Talent Show in the Underground Kingdom

Thorin and Gandalf had different expressions when they heard the singing from the goblins around them.

These goblins are so confident. Could it be that the unattractive Goblin King in front of him really has a beautiful singing voice?

Thinking of this, everyone looked at Carl with worried eyes.

Seeing that the Goblin King skipped such a competition request, Karl couldn't help feeling weird.

Looks so savage, but like music? This, as expected, cannot be judged by its appearance.

Thinking about it, he nodded and said, "Since you are so confident, let me listen to your performance first."

Of course, while Carl was talking, his eyes turned away from Bilbo, who was holding him in his hand.

Just try it out, just be happy. He...wouldn't hand over the result to such an indifferent contest.

"Hahaha, little ones, start the pot!" The Goblin King shouted, and then, on another shelf beside him, a group of Goblins lifted the "instrument" and put it on the wooden shelf .

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"Boom, boom, boom~" The dull sound of gongs and drums gradually became stronger, and the Goblin King who was standing in the center of the wooden platform began to move slightly.

The muscles all over his body, the withered yellow skin covered with dark spots, also began to sway in a small rhythm with the movement.

He narrowed his eyes and listened attentively, but he had already entered the state in just a moment.

"Clang!" With a cymbal, the Goblin King opened his mouth, "I thought of a good song,"

With that said, it began.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

"Dwarves! Elves! And, humans!"

"Go around! Go around! Lost, escape! My! Dungeon!"

"There are many residents in the dungeon, and they shouted, wow~wow~wow!"

"They wanted to escape! They couldn't escape, and they were all trapped in the end.

"Everyone loves to talk when they are on my execution platform, and they are no exception."

"Begging and forgiveness first, then heads and moving."

"My king, my dignity cannot be challenged, the underground kingdom belongs to you!"

"The underground kingdom belongs to you forever!"

"..."

The surrounding goblins excitedly sang along with Goblin King's song, and the gongs and drums were beating, but Karl suddenly felt a little stomachache.

Thorin, like Gandalf and the others, were a little stunned.

This goblin king is so talented? This singing voice really makes people almost cry when they hear it.

Time may still be passing, but everyone can't hear other sounds. The inexplicable melody is spinning and surrounding, like a magic sound, scratching people's ears sores, and their heads are confused for a while.

On the stage, the Goblin King became more and more violent. He was fascinated at the moment, led by his own singing voice, displaying flashes of artistic aura and endless talent as he wished, composing his own music.

...

After a century, everyone finally came to their senses, and the voice finally disappeared?

Everyone turned their eyes, but they saw the Goblin King holding a goat's head crutch and stroking his chin in deep thought.

Finally, he came back to his senses and nodded with satisfaction: "It's really good, it's perfect, I really can't think of any flaws."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and looked at Carl: "Human beings are fortunate enough to hear the most beautiful song in the underground kingdom. How do you feel now? Are you ready to surrender and ask for forgiveness?"

"Hehe..." Carl smiled, "King of Goblins, I think your song is very flavorful and...unique. Perhaps there is no other song in the world that can compare with it."

Sorin and the others also nodded subconsciously. Indeed, there is nothing that can compare with this song.

After all, this song perfectly expresses the singer's strong pursuit of his good wishes.

"Hahaha!" The Goblin King laughed loudly, and he seemed very happy to be recognized, so he said, "Then you all put down your weapons and admit defeat, I won."

"Oh?" Karl laughed again, glanced at Bilbo who was standing beside him, and laughed jokingly at the Goblin King, "Are you sure?"

"Eh..." The Goblin King noticed at this moment that the hostage in his hand disappeared and ran to the opposite side without knowing when.

He froze for a moment, then reacted.

"Despicable, thief, hateful human being, you are cheating and cheating, ah!" The Goblin King yelled again. He didn't expect that Karl would give Bilbo to him when he was unprepared and immersed in the performance. Stealing, "Damn, damn, damn."

"It's not fair, it's not fair! You're cheating." The Goblin King cried sadly. He won the singing, but he might be about to lose his life. Nothing could make him feel sadder than this.

Karl watched the ground rolling and beating, and was speechless at the Goblin King who kept scolding him.

This guy, who grew up so big, and as the leader of the dark creaturegoblin, has lived for so long, how could he be so naive?

Doesn't he understand that if he wants to win, he should do whatever it takes?

Or do they have only one tendon in their heads? Always ignore the really important and key things because of some small things?

Karl felt an inexplicable sadness for the Goblin King.

It seems that these dark creatures have been deprived of many things while being endowed with powerful power from the heavens.

Except for the two species of humans and elves, other creatures will more or less have some kind of personality defect.

Just like the ogre I met before, and the goblin king who is making a fuss now, this is the existence.

Karl shook his head, sighed for a while, then looked at the Goblin King who was still howling in pain, and felt that he really shouldn't bully monsters with brain problems like this.

"Well, since you think it's unfair, I'll give you a chance to convince you." Carl suddenly said.

The Goblin King raised his head in surprise:

"Are you going to fulfill the agreement?"

"No," Carl shook his head, and said again, "I want you to listen to a piece of music I just composed recently. Of course, it would be even better if you could give me some pointers."

The Goblin King was taken aback for a moment, and then he came back to his senses. So this human didn't want to admit defeat? He actually planned to make a fool of himself in front of him after listening to his singing?

He suddenly felt inexplicable anger, suddenly got up from the ground, and shouted: "Okay, I will give good advice, country bumpkin."

No one knows music better than him, no one knows how to play better than him, no matter how powerful the human being in front of him is.

It is impossible for human beings to surpass him in this comprehension.