Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 84 Unacceptable Music

Queen Rowling of the spider elf was a little surprised, as she was discussing a major plan with Drogo.

Looking forward to the beautiful vision of crushing those elves who just like to bask in the sun in music.

In the past two hours, all the best singers in the tribe have performed. Although Drogo also selected a few, judging from his expression, he is not very satisfied.

Oh, she's so stubborn!
You, Drogo, may think we drow are weak, but we cannot defeat you anyway.

But you have this expression on your face that says, "It turns out Zhuo Er's singing is just so-so."

Then we have to talk about it.

Do you have ears?

Do you understand music?
Just as she was racking her brains to think of how to prove Zhuoer's musical level, a child rushed out from the audience.

As the head of a clan whose fertility rate has always been so low, she is always very tolerant towards children.

But he smashed the piano, what does that mean?
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Drogo was also a little surprised.

I had been listening to two hours of Zhuoer's music. Although the singers were all very good, it was a bit tiring to listen to the same style for such a long time.

And he was looking for someone who could sing "A fire burning my heart" and enrich osu!'s music library with songs more suitable for music games.

It’s not that those singers didn’t sing well, it’s just that their singing was not quite right.

Just like the more proficient you are in dramatic bel canto singing, the more awkward it will feel to sing popular music.

A few of them stayed behind, partly out of courtesy and partly because they suddenly realized that Zhuoer's conditions were very suitable for gothic metal.

Just as he was thinking about how to describe to Queen Rowling what type of singer he needed.

A child broke in.

But he came anyway and smashed the guitar in front of the Queen. Is that so punk?

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Xiao De was very surprised.

What did I just do?

When it comes to a big shock, it's easy for the brain to shut down.

Xiao De's first reaction was that the only valuable thing on him was broken, and he wondered if he would be beaten by his mother when he returned home.

I was so stunned that I didn't know what to do.

"We want to sing a song!" The band members rushed in, holding their broken instruments, "For the Queen and Lord Drogo."

Even their drums are made out of barrels.

The drow are such a contrasting kind of elves. Although they don't care about life and death in their daily lives, they will fight against it if they are not convinced.

But when someone seriously says he wants to perform a song, everyone will give the performer enough respect.

Even if they seem very unreliable.

"Give him an arpeggio," Queen Rowling ordered, and considerately did not mention smashing the piano.

"Can you give him the arpeggio with the distortion magic?" Drogo asked at this time.

The arpeggiator is a guitar-like instrument. After distortion, it is closer to the electric guitar, but it is still a wooden box instrument with harder strings.

This also makes bending the strings and playing at high speed somewhat difficult. It seems that guitarists in Feilin Continent need to have more strength in the future and rely on their hand strength to make bricks fly.

“That tone hasn’t been tested yet.”

"Then let him test it."

Looking at the postures of these people, Drogo felt that they were about to start singing about friendship, bonds, and so on.

"it is good."

Xiao De got an arpeggio that looked like he couldn't afford it even if he sold his entire family.

On the back of the neck is a fancy elven alphabet emblem, which is the mark of the legendary hand-made luthier at the turn of the era.

There is also an incomprehensible magic circle on the piano case.

Xiao De tried the sound a little bit, and the slightly torn tone made him feel both strange and familiar.

It feels strange because I have never heard a piano like this before.

The familiarity came from the fact that he had long dreamed of such a sound. The traditional arpeggio was too restrained and could not express the restlessness in his heart when he sang.

This guitar is just right.

He nodded to the drummer.

"Da, da, da, da!" The drumsticks made four crisp sounds when they collided, setting the tempo for the entire song.

Arpeggio and double bass sounded.

As the chords were swept, Xiao De let out a roar that was on the verge of breaking the sound, announcing the birth of a musical form that had never been seen before in the continent of Felin.

But Drogo didn't quite understand what was being sung.

He was not familiar with the Elvish language, and the details of the language used by the drow were slightly different from those of the Elvish language.

Xiao De's singing has a bit of punk and nuclear touches, and his pronunciation is not very clear.

But it doesn’t matter, as long as the mood strikes.

Hearing Drogo shaking his legs, my heart was pounding. I really wanted to hold down W and start P90RushB.

I don’t know if this world shooting game will be very popular.

After the song was over, the scene fell into silence.

The other Zhuoers were all stunned. What kind of singing style was this?
If you call it noise, it still has a tune, but if you call it a song, it feels more like noise.

Djokovic stood on the field in despair, not knowing what to do.

He knew that the drow who bullied him were among the audience, and he could already imagine how he would be laughed at.

Did you end up making a fool of yourself?

"Well, I think..." Rowling decided to smooth things over. After all, the child did nothing wrong. The piano was smashed perhaps because he was a little too aggressive.

It's better to be a little fierce, because you need this when you go out to plunder.

"I think it's great!" Drogo stood up. "That's them!"

Rowling's eyes widened. She began to doubt Drogo's big promise. This music preference was somewhat problematic.

After finding a suitable musician in the talent market, Drogo didn't stay long.

There is no lighting in Zhuoer's territory all year round, and it becomes very suffocating after a long time.

Teleported back to Twin Towers City with a few drow.

Arriving at the largest city on earth for the first time, the drow, who had never left their hometown, seemed very excited.

Although the underground city-state’s architecture is equally gorgeous and even more exquisite than the Twin Towers City, everyone tends to get tired of the old and love the new.

What's more, the level of modernization here is far greater than that underground.

They looked out the window and marveled at the various new and strange creations.

Except for Djokovic.

His unhappiness was almost written on his face.

It seems that he suffered a great blow in the performance just now.

Drogo scratched his head, wondering if he also had to deal with teenage mental health issues.

Uncle Zhuo Ge came online and said, "You sing well, so I chose you. Be more confident. Young people should be full of energy. If you are not full of energy, can you be called a young person?"

Xiao De raised his head and wanted to say something but didn't dare to say it in the end.

He felt that there must be something wrong with the ancient red dragon's aesthetic taste. It must be a little abnormal for it to have lived to such an old age.

Otherwise, why would his own people not like it, but Drogo said it was great?

Seeing how depressed he was, Zhuogo thought he wouldn't make post-peng or post-rock on the spot.

No, you have to at least finish singing the opening theme song of "Fire Boy King" before being emo.

Where can we find listeners who can appreciate Xiao De's music immediately?

Drogo thought for a moment and then said, "Come with me. Someone will like your song."

Two hours later, the band arrived at Forge with their battered instruments.

Drogo asked Barn Crucible, who was immersed in the game of Auto Chess, "Has your clan had any group fights recently?"

"What? A gang fight?" Barn cursed as someone blocked his cards while operating the system.

"Of course there are group fights. You should ask the dwarves when there are no group fights. The last time the Hammer clan played chess with us, they surrendered directly after seeing that I had three stars of Fulin. I won't let them off without a fight.

"What? You want to leave? Your little dragon body will be broken."

"Not me." It would be a cruel scene if Drogo died. "Do you need military musicians?"

"what?"

(End of this chapter)