Chapter 1425 59. A hundred flowers bloom
Annan followed his officials to the crowded theater square.
On the stage, the orcs with license plates are making war songs by stomping their feet, beating their bodies and roaring.
Annan couldn't understand, but he could feel the savage coming and he also supported the "unqualified" wooden sign erected by the judges.
"Why!" the orc roared unwillingly.
"We are "The Singer of the People". Do you think this is called a song?"
"Why isn't a war song called a song!"
No need to ask, it must be the orcs in Liberty City, and the orcs outside will not make any arguments.
Annan swept past the stage and saw the orc chief of the Grizzly Bear Tribe.
When Freedom Comes Knocks" made Chris and his son famous, and their reputation and popularity made the orcs envious.
Who doesn’t want to be able to get the reward they have to carry dozens of tons of goods every day just acting in front of humans?
Amid the scattered applause, the orc stepped down and replaced an old man with a parrot standing on his shoulders, leaning on wooden prosthetic legs, and wearing a broken captain's hat.
He limped up, making Annan wonder when the pirates would run to Liberty City.
But there were onlookers calling him "Fishman Old Jack".
"Salessor No. 564, what repertoire do you have to perform?"
"It's not me who sang, it's it." Old fishmonger Jack said, pointing to the colorful parakeet on his shoulders.
The long-tailed parakeet cooperated to spread its wings and screamed with penetrating power: "Let me listen to it!"
"Stinky fish and rotten shrimps!
The tavern poet called me!
The rhyme you are like a dead fish staring at,
It's embarrassing to me! "
Wow—
The crowd was shocked for the first time when they saw this kind of "song". However, in the crowd, several sailors dressed in costumes and shook their heads to the rhythm.
The long-tailed parakeet suddenly spread its wings and flew on the judges' seats. They looked at the judges' curiosity, paced with their wings on their backs, and opened their bird's beaks:
"Yeah! Look at these sour and stinky poets,
The ink is more rotten than herring juice!
What do you say about "moonlight, rose",
The fish scales stained by my wings are better than you! "
This is a bit ugly, but who would have seen a parrot in public? "The elf stays at home all day,
Dwarfs brewed wine and lost their teeth.
The poet is still applauding when singing?
Listening them to recite poems is like going to jail!
It’s better to listen to my fried hairtail: remove the scales! Belly cut! Scrape the intestines! Three copper coins! "
The parakeet flew up again, coiled over the stage, continuing to expand its attack range:
"You praise the noble lady for being intoxicated, and I scold the unscrupulous businessman for being short of weight!
What a bullshit sonnet, the rhyme of the master comes with a scale!
'The tide of the dog days is not trustworthy,'
‘The monster with rotten asshole swallows the anchor! ’”
It suddenly flapped its wings and swooped towards the crowd outside the stage. Everyone exclaimed and moved aside, watching the parakeet landing on a passing cart on the street.
"Ha! I just frightened you with a fake shot! ”
Dole!
It lowered its head and pecked the barrel, leaped from the crowd, and returned to the shoulders of the fishmonger Old Jack.
"Stinky fish and rotten shrimps! Stinky fish and rotten shrimps!
The poets have shrunk into quails!
What is the brightest thing in the tavern tonight?
It's the parrot!"
The long-tailed parakeet put its wings on its chest and gave an anthropomorphic salute.
The crowd gave warm applause, and it sounded aside if it sounded good, but this was much more exciting than other contestants.
There are also many businessmen who show their love for parrots, and if the price is right, they don't mind buying them back.
At this time, the three judges whispered to each other and raised the wooden sign with red crosses. "The performance was great, but unfortunately it was not in line with the purpose of the competition."
"You might as well let your parrot play the advantages of its sound, rather than letting it be here... say."
"You are a player, it is not, it does not conform to the competition system, that's it."
The fishmonger Jack hadn't said anything, but the parakeet exploded with hair: "You ignorant humans! Sooner or later, you will lie in front of my claws and cry and admit your mistake!"
The degree of intelligence makes people wonder if the soul of this parrot is hidden in the soul.
"Please voter No. 565 come up."
Fishman Old Jack walked off the stage, and he was more popular than singers who passed the auditions. Many businessmen surrounded him and asked for the price.
"No, don't ask, I don't sell humans!"
The long-tailed parakeet flapped its wings and shouted, lowered its head and pecked at it hard.
"What are you doing? Go back, this is the Free City ruled by the wise and powerful Lord Annan. Do you still want to break the law?"
"I, I will touch..."
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"It's not okay to touch it, a stinky hooligan!"
Finally squeezed out the crowd, a man in a black coat came to the fishmonger Old Jack. Looking at his makeup, Old Jack waved his hands repeatedly: "No, I don't need it, I can't be hard..."
"It's not a Philosopher's Stone." The man who just came out of prison whispered, "We think your parrot performed great, I want to ask you to create a song for us to sing... say uh... rap... yes, rap!"
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The crowd was still savoring the performance just now, and contestants No. 565...were onstage in a quieter atmosphere.
The undead mage who came to the stage with ten skeleton soldiers raised his face covered by his cloak and coughed heavily in a hoarse voice: "What I bring is a song, "The Scream of Bones"!"
The skeletons broke off their ribs neatly and started a beat.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh—Bones’ shout! The soul is shaking! ""
The undead mage roared like a torn.
The people in the choir have heard more or less, but they have never seen the skeleton choir that plays through pounding, stomping, and performing war dances.
The rugged, metal-friction singing of the Necromancer is noise, but with the strange accompaniment, people can't help but shake their legs, wanting to jump and revel in the carnival. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-Bones' shouts! The tombstones are in a carnival!!!"
After the song, the skeletons remained still.
The cloak of the necromancer slid down during the selfless singing, revealing his sweaty face.
His chest was undulating rapidly, and his long gray hair was wet with sweat, facing his face.
After a moment of silence, the crowd suddenly burst into warm shouts.
Although they don’t understand... but when they hear the passion and want to shout, that’s a good song! "What's your name?" asked the judge sitting in the middle. "Arshir." The necromancer said hoarsely.
The judges looked at each other and raised the green circle that represented the pass.
"It would be better if the skeletons could sing."
"Artistic is zero, but I give it a full mark for creativity."
"Congratulations."
The skeletons who stood still walked forward and raised Alshir who was still breathing, and threw it into the air.
Watching this scene, Annan smiled: "Isn't this a good thing? A hundred flowers bloom and a vibrant scene."
The official was stunned: "Violent..."
"There are raps, death heavy metals, and Martin, why don't they have... Martin?!"
Looking at the contestant No. 566 walking onto the stage, Annan suddenly opened his eyes wide.
(This chapter ends)