The round tower top, arched roof, and ancient stone building with a height of three or four stories completely combine the grandeur and splendor of ancient China and ancient Rome in the memory of the flute.
This is a place beyond the Beidou planet.
But at this time, the endless city was filled with people, and there were people everywhere with serious faces and panic.
At the top of the city wall, strong men were constantly fighting back at the five-color spiders, holding white bows and arrows in their hands.[
Bows and arrows are shot from the city wall and explode among the five-color spiders, killing a group of spiders.
However, if you kill a group of them, another group of spiders will immediately replace them.
Behind them, there were also women in the city holding arrowheads, delivering them to the men in front.
This is siege.
The unknown race is attacking the city.
The people here are on defense and protecting their homes.
Yaoguang stretched out her hand and rubbed her brows, wondering what kind of luck she had. She and Rakshasa landed somewhere in a bad place, and landed in the center of the battlefield where they were attacking and defending the city.
"Listen." After learning where he was, Yaoguang didn't say anything. Rakshasa suddenly spoke, reaching out and pointing in several directions in the city.
Yaoguang listened carefully and looked towards where Rakshasa was pointing.
The sound of the flute is a clear one. The melody is gentle but passionate. The sound of the flute seems to be mixed with the loyalty of a corpse wrapped in horse leather and the murderous spirit of an iron-blooded killing field.
Just hearing the sound of the flute makes people's blood boil as if they are in a killing field.
Looking along the sound of the flute, I saw a silver-haired man in a fox fur sitting high on the bell tower in the center of the city, with a white jade flute at his lips, playing a high-spirited tune.
With his head tilted slightly, his face could not be seen under the flickering light, but just this brilliant cloud-like aura made people feel like the clouds in the sky. Tsinghua University was noble, but elusive.
Looking past the man, Yaoguang looked at the place pointed by Rakshasa.
There were twenty-four men, each sitting cross-legged, their fingertips rapidly waving on the strings in front of them, emitting exciting and sonorous sounds.
Being able to play the flute or the piano is not a big deal. This is not something worthy of Rakshasa's attention. What can attract his attention is...
"This spar cover is a sound..." Yaoguang looked at the purple spar wall in front of him and said hesitantly.
If she feels right, this wall that protects this huge city and isolates the attacks of the five-color spiders is made of the voices of those few people.
Attack with sound, she knows.[
But using the sound of music to construct such a large protective barrier is truly breathtaking. What kind of skill is this?