just moved by his heart, not blessed and influenced by the magic of music.

A graceful figure, through the veil fog, walked towards Gavin.

Gavin reined in his mind and said with a smile, "Miss Regina, you don't continue your performance...... Met Mr. ”

Halfway through the sentence, it came to an abrupt end.

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