She Is Not a Witch Chapter 354: The sound of the flute far away

"The foam in the swaying water"

"The revolving balance of longing"

In the wilderness, a breeze blows through the sea of ​​white velvet grass, and a witch in white clothes stands in it, singing loudly, and the melodious singing is accompanied by the ripples of the wind, drifting into the distance.

At the end of the song, the witch slowly opened her eyes, and there was a slight applause behind her.

"Sister Yi's singing voice is still so beautiful."

Two priestesses in similar clothes walked slowly through the waist-length sea of ​​grass.

They are the witches of the four seasons from the southern border. Because they follow Lorraine Hill, their clothes are also biased toward the witches of the east. The main body is white, and the collars are embroidered with different prints according to their belongings.

"You are here." Yi Huanbi turned his head and looked at the two season witches who were slightly smaller than him.

"Well, I just finished my work and went out for a walk before it was dark. I didn't expect to meet Sister Yi." One of the witches with fire leaf prints on their sleeves said happily. Big and very lively.

"Actually, I came here because I was a little curious when I heard the voice. I don't know if I've disturbed Senior Yi." Another witch with a light blue wind leaf print on her cuffs was much more polite.

"No, actually there is no need to be so restrained." Yi Huanbi showed a shallow smile, only then did he realize that this lord witch is actually a young girl, not as serious as on the battlefield.

"Let's sit down for a while, the sunset here on the hillside is not bad." Yi Huanbi took the two of them a few steps forward, and sat on a hillside facing west.

There are mostly hills and mountains in the west, and the sunset on the opposite side slowly sinks towards the valleys between the mountains with a soft afterglow.

"Which song was Sister Yi singing just now? I haven't heard it before." The witch of Fengye asked.

"Lord Luolan didn't teach this song, I learned it from the local people here." Yi Huanbi said slowly.

Since the war between the southern and western borders, many of them, the witches of the four seasons, have also gone with the army, some as support on the battlefield, some in charge of logistics, comforting local residents, and some in charge of healing, dealing with injuries and so on. matter.

As a rare Sequence 7 Transcendent in the Southern Territory, Yi Huanbi is not only a powerful force on the battlefield, but also the chief of these witches in the army, like an elder sister.

"Very nice~" Another lively Fireleaf Witch raised her little hand to express her opinion.

The other two smiled and chatted for a while before talking about the origin of the song.

"It seems to be a local folk song, but after several adaptations, it became what it is now." Yi Huanbi stroking his black hair, slowly telling.

"It was originally a hymn dedicated to the gods, and later added words to remember and record the past."

"The full version of this song is actually very long, and not much is known about it now, only the short melody in front is still being hummed, and this short part is what I sang."

"Sigh, sister Yi knows a lot." The lively witch said enviously.

"I just asked more people. If you want to get along well with the local residents, you must know their past and customs. That's what Master Lolan said."

"Phew, Lord Lolan is too far away from me, unlike Elder Sister Yi, who can easily meet me."

"Hehe, come on, as long as you work hard, you will have a chance to meet Lord Luo Lan in the future. In fact, His Highness is quite easy-going, so it's hard to imagine her being angry." Yi Huanbi said with a smile covering his mouth.

"Well, don't talk about it, I'm already very envious, it's damnable." The petite and lively Fireleaf Witch supported her head with her hands.

The three of them were sitting on the lawn under the setting sun, looking at the sunset glow in the sky, talking slowly, and the topic slowly turned to this war.

"The battlefield is really cruel. Recently, I helped Sister Fulian take care of the sick. The injuries suffered by those soldiers made me feel very painful."

"Yes."

Yi Huanbi also sighed softly. Unlike the two around her, she faced the battlefield directly, and cast a large-scale fire spell, watching the enemy turn to ashes in the flames.

Before setting foot on the battlefield, many witches had never killed anyone, nor had they been exposed to particularly cruel things, but the environment of the battlefield quickly made them mature.

How many people will be reduced to ashes in her own flames to end this huge war, she fell into thoughts briefly.

Before departure, although the instructors had given counseling to these witches to avoid falling into psychological guilt and uneasiness, the facts were far more shocking than the narration, even if they knew what they were doing was correct, But still a little uneasy.

So, every evening, she would take a walk outside the camp alone to relieve her boredom.

"It hurts, but we still have to move on."

She took off the flute at her waist, placed it in front of her lips, and played it slowly.

Although he is in the Western Continent Empire, Yi Huanbi still remembers the tunes he learned when he was a child. The flute teacher who taught him is a powerful musician and swordsman. He lived in his own home for a long time because of his injuries. , Also taught myself a lot of things.

It's a pity that she was too young at that time, and she forgot many things, but now she only remembers playing the flute.

When the phoenix and the bird don't sing, where is the sound and flute?

The swordsman teacher is a persistent person. He was angry with some phenomena in the dynasty. It was only when Yi Huanbi was recovering from his injuries that he picked it up slowly.

Although I don't live in the Eastern Continent now, many principles are common.

The sound of the flute is melodious, and as the night falls, there is also a bit of nostalgia and melancholy, but the player who plays the flute is not immersed in it all the time, and it turns soft towards the end, showing its openness and comfort.

"Let's go, it's time to go back."

————————

Third Era, in July 1715, the rime-filled Titania finally thawed out. Millions of residents trapped in this giant city gradually woke up, and then a war broke out in the sky.

The world is amazed by the towering Titan, the flying tome, and the frost-breathing giant dragon, trembling in the battle that covers the sky and the sun, and fearing this almost godlike battle~IndoMTL.com~Finally , the blue surrounding wind and water smashed the flames and frost all over the sky, and also cleared the shadows on the sky. Then 24 sages came here, announcing the arrival of the age of mortals.

Sorceresses and sages are no longer allowed to get involved in the empire's infighting.

Afterwards, under the cover of roaring Dragonwing planes, the army in the southern border broke through barriers and pushed the front line to the hinterland of the western border, where the Salius family was located.

Under the towering Whitestone Castle, the banners of Dryer Wood fluttered in the wind, and the Duke of Griffon, who guarded the isolated city, stood on the wall with a sword. Follow the army that is gradually coming forward below.

The knight at the head was still so familiar. Jailan, holding a holy sword, rode an armored horse, and climbed up the familiar stairs step by step, towards the tall barrier that he once thought would be the whole of his life.

"Times have changed, Father."

7017k