They believe that Ji Xing, as a powerful figure within their realm, would not waste ti doing aningless things.
At this mont, Zhang Xiaoman felt a slight disappointnt upon hearing the other party had no musical instrunts, but he still planned to continue with his next steps.
The reason he asked if the other party had any instrunts was certainly not idle chatting.
Zhang Xiaoman intended to use one of his imprint skills.
A weakened version of this skill was once used by Jannan on the battlefield of the Kandokreek Prairie, called "Healing Overture."
But now, Zhang Xiaoman prepared to use its upgraded version, a purple imprint skill nad "Wind’s Ode."
[Wind’s Ode]
(Purple Second Rank)
Play a delightful ode that heals all creatures within range, allowing them to recover a small amount of life value and dark energy, freeing them from ntal interference, and increasing their movent and attack speed.
Healing Amount: 100
Dark Energy Recovery: 500
Spirit Resistance Strength: 300
Movent Speed Increase: 30%
Attack Speed Increase: 30%
Duration: 10 minutes
Consumption: 5000 Dark Energy
Cooling Ti: 24 hours
Effective Range: Radius 3000 ters (Effect varies with distance and casting conditions)
——The Wind God’s signature ode, full of blessings for all living beings, allows those who hear it not only to heal wounds but also to gain the wind’s encouragent.
——Let the wind guide.
This is the advanced version Zhang Xiaoman mastered, far more effective than the Healing Overture used by Jannan.
This imprint type of skill is usually rigid; if music is required to be played, then music must be present.
Of course, like Jannan exploiting a glitch, using a snap as music activation is feasible.
But according to Zhang Xiaoman’s tests, the effect of Wind’s Ode is also influenced by the quality of the music used during activation, becoming more potent with captivating and enchanting lodies.
If rely a snap were used, it might not even reach 10% of its original effect.
This is why Zhang Xiaoman asked the nun if she had any musical instrunts.
He usually keeps one or two instrunts in his storage ring for backup.
However, the last usage against the White Mountain Goat resulted in damage, and he has since forgotten to restock, leading to today’s situation.
At this mont, many of the injured are so severely hurt they are close to dying, so Zhang Xiaoman had no choice but to proceed without ensuring optimal conditions, prioritizing rescue first.
But just as he was about to activate the ability, his gaze caught sight of the right palm of an injured individual, tightly clutching sothing resembling a flute.
"Eh? Is this a windpipe?"
Zhang Xiaoman imdiately paused his actions, silently thinking, how fortunate.
This windpipe is a unique small instrunt from the Erin Continent, similar to the flutes from Water Blue Star.
Its sound is lodious and often evokes hosickness, making it a sentintal keepsake for many people.
"Having sothing like this will do..."
Zhang Xiaoman murmured to himself.
Being here so long, he has had the opportunity to explore such things and, given his abilities, quickly learned to play it.
Though not mastering it, he could at least use it to perform the music he intended.
He gently beckoned to the windpipe, and it instantly floated up, slowly landing in his palm.
By then, the injured person’s consciousness was mostly blurred.
But upon feeling the windpipe taken away, instinctively, they opened their eyes.
"No... no... that’s... that is my... mine... return it to ..."
Expending effort, the injured person finally uttered these words.
The nun beside was stunned seeing this scene.
She couldn’t understand why the young man who appeared so extraordinary would do such a thing.
Just for wanting an instrunt himself, he seized the injured person’s most precious belonging.
In her view, Zhang Xiaoman might be a noble young master undergoing training here.
Arriving at the battlefield wanting to whimsically play a song but lacking an instrunt, ultimately forcibly took one.
"Despicable!"
The nun was so agitated her face turned red and her neck stiffened.
No matter how composed she usually was, now felt compelled to speak out.
"Sir! I implore you to return it to him! You are stripping away his mories! Please refrain from such actions!"
The young woman angrily stood up, reaching out to reclaim.
However, she couldn’t even approach Zhang Xiaoman; her hand was repelled by so invisible force halfway through reaching.
Now the nun was anxious and upset, tears welled up in her eyes.
Zhang Xiaoman glanced at her with curiosity, but had no ti to address her.
Using a Cleaning Spell to wipe away the blood and mud on the windpipe, he then slowly raised it to his lips.
"..."
Quickly, an ethereal sound emanated from the windpipe in his hands, hovering above this secluded ground.
The windpipe itself wasn’t loud, audible only to those nearby.
But with Zhang Xiaoman’s magic enhancent, this music inexplicably echoed in everyone’s ears near the city gate.
"What’s happening... where is this sound coming from...?"
From afar, many felt a soft breeze accompanying them as they heard the unfamiliar llifluous windpipe sounds.
This sensation wasn’t rely auditory but seed directly to resonate in their hearts.
"Stay sky," a music piece Zhang Xiaoman casually played, originating from a composer on Water Blue Star.
Having little interest in music, he learned them specifically for performing Wind’s Ode.
In such an environnt, he chose one he knew without much thought.
At least, he felt that this music sounded grand, with a touch of solemnity, appropriate for the setting.
At this mont, everything around seed to fall silent, everyone raised their heads, motionless, listening to the sudden lody.
Soon after, the breeze brought life.
A surge of vitality erged from their bodies, the injured trembled with surprise, gazing at their wounded parts.
"This, this... my injury... healing on its own...?"
They hardly believed their eyes, unsure of what was transpiring.
The gentle breeze continued to sway, the sound interwoven with music, the air seed to carry visible green ripples.
Waves filled with life, healing all humans present.
First, second, third...
More and more injured escape life-threatening situations, their blood ceases to flow, and their pain soothed by the gentle Wind Spirit.
One by one, fallen warriors rose with the wind’s lody, overlooking the skies, wholeheartedly listening to the war chant by their ears.
"We won, we survived..."
The crowd burst into tears of joy.
At that mont, a mage couldn’t help but exclaim.
"My magic, my magic has been restored!"
They appeared thrilled.
Wind’s Ode, besides possessing healing abilities, also had exceptionally potent recovery energy effects.
Though most here didn’t possess Dark Spiritual Power, so high-level Magic Masters still sensed so of its power.
Most low-level professionals had only elental power, not shifted towards Dark Spiritual Power, hence couldn’t perceive this effect.
Certainly, among those present, the strongest two Ninth-tier Saints had the keenest perception of this elental power restoration.
McCarthy and Regina both widened their eyes, no longer concerned about their image, staring astonishingly at the man playing the windpipe nearby.
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