Then there is the even more troublesome issue of team tacit understanding and cooperation. Although it sounds extremely complicated, in fact you only need to listen to the drumbeat.
Iroth soon made the meaning of the drums clear to these people.
If the singer's singing in a band is the soul of the band, then the drummer's drumming is the brain of the band. All performances must match the rhythm of the drum beats, and the drummer controls the entire stage.
atmosphere and rhythm.
In the midst of non-stop practice and rehearsal, a month passed quickly.
When Iloth returned to Grand Perri City with such a band that had never been seen before in hell, the stage had already been set up.ωωw..net
As soon as they returned to the academy, Eloise and his party met Sylvanas who was walking to the school gate.
"You guys are back. This really surprises me."
Sylvanas was still wearing a pair of white boots and white stockings today, and Elos discovered that this beautiful fallen angel girl seemed to have a special liking for white.
Sylvanas shook her head and said with a smile: "I was worried about you a few days ago, and it's true for you, Elos. Even if you are preparing for a performance, you don't have to leave without saying a word. I still
I thought you ran away with them, but I was worried for a long time."
Regarding Sylvanas's unexpected enthusiasm, Eloth just responded with a faint smile: "Thank you for your concern. By the way, student Sylvanas, this is what is behind you."
Behind Sylvanas was a line of handsome men and beauties. Although they did not reveal their black wings, Eloth could still tell with just one glance that they were a neatly arranged team of fallen angels.
These fallen angels lined up neatly in two rows and stopped behind Sylvanas, just like soldiers taking pictures of a neat formation.
Although they were all dressed in gorgeous festive attire, Elos still felt a unique aura from their bodies, an invisible military temperament that had been soaked in battlefields and blood for a long time.
"These are the singers."
As Sylvanas spoke, she looked back, and then she seemed to feel that this sentence was not convincing enough, so she added: "Of course, their steps are a little too neat, but they are indeed singing.
Home, the program I prepared today is a chorus."
"Chorus?"
Eloise was a little surprised, but then he understood that if it was a chorus, then there really was no one more suitable than a soldier with orders and prohibitions.
"Yes, chorus. Oh, I think about it, you may not have heard of these things, Eloise. After all, everyone knows how hard you work in school. You are naturally concerned about these things that have nothing to do with study.
I'd be a little surprised."
Sylvanas chuckled and said: "I understand it very well, and you don't need to explain it. In fact, the singing method of chorus is a brand new attempt even for us in the sixth level of hell. When the singers are in order,
, when you combine some songs in a special way and sing them together in a disciplined way, you can often get wonderful vocal effects.
That beautiful singing voice is simply the highest embodiment of order. This performance is my top priority. Forget it, this is high art. I'm really sorry to tell you so many things that you don't understand. How can you be so patient?
It feels so good to hear all these nonsense words I have to say.”
Eloise smiled awkwardly.
Cantata?
High art?
I can't understand?
All right!
The devil nodded and said, "Then I wish you a successful performance."
"Thank you, Lord Elos."
Sylvanas performed an impeccable and graceful noble courtesy and frowned as she looked behind Elloth, "But Lord Elloth, although I admire you for having the courage to come back to participate in the show,
However, Sylvanas shook her head sadly and did not continue.
"But what? I don't quite understand. It does take a certain amount of courage to stand on the stage, but what you said seems to be a little different."
"Yes, because this time there is my father in the audience."
Sylvanas looked at Elloth with gentle, sad and regretful eyes and then said: "Lord Elloth, you are really a very outstanding young man, so outstanding, so smart, you
You are the hero of the devil in hell, and you are still young and strong. Your excellence makes you qualified to be with me."
Sylvanas blushed when she said this, and she kept the following words in her mouth vaguely without speaking. Then she changed a sentence and continued: "Although you, as a devil, have always liked to be with these despicable humans,
Elves and even evil spirits are mixed together. But I didn't interfere with you, but now I have to say something, Lord Elos, the show is about to start, in just three hours, you know
Is there anyone in the audience?”
Elos turned his head and looked at the huge circular stage that was pulled into the air by iron chains. The glass-like crystal stage shone with a dreamy blue light.
"On such a stage, I'm afraid the whole city can see our performance, and of course the great will of hell and the arrival of the seven devil kings."
"Yes, the will of hell and the seven devil kings, of course there will be my father, Grand Duke Azazel."
After Sylvanas finished speaking, she looked at Eloth, but Eloth didn't react at all. Then she said hurriedly: "Don't you know that there is my father, Grand Duke Azazel, in the audience?"
"Ah, I already knew that, so what?" Eloise shrugged easily.
"How could you actually say that?"
Sylvanas looked at Eloth like a teacher looking at a hopelessly stupid student: "Don't you know that my father, Grand Duke Azazel, was a perfectionist, and he was proud of it.
He is very critical of art. My father pursues perfection in almost all arts. His perfectionism is not only reflected in building houses and cities.
Do you know how many artists died at his hands? My father can't tolerate any bad art, and naturally he can't tolerate bad artists either.
Even when the seven devil kings come, he will not change for this. If you go on stage to participate in a performance later, and the performance is bad, you will be killed by my father."
In Sylvanas's eyes, this is almost certain.
I have never heard of Ilosu preparing any stage costumes. Although in order to prepare for the performance and other major things related to the performance, I did not pay attention to what Ilosu did after leaving the city, but what can a devil and a few guys like that do?
What's coming?
At this time, Yiluosi and the group of people behind him were dusty, and they could still faintly smell the smell of sweat.
The stench was so terrible. Sylvanas had never smelled this smell before. She felt like she was about to vomit. If she hadn't been worried that Eloth would die like this, she wouldn't be standing here.
"Sylvanas, can I ask you a question?" Eloth asked seriously.
"Well, you say." Sylvanas took a few steps back, took out a handkerchief and covered her nose.
"Sorry, it's not because you stink too much, but my sense of smell is more sensitive."
Eloise smiled awkwardly and asked, "I just want to ask, why do you care about me?"
Yes, why? Sylvanas also asked herself in her heart, is it because she likes this sweaty, dusty devil?
Then Sylvanas almost laughed out loud because of her stupid question. How could it be possible? Of course it was because of her father's instructions.
Although Lord Azazel formed an alliance with Mostema, everyone knew how fragile such an alliance was.
The alliance between the princes has nothing to do with things like trust, friendship, or blood ties.
The reason why they unite is simply because the enemy is powerful.
The powerful will of hell is not something that any devil king in hell can fight against alone.
The will of hell is so powerful that it is said to live as long as hell.
But that's not the worst thing. What's even more frightening is that the will of hell is extremely mysterious, so what makes people desperate is that until now, these devil kings don't even know how powerful the will of hell is.
The only thing they know is that if they want to overthrow the will of hell and gain greater power, they must unite, otherwise there will be no chance.