Chapter 47: Heritage carols

"Help me up, help me up." Luo Ling shouted to Elena. They are hiding behind a gun position now. Luo Ling is sitting on the ground, back to the earth wall, but she has been looking at the battlefield from the back of the mouth with her head sideways, while Elena is healing her body.
"You can't come anymore. These golems aren't suitable for you to fight!" Elena roared rare.
"No! I feel that the Golem's behavior is a bit wrong." Luo Ling stood up against the earth wall. "I want to see more clearly and help me stand on the wall."
Elena couldn't help her, but could only help her stand up against the wall. She held Luo Ling's hand in one hand and hugged her leg in the other, with a look of breath on her face.
Luo Ling stood against the cold wind and watched for four or five minutes. Her expression was serious, and she seemed to be muttering something in her mouth.
"Quick! Quickly call the village chief Yasen." She said to Elena.
At this time, Yasen was fighting the golem. The white-haired old village chief waved an ordinary warhammer, and his body was full of anger. Although the old age was full, the momentum was not lost to the young. He heard Elena calling him, knowing that Luo Ling must have something important, so he hurried to the edge of the earth wall.
"Lord Luo Ling. Do you have any important discoveries?"
"The situation is urgent, let's make a long story short. Have you dwarves inherited for many years, everyone can sing, songs of great significance? Folk songs, war songs can do anything!"
Luo Ling's words made Yasen puzzled. However, her previous performance made him have a lot of confidence in her, so he said: "If there is any song that every dwarf can sing, it is a" forging hammer carol ". This is the dwarf singing. I do n’t know how many A song of a thousand years. Whether in the dwarf kingdom, in the slavery of the Black Dragon Empire, or in seclusion here, we will sing this song. "
"Okay, Mr. Yasen, you sang this song with someone who did not participate in the battle. I believe it will help the battle!" Luo Ling said.
"but"
"I can explain to you, but not now, every time we delay talking, a dwarf will die."
"Okay. At least singing can also inspire some morale." Yasen said, got up and greeted two air gunners who were still looking for opportunities, and ran towards the battlefield.
"Why should I sing?" Elena asked after Yassen left. "It must not be such a simple thing to boost morale. What you just looked at, you must be thinking about something."
Luo Ling coughed a few times and smiled: "You are right. But I am not 100% sure of the effect. I still have to try it before I know what will happen."
When she saw Elena waiting to see her with her big eyes, she knew she wouldn't give up without telling a ugly girl. "You know I'm very sensitive to numbers, time, and rhythm. Just when I was healing, I found out The fighting rhythm of some golems has slowed, and there have been many unnatural pauses. "
"Why didn't I find out?"
"Very subtle difference, for example, when some golems raised their swords and slashed, there was a quarter-second pause. Or some golems stayed somewhere for half a second while looking for enemies. . "
"Isn't that strange? Maybe they just ran out of power?"
"So I'm going to observe what affected them. Finally I analyzed their actions and came to a conclusion that they seemed a little hesitant when they killed the dwarves or when they saw the sacrificed dwarves."
"Why didn't I see it?" Elena watched the battle in the field for a moment, and found nothing.
"I said, this requires a keen sense." Luo Ling pointed to a place on the battlefield where four or five dwarves fell miserably. "Several golems will pause for a while when they pass by here."
"So, I have a guess. Is it part of the dwarf in the golem's mind, awakened by these sacrificed dwarf figures?"
"It turns out that you want Yasen to sing to evoke their ethnic memories?"
Luo Ling nodded: "You listen, start."
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"The river of lava, boiling and rolling,
The flame jumped and cast my soul.
The Valley of Thousand Hammers is roaring like waves,
Steel is the bone, forging me at all "
The old and majestic song rang from the corner of the battlefield. This song was not loud on the noisy and chaotic battlefield, but it passed through the blood and fire, the knife and the gun, and rang in the ears of many dwarves.
This melody is a lullaby that every dwarf has carved in his memory since childhood, and has grown up with them since their birth. This phrase records legends, tells the history of dwarves, and praises the civilization of dwarves.
Sinclair slammed the golem's spear and sang along with the tone while fighting hard. His voice was hoarse and panting, but the voice firmly joined the melody:
"Warhammer waved and broke a thousand miles,
The spike pick hits, not afraid of danger,
In the valley, under the deep,
The beginning of all generations, the city of glory "
Whether it is a gunman shooting around or a warrior fighting on the field, many people are infected with this familiar and intense tune. More and more voices became part of the singing.
At this time, the behavior of the golem became strange, not only the reaction became dull, but also the movement became more and more weak.
A dwarf who was about to be hacked to death found that the golem's blade had reached his nose, but stopped there with trembling.
Although some golems are still fighting, they seem to have drunk fists, stumbled, and can no longer aim at the target.
There was a split in the golem consciousness, and the left hand pinched the right hand holding the knife so that it could no longer swing its weapon.
"I see." Yasen had stopped singing at this time and came to Sinclair's side. The golem, who was Sinclair's opponent, actually fell to his knees and began to hit his head with his fist. It just seems to be restricted by certain rules. As soon as the hand is close to the head, it will become weak. Therefore, it smashes a lot and only makes a loud noise.
"The village chief. What's going on?"
"It's our brothers helping us." Yasen watched the golem smashing his head, and took the hammer from Sinclair. "We should help them escape this cage."
The old village head went to the golem and said, "I'll help you."
The golem actually removed his palm and put his head in front of Yasen.
Yasen lit up his anger and smashed the head of the golem with a single blow. A white evil spirit fluttered out. It seemed to want to pounce on Yasen in front of him, but what made him hesitate.
"This is all your compatriots and descendants, don't hurt them." The old village chief said slowly, "You no longer belong to this world, return to the embrace of the of forging."
The evil spirit made a cry, then began to struggle and tremble, and finally ended up like a pierced balloon, freed from the shackles of an octopus, and vanished into nothingness in the air.
"It turns out that way." Sinclair said softly.
"Go, let the ancestors free them one by one."