Following the enforcers through the crowd, the enforcers led the crowd to the southwest corner of the central square.

Because in order to facilitate management, the central square only opened an entrance to the east gate, so the flow of people here is much less, and the podium prepared here is also the most rudimentary, just an ordinary stone podium, and there is not even anything to cover the head.

Some bored tourists sat on the benches and listened to the tales of heroes slaying dragons told by troubadours who had reached the stage and were obsessed.

"Mursi, come down, your place has been replaced!" shouted the enforcer unscrupulously to the man speaking on stage.

Mursi seemed to have anticipated this outcome, he picked up his high hat, walked off the stage with his harp in his arms, glanced at the newcomer Sanka, and took out another newly written piece of parchment from his bosom for a final struggle: "I have ten more signatures, you see?"

"It's still a little bit off. ”

The enforcer shook his head and looked back at Sanka, "Go up! this place is yours now." ”

Sanka didn't move, he suddenly grabbed the arm of Mursi who turned around and wanted to leave: "Master Mursi!

"You know me?" said Mursi looked at Sanka with a complicated expression.

"I have had the privilege of hearing your story before, and it is because of you that I have firmly embarked on the path of a troubadour, you are the top troubadour of the traditional genre, how can you appear in the central square?" Sanka said excitedly, puzzled.

"Times have changed, our times have declined, you have joined the romantic genre, right? You are right, follow the trend of the times to change in order to survive better, go on! Don't keep the audience waiting. Morsi's expression was lonely, and he wanted to break free of Sanka's grasp and leave.

But Sanka's hand was grabbing closer, and he said in a loud voice, almost roaring, "No! the time that belongs to us has never fallen, it has just begun, everything has just begun, and the war that belongs to us has just begun."

Even if we fail and lose for a while, it doesn't mean that we will continue to fail.

Ten years, twenty years, even 50 years, in a lifetime, we will always have a revival one day. ”

"So, please, Master Mursi, you must not give up, at least the word renunciation should not come out of your mouth, because you are the leader of the traditionalists!"

After saying that, Sanka let go of Morsi's arm and went on stage without looking back.

Mursi looked at Sanka's back, stunned in place, tears unconsciously crawling all over his old face.

All along, he is persuading others to stick to their own path, and there is hope for traditionalism.

But where is the hope of traditionalism? He didn't find it himself.

Even his former old friends left him one by one, and he couldn't even find someone to encourage each other.

On the lonely road, he often asks himself, what is he doing this for, and is it worth it?

The answer is obvious.

A dream makes a person come true, but it also destroys a person.

But unexpectedly, just when he wanted to give up his dream today, a troubadour he had never seen before suddenly dragged him out of the lonely and cold quagmire, gave him encouragement, and told him that there was still hope for traditionalism.

"Sanka is right, if you don't want to see how the traditionalists are declining, then sit down and take a good look at how the traditionalism has risen!" Xiao Hei stood on Li Feng's shoulders and whispered.

Mursi, who was in a daze, only thought that Li Feng was talking, he nodded, walked to the audience, raised his head, and looked seriously at Sanka, who had put the harp on the stage and was about to speak.

Seeing Mursi and Xiao Hei and others seated under the stage, Sanka smiled and nodded, plucked the strings, and his lips slowly opened along with the crisp notes: "This is a matter of fighting spirit, there is no fancy magic, there is just a fighting spirit that has multiplied to the peak!"

"Wait, I found it, Master Sanka is here! Come here, big guy!" Sanka had just said a word, when a large crowd rushed outside the venue.

Among them were the poor in the West End, law enforcers, mercenaries, and small merchants.

"Master Sanka, in order to listen to your story, the boss has taken us to skip work collectively! your story must be as exciting as 'Star Change'!" Twin shouted with a laugh.

Raymond slammed a cold shudder on Twin's head: "What do you mean I'm taking you to skip work? I'm chasing you! But there are too many of you, and you don't listen to orders, so I can only watch you and prevent you from wreaking havoc in the central square." ”

"We're not bandits.." Seeing Raymond's face slowly becoming serious, Twin immediately straightened up: "The boss did come to see us. ”

Hezhestus stood in the middle of more than 20 low-level mercenaries: "Anyway, we all came out of the Forgotten Worries Tavern, and this time I will bring you all to cheer you on." ”

Although the mercenary union did not give honor to the fishman in the suburbs before, it also made the Arrow of Dawn a little famous in the mercenary circle, and yesterday they made a lot of mercenary friends, everyone is a hot-blooded person, and when they were drinking, they heard Hezhestus say that a friend was coming to speak, and they didn't think about it and said they wanted to come over to help.

"Thank you!" Sanka nodded excitedly.

"Sanka, I've invited all those who don't have the money to come to the tavern to set up a field for you, you can invite me to drink when the time comes!" The joint renovation of the Forget Worry Tavern is almost complete, and Field had stayed in the tavern to keep an eye on the craftsmen, but he didn't want to appear here.

"Good!" Sanka replied with a smile, "No matter what the final result is, I'm here to drink!"

More than 100 people took their seats in turn, and the entire place in front of the oratory was immediately filled, and some people even stood behind their seats when they saw that there was no place.

Mursi looked at Li Feng sitting beside him, his face was a little flushed, could it be that the traditionalism is really about to rise?

The entire central plaza can accommodate 10,000 people at the same time, but Sanka got the lowest position in the No. 9 position, so the organizers only arranged 100 seats.

However, according to the previous speeches of Master Morsi, there are still more than these 100 positions.

A dark horse like Sanka, presumably the organizers didn't expect it.

After everyone found their place, Sanka repeated the previous introduction, and then began the main text:

"The power of the fight, three sections. ”

......

"Xiao Yan, Fighting Strength, Third Stage!Level: Low-level!"

......

The audience, who had been a little dozing off before, was slowly attracted by Sanka's wonderful story content and began to complain about the protagonist.

"These people are really too much, if Xiao Yan is still a genius in the past, these people don't dare to let go of a fart. ”

"It's just, what kind of people are these? ”

"Master Sanka tells a story, please be quiet. Someone next to him reminded in a whisper.

"Next, little Kaoru. ”

......

"Fighting Qi: Nine Ranks!Level: Advanced!"

......

"Brother Xiao Yan. ”

......

"Am I in a position to call you that?"

......

At the venue of the 10th speech, which had just calmed down a little, someone couldn't help but speak.

"Why is that Xiao Yan so cowardly? This Xiao Xun'er has good strength, he is a good person, and others don't care about your strength, why do you still feel sorry for yourself, and you are so aggrieved that you die!"

"If there was a woman who liked me so much, I would have married home a long time ago, this Xiao Yan is really stupid. ”

Mursi is also listening carefully to Sanka's story, the layman looks at the excitement, and the insider looks at the doorway.

This has to be said to be a good story, and after only a short paragraph, it resonated with the audience.

He believed that once the repression was released, Sanka would gather a loyal audience.

This story is much more interesting than those old Dragon Quest and City Watch battles, because it is closer to life.

Close to life, produce a sense of substitution, and let the audience unconsciously integrate into the story.

"Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people to be poor!"

When this paragraph was spoken, the audience suddenly erupted in deafening applause.

Some of the listeners standing on the periphery of Field No. 8 next to them saw the commotion, walked over in confusion, and then listened to it for a short time and couldn't move their feet anymore.

And at this moment, Morsi finally agreed with Sanka's previous words.

The era of the traditional genre has not passed, and its war with the romantic genre has just begun.