super dragon ball

Chapter 443 Seven-string Archer

"Yes, she is not afraid of anyone except obeying King Philip's orders." Miran said.

Zhenqiang came back to her senses, remembered her shining golden battlefield queen, and asked: "How big is her ability?"

"Thern is invincible. The only one who can compete with her is King Philip. Even Generalissimo Cornus has to give her three points." Miran, because he saved Nicole, Bang Lungavin and himself, is against her. He had a good impression and talked about everything. Then he whispered secretly: "She is already twenty-four, but no one in Thane dares to marry her."

"Why?" Zhenqiang asked curiously.

"I heard that she made an oath that only those who can kill her are qualified to marry her. But she is unbeatable in Thane. Even the most powerful King Philip can only fight to a tie with her. Whoever marries her Gotta get her, eh——." Miran let out a long sigh.

"Mi Lang! If I don't go back to treat your injury, it's too minor, isn't it!?"

Suddenly, General Yasha shouted loudly from the general's tent. Before he finished speaking, a golden light shot out, and a golden spear was nailed to Mi Lang's foot.

"Ouch——!" Mi Lang hugged his feet and yelled, and one of his feet flew away. He ran faster than he could have without injury. He couldn't even catch up with the two soldiers who were supporting him.

"Get out of here too!" With another loud shout, Fanlin Bovi and Tagore ran out of the general's tent in a panic.

"Tagore! Are you not dead?" Zhenqiang was overjoyed and ran away, grabbing Tagore's big hand.

"Master, thank you for your concern." Tagore said.

"Fanlin Bowei, your medical skills are so superb, you can actually bring the dead back to life." Zhenqiang said happily.

Fanlin Bowei smiled and said: "It was General Yasha who showed mercy and hit his heart with the bottom of the spear, causing him to faint. He only suffered a superficial wound. If it had been the tip of the spear, it would have penetrated his heart and died. Anyone would have died." Medical skills are useless."

"Oh, Master, you are still alive. That's great. I just said a lot of nice things to you when I begged for mercy. It seems that she was moved by me. Oh, Niutou, you are still alive too. I also said a lot of nice things for you. , but she didn’t hear it.” Plato said as he flew back from the sky.

At this time, a soldier came over and said: "The commander of the Milan Army wants you to go to the city for a day today, and you must report to the military camp tomorrow. If you disobey General Yasha's combat orders, you will be wanted by Thern."

Then he said to Fanlin Bovi: "The commander of the Milan Army has just suffered a foot injury. Please heal him."

Fan Linbowei said to Zhenqiang: "I have been to Aigai City many times, and there is no need to look at it again. Although General Yasha cannot make money privately, I think it is impossible to have a meal and buy some clothes." Question, you go to the city and have a look, it is best to go back to the military camp at night, so as not to forget it." After saying that, he walked towards Miran's military tent.

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Really strong, Tagore and Plato left the military camp and walked into the streets of Aigai City. Various people were sitting on the ground in piles on the street. They probably came from all directions to seek refuge. There were actually shops open on both sides of the street. People seemed to be accustomed to war. They didn't seem to know that once the orcs captured this city, they would all Facing a catastrophe, they may all place their hopes on General Yasha, hoping that she can protect their own safety.

Zhenqiang looked at the crowds around him. All kinds of humans and non-humans, dressed in strange clothes, were constantly coming and going. Everyone was so accustomed to each other that they turned a blind eye. Suddenly he remembered that he was not also bringing the powerful Minotaur Tagore and the monsters. Plato, like them, is also a weirdo.

"Master, are you really going to the battlefield tomorrow? Why don't we run away now." Plato asked at this time.

"No, since I agreed, I can't run away. Nicole gave me such a precious medal of victory. I can't embarrass her. Besides, I can't always ask Yasha to look down on me and kill without mercy as soon as she opens her mouth. If I If I don't go to the battlefield, I might really be killed by her one day. That older woman always threatens me with death. It's so cruel." Zhen Qiang said angrily.

"Master, the battlefield is a place of life and death. We, the Tauren nation, have to practice until we are fifty years old before we are qualified to go on the battlefield. If Master wants to practice his abilities, he can find a place where there is no one and practice until he is fifty years old." Tagore said.

Zhenqiang looked at Tagore in surprise and said: "How long can you tauren live? Halfway through your life will be over when you are fifty years old. If you go to the battlefield again, you won't be able to fight."

"Fifty years old is our adolescence, which is the same stage as your eighteen-year-old age. Minotaurs can live up to three hundred years old." Tagore said.

"You tauren can live for such a long time, but I can't live for that long." Zhenqiang said.

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The three of them were aimlessly walking and talking, and unknowingly came to a small square. Although it was called a square, it was only a hundred meters in diameter. There were several shops and pubs around it, and there was a circular pool in the middle, with a five-meter-long pool standing in the middle. The tall statue, wearing a crown on its head and holding the king's scepter in its hand, is very solemn and majestic. On the base of the statue are engraved the words "King Alhuras".

"Let's go, Tagore, let's try the power of this Chapter of Victory and have a free meal first." Zhenqiang said and led the way to the tavern.

"Master, what if it doesn't work?" Plato asked.

"Eat first and then talk. If it doesn't work, run away. Tagore, you use the power of shock to knock them down first. If you encounter someone like General Yasha, you block them first." Really strong.

My thoughts gradually move closer to this world.

"Yes, master, I obey your orders." Tagore said.

"Oh, Niutou, when you run, slow down and let the master run first. It doesn't matter if you get a few more sticks. Master, you must protect my golden lamp when you run." Plato said with great concern.

The three of them walked towards the tavern as they spoke. When they turned to the other side of the pool, a beautiful piano sound suddenly sounded. The three of them took a look and saw a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy sitting by the pool. He had curly black hair and a handsome appearance. He is handsome and upright, with fine features and a boyish look on his face. He is dressed in gray shorts. He holds a lyre in his left hand and is playing the lyre with his head down. There are a few copper plates scattered on the ground in front of him.

In this war-torn city, who would still be in the mood to listen to him playing the piano, but everyone around him was silent and motionless, as if they were all silent in the sound of his piano.

The sound of the piano is beautiful and ups and downs, just like the breeze blowing the beaded curtain or the drizzle hitting the jade plate. The sound of his piano seems to be able to heal all the hurts and calm all the worries. It is so powerful to listen and be surrounded by the sound of the piano for a while. , the mind is at peace.

"Well, there's something wrong with the sound and chords of the piano." A voice suddenly came.

Zhenqiang turned around and saw Plato holding his shoulders and holding his chin with his hands, an enigmatic expression on his face. Knowing that he was being mysterious again, he ignored him and continued to listen to the piano.

After a while, "Huh? The high sound of the third string became weaker, and the low sound of the seventh string became louder." Plato's voice came again.

"Plato, be quiet." Zhenqiang said.

"Oh, yes, Master." Plato shrugged.

After a while, Plato said again:

"The rhythm of this section is a bit intense, and the sound quality when connecting the front and back is a bit dry and not very smooth. If you follow the rhythm, it will be more natural and coordinated."

This natural sound of the piano touched the soul, but Plato found fault everywhere. Zhenqiang couldn't help but said angrily: "Plato, if you talk again, I will throw you away."

"Oh, okay, Master, I won't say anything anymore." Plato covered his mouth with both hands and listened to the sound of the piano. But after a while, he couldn't bear it anymore and blurted out: "This fingering It's too messy and doesn't follow the rhythm of the piano." After saying that, he felt great and took a long breath.

Zhenqiang took off the golden lamp, put it on the ground and said to Tagore: "Tagore, the power of shock."

"Yes, Master." Tagore said, raising the cow's hoof and stepping on the golden lamp.

"Oh! NO! No! Master! I won't say it anymore, I won't say it anymore." Plato panicked.

"Tagore, if he speaks again, use the power of shock." Zhenqiang said.

"Yes Master."

The sound of the piano was melodious, and the three of them continued to listen to the piano. Plato covered his mouth tightly with both hands, but after a while, he bit his hands with his mouth and made a clicking sound, and whispered: "Master..."

"what?"

"...he didn't play this part perfectly."

"How do you know?" Zhenqiang asked.

"I heard it." Plato answered cautiously, fearing to offend Zhenqiang.

"You can also play the piano?" Zhenqiang asked curiously.

"Oh, Master, have you forgotten, I can only pick up things that are lighter than air and cannot play the piano." Plato replied.

"You don't know how to play the piano, so how do you know that his playing is not perfect?" Zhenqiang asked.

"Oh, Master, I once had four hundred and forty-four masters, including shoe repairmen, horse shoers, fishermen, beggars, and alchemy masters. I sensed many things in their minds. I know astronomy from above and knowledge from below. He knows everything about geography and all the industries in the world.”

After hearing this, Zhenqiang was surprised again and said in admiration: "So you know so much, do you also know music knowledge?"

"Yes, master, I once had a dozen musicians among my masters," Plato replied.

"A dozen musicians? There are many who can play music. Those who can play the piano are not necessarily musicians." Zhenqiang said.

"Master, three of these dozen musicians are not ordinary people. One is called a music genius, one is called a music saint, and there is an even more powerful one called the music terminator. It's a pity that they were brought here because of me. All the misfortunes are gone." Plato replied dejectedly.

At this time, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and the young man playing the piano raised his head and said, "Do you know the Music Terminator?"

When he raised his head, Zhenqiang saw his appearance clearly and was immediately shocked!

Yuanmo!

What a surprise, this young man playing the piano is actually Yuan Mo! Thinking Dragon Ball user - Yuan Mo!

So amazing, my face is full of joy! He stepped forward and grabbed the young man's shoulders, and said happily: "Yuan Mo! You are here! I really found you."

I can't believe it, I'm so happy, I didn't expect that I really found it!

"Yuanmo, do you know where Xiaoniao and the others are?" Zhenqiang asked in surprise.