Alien world

Chapter 1455 89. Appearance
The contestant next to him glared at him, and only calmed down when he realized that the person speaking was a child.

"That's the Skeleton King Leonefa, and the one in the middle is Lord Annan."

"Oh……"

Ruth craned her neck to look forward and asked innocently, "Is he the same age as Jack?"

puff……

The contestant next to him couldn't hold back his laughter, and this time he glared at Binn.

"Sorry, sorry... You are 'Mother Bean', right?"

"You know me?"

"I watched the audition video. He's the youngest contestant, right?" The contestant dressed as a bard extended his hand to him - an obvious Liberty City etiquette.

"Hello."

Bean reached out and shook his hand: "Are you from Liberty City too?"

"I'm just a wandering bard." The bard adjusted his poet's felt hat.

"You must be a great bard, then."

To be in the top 1000, you must have at least one or several advantages.

"Impressive? I guess so..." The bard chuckled.

……

In the judges' seats, the competition has not yet begun, and Annan is talking to other judges about the current voting situation.

Surprisingly, the candidate with the highest number of votes currently belongs to the first contestant, Paolo Benítez, who is leading with 7.4 million votes.

Because he was the first contestant, everyone voted for him because he was new.

However, the race between the second to seventh places was very close, with only a difference of a few thousand votes.

If we look at the votes in the order of the first day, the second day, and the third day, there is a clear trend that the earlier you appear, the more votes you get.

But time will bridge this gap.

The competition begins at nine o'clock sharp.

"Welcome all the people of Allen Continent to watch the fifth elimination round of "All People's Singer". This program is sponsored by the Fortune Church. I am the host Peterson——"

After the usual opening remarks, today's first contestant took the stage.

Blue hair and vertical pupils, obviously a blue dragon.

Annan looked down at the name. Zelgast, um... I don't know him.

"Who is this?"

"You forgot so quickly?" The Siren leader said lazily, "You have specially approved them to be residents of Liberty City."

"Oh, so it's them. I didn't recognize them when they turned into men."

Because the ambiguity was so great, even the Skeleton King looked sideways.

"It's not what you think..."

Now they were even more suspicious.

Zelgast began its singing—it wasn’t bad, but the people competing on the same stage with it were all elites selected from more than 100,000 people, and its skills were really not good enough.

Even Annan could not, in good conscience, praise its singing as beautiful, and could only say that "the singing is full of vigor" and give the vote to the people.

The really impressive ones are the orcs that appear later.

Before Peterson could step off the stage, the orc suddenly let out a roar.

As if in response, nearly a hundred orcs sitting in the audience stood up at the same time and also let out a war roar.

Many foreign tourists were frightened and screamed, thinking that the orcs were going to start a fight, but they didn't expect the orcs to just stand there, stomping their feet, slapping their bodies, and roaring like they were performing an orc ritual.

Annan said that how could the orcs who usually carried goods at the dock be willing to come to watch the game, it turned out that they came to cheer for their tribesmen.

No... they are singing along with the contestants!

Peterson looked at Annan in embarrassment. This seemed a little against the rules… “It’s okay. There’s no rule that people in the audience can’t sing.” Annan said.

On the other side, Zelgast returned to his companions, and the three blue dragons whispered about the reasons for their defeat.

"I told you a long time ago, don't become a man, don't become a man. Look, even the warlock didn't speak for you."

"He said he doesn't care..." Zelgast said a little aggrieved.

His companion Nocturis complained: "You actually believe what men say? Those men always say one thing and do another."

"Vorumanis!" It looked at the petite blue dragon, "You will go on stage later. You should still look like a woman."

"Why don't you..."

"It's my last day." Nocturius took out its license plate, No. 989, the twelfth from the last.

"Hoohoho!"

The unified roar drew the three blue dragons' attention back to the stage.

The Orcish War Song turns the whole body into a musical instrument and has a strong sense of rhythm. Even if the audience does not understand Orcish, they will involuntarily shake their legs, nod their heads, and even get their blood boiling to the rhythm.

The orc priest leading the dance raised his bone staff, and a dark green halo appeared under his feet. Then Lilith appeared, like a basin of cold water poured into a bonfire, melting the halo.

The orc priest who accidentally got too absorbed in the subject put down his bone staff awkwardly and just led the orcs in the war dance.

Normally, each contestant only has two minutes to sing, but the orc danced for three minutes with no signs of stopping.

Peterson didn't dare to intervene. Everyone knew that orcs were prone to madness. If it got angry and swung its basin-sized fist at him, he would be covered in bruises...

Five minutes later, the orcs finally finished their war dance.

The judges commented.

Annan still deserves praise whenever possible, and his unique orc-style performance should leave a deep impression on the audience.

As for whether or not she could advance...Annan admired her, but to be honest, orcs' looks were not in line with human aesthetics. Even for Annan himself, he could only accept half-orcs like Tashia at best.

"Thank you beastmen... for the wonderful performance. Next up is contestant No. 642, Cell!"

In the contestant seats, the bard next to Bean stood up.

"It's my turn now. Nice to meet you two." The bard put his hand on his chest.

"Me too."

After Binn finished speaking, he felt something was wrong… Why did his tone sound like he was saying goodbye?
The bard came on stage, and Annan suddenly stood up when he saw the man walking onto the stage.

"Do you know him?" asked the Skeleton King.

The Scarlet Queen suddenly raised her head slightly and sniffed softly.

"He is a member of the Chaos Sect." Annan said in disbelief.

When he was in Breeze City, he was caught by the scavengers and locked in the dungeon. Annan thought he was dead, but he didn't expect that he was still alive...

"Hello, five judges." The bard faced the judges' seats and bowed slightly.

"You are so brave, you actually dare to run in front of the Scarlet Queen."

"Ok?"

The Scarlet Queen glanced sideways and asked, why are you talking about yourself?
The bard smiled and said, "I just heard that an old acquaintance did something interesting, so I wanted to join in the fun."

The phantom of Lilith reappeared and stared at the bard.

The audience was too far away to hear what the two were saying without microphones, but they could sense the tense atmosphere...

Trivial noise spread throughout the audience.

The bard had a faint smile on his face. He was ready to be caught, or even killed on the spot...

"Is that so... Then you are welcome."

Unexpectedly, Annan welcomed everyone equally and expressed his expectation: "Please start your performance!"

The bard was stunned, lowered his head and whispered:
"Interesting... No wonder His Royal Highness changed his mind for you."

(End of this chapter)