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"Ajax, where is that green guy?"

Because of the speed of a certain fish-touching wind god, Paimon looked around, but couldn't find any figures in strange green costumes nearby.

Looking at Paimon and Ying, who were looking around and even planning to ask passers-by, wanting to find out Wendy's figure, and Ying, who looked dazed, Tartaglia sighed deeply, "If you can't find anyone, you can open the elemental vision and take a look, under the elemental vision, there will be traces left by the flow of any element......"

As he said this, Tartaglia glanced at the huge statue of Barbatos and pouted his lips, "Forget it, don't open it, I see where he is, come with me!"

Open the elemental vision and find it little by little according to the traces, it's too slow! And it takes a lot of effort to "nine-five-seven"!

They have to go to Amber for the exam later, and it is a little time to save a little time—— as to why he didn't see Amber in the Knights, he specifically asked Lisa, and it turned out that because he didn't see the head of the Jean group, Amber reported to Lisa.

After all, these two people have always been inseparable, as long as they report to one of them, then soon the other person will know!

Therefore, it is not so important to see the head of the qin himself!

And after reporting to work, Amber was assigned by Lisa to do an errand task!

That's why they didn't see Amber at the Order's headquarters.

"Well, then Ajax, you lead the way!" said Ying, dragging Paimon directly and keeping up with Tartaglia's pace.

Fengshen Square.

As soon as they approached the statue of Barbatos, they heard a reverberating melody ringing in their ears.

It is a beautiful and beautiful piano sound, melodious and elegant, also frustrating, deep, tactful and passionate.

And the sound of the piano flowed from the fingertips of a young man dressed in green under the statue of Barbatos.

At this moment, he was plucking the strings in his hand with his head down.

The beautiful sound of the piano, drifting with the wind, flows through people's hearts like a thin stream, attracting the attention of countless people.

The soft, tranquil and cozy sound of the piano echoes from under the statue of Barbatos, as if it is about to spread throughout Mondstadt.

"That guy is a bard?"

Paimon's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the green figure playing the harp, attracting passers-by to stop and watch.

"Just look at it!"

As she spoke, Tartaglia walked to the front of the crowd with Ying and listened attentively.

I have to say that Wendy's playing of the piano is really good, just like a mountain spring bright and clear, as if it can wash away the dirt in people's hearts and wash away the tired dust.

The clear and clear sound of the piano flows, as if it comes from a deep valley and secluded mountain, filling every space in Fengshen Square.

In the sound of the piano, there seems to be a white elf dancing in the wind, dancing gracefully and nobly, and there seems to be a dazzling rose blooming one after another, wafting out the fragrance of music.

Everyone who listened to the sound was very quiet, and no one interrupted Wendy's performance.

Ying and Tartaglia, Paimon naturally wouldn't want to be an exception.

On the one hand, Wendy's piano sound is very good, and they are reluctant to interrupt his performance, on the other hand, if they interrupt rashly, it is easy to cause the anger of the crowd.

Under the gaze of everyone, Wendy faintly recited an ancient story, "The story I want to tell begins in the primeval period, when the gods were still walking on the earth, and the dragon of the sky descended from the sky, full of curiosity about everything in the world. The dragon seeks its own answers, but cannot make sense of the chaos of the city. "

"The Song of the Wind played the strings, and the Lyre of the Sky answered them one by one, and the dragon was but a curious child, just flying without worry, until now. "

"He listened to the poems, he wanted to learn to sing, so that all things, his heart, would be understood, and the singer and the dragon became legends, and the dark age came. "

Whether it's Tartaglia, Paimon, or Ying, they are all attracted to Wendy's story and are obsessed with it.

And when they noticed that Wendy's tone was aggravated, they couldn't help but hold their breath......

"At this moment, the lion's teeth are decaying, the eagle flag is not hoisted, and another dragon is closing in on Mondstadt, and misery is the shadow that hangs over the cathedral. The sigh is re-formed by the poet. "

"The dragon of the sky obeyed the call, and fought the dragon to the death in the storm, and the dragon of the sky swallowed the poisonous blood of the dragon and fell into a deep sleep, but after many years, no one knew it that had been resurrected. "

Wendy, who is playing and telling the story, speaks of this and her voice becomes extremely heavy, perhaps mourning for her former friend, or sad for it!

Affected by his emotions, the expressions of the people around him also changed from indifferent to heavy, as if they were immersed in the scene, incarnated into the dragon in the story.

"It wondered why people today were disgusted with me, and the Lyre of the Sky didn't speak. "

"Anger and sorrow, life and poisonous blood, turned into tears from the corners of the dragon's eyes. The poem is silent, the corruption takes effect easily, but the Sky Lyre has no way to speak. "

After hearing this brief story about Stormterror, Tartaglia couldn't help but sigh deeply.

Indeed, Stormterror's attack on Mondstadt has made it abominable for the inhabitants of Mondstadt to even go out of their homes. []

But in a sense, it's also pitiful.

Because, in the final analysis, the reason why it has fallen to this extent is because it has been betrayed by Mondstadt, by the 5.5 humans it guards, coupled with the erosion of the poisonous blood of the poisonous dragon and the poisonous forest, and the bewitchment of the Abyss Order, these factors together are the reason for its true depravity.

The true source of the Fall came from the betrayal of the people of Mondstadt.

- Believe in you in times of crisis, and when they don't need you, they forget about you, and even your temple is abandoned.

Such an act is undoubtedly the greatest betrayal for Dvalin.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this friend who sympathizes with her that Wendy sings so much, and finds a way to use the bard to make everyone reacquaint themselves with Dvalin, the family of the god of wind, what kind of existence is one of the four winds guardians of Mondstadt, and what kind of story does it have!