"Oh, that's wonderful," Barov exclaimed, touching his beard, "that even running can be so exciting!"

"Indeed, I felt my heart beat a little faster when I saw the scene when the three of them started and marched together," echoed Perro, the archon of the long song, "It's a pity that only one of them will get the commemorative badge in the end." ”

"Is it really a pity?" the old manager smiled slightly, "It's the Changge contestant who won the medal, and I'd rather come here a few more times for this kind of scenery that dominates the spotlight." ”

"Somewhere, Miss Aoi is just lucky enough. If nothing happens, next year's Victory Day Games will make your wish come true. ”

"Really...... That's what I'm worried about. ”

"Hahaha, common things can't be called accidents. ”

Not...... Discussing the results of a game can hide a sharp edge, these two are really compatible, Roland glanced at Barov and Perro, who were talking happily around him, and couldn't help but think in his heart. The age difference next year is nearly 20 years, but there is no sense of generation gap, and he is worthy of being a veteran who has been crawling and rolling in the political arena for many years.

Now that the first few places were decided, everyone was much more relaxed, talking about the race while waiting for the rest to reach the finish line. There is no doubt that this kind of competition, which is in line with the psychology of human beings pursuing their own limits, is inherently highly affinity and charm.

The same was true of the atmosphere in the witches' seats.

Looking at the group of eager girls, Roland couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

Witches were not allowed to participate because the gap between the two was too great, and in order not to discourage the enthusiasm of the masses, such a rule was formulated - not only those with magical powers, but also the witches of Tachira's divine punishment were also rejected. But now it seems that it is only a matter of time before a superpower field is held.

I don't know what it will be like when they use their abilities for various sports.

"Is that the same for the games of that world?" Anna's voice pulled him out of his thoughts, "You looked quite absent-minded for the first half of the game. ”

"Because there are no commentators and live broadcasts," Roland lamented.

"You mean to keep everyone informed of the progress and details of the game?" Anna's eyes lit up, "How did that happen?"

"That's complicated," he smiled, "do you remember what I said about TV......

If you weren't used to the viewing patterns of later generations, this match could have been called perfect – with a lot of responders, a variety of player styles, a great process, and an unexpected ending. Whether it is Carter in a knight's cloak, or Mo Jinshamin, who cosms a wolf girl in front of everyone, they have aroused enough topics.

And the news from the scroll, the champion Aoi is also quite dramatic - she was once a black street rat, and after the liberation of Changge, she became a glorious postman, running through the streets and alleys of Changge Fortress all day long. It was this job that made her favored by the goddess of victory.

Although there is a large gap between Aoi and the other three in pure comparison of strength, the champion is the champion, not to mention that Roland cares more about the impact than the result. And her victory is undoubtedly reminiscent of the slogan that labor changes destiny, which is exactly the example that Neverwinter needs.

......

When the sky was red, the first sports meeting basically came to an end.

Residents who came one after another gathered under the stage, forming a black and overwhelming sea of people, and everyone was eagerly waiting for the final award ceremony.

And for Roland, that's where the main event comes next.

He stood up, nodded to Echo, and walked over to the grandstand railing.

A vital war needs to get off to an exciting start. There has never been a better time to inspire confidence with pre-war speeches.

He slowly swept through the crowd until the scene fell completely silent.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you have just witnessed a miraculous challenge in which many people have covered a twenty-eight kilometre journey on their feet in less than four hours, exactly half the length of the Kingdom Route. ”

"People who have moved from other realms may not know what it means - in the past, it would have taken at least three days to get from the border town to the fortress of Changge, and it would have to be done day and night. If anyone said that they could arrive in one day on their own would have been a joke, but now, you have seen the answer!"

"Whether it's opening mountains and roads, or running endlessly, this is the result of your self-transcendence again and again. I'm sure you've realized that the so-called "impossible" is nothing more than a shackle to break, and this game is the best proof of this!"

The audience suddenly burst into cheers.

Roland paused for a moment, stretched out his hand and pressed down, and continued, "Now, we are facing a new challenge, and that is the devil - in fact, the war has reached a critical moment! After today, the First Army will march to the Fertile Plains to launch a second attack on the devils entrenched in the city of Tachira. ”

"These enemies are brutal and insatiable, their minions have turned the prosperous human kingdom into a blood-clotted ruin, and tens of millions of innocent people have died at their hands, and the bones are enough to fill the entire Neverwinter!"

"So we must fight—before disaster strikes everyone!"

"We will fight them on land, we will fight them on the seas, we will fight them in the sky, until the devil is gone, and there is no enemy to threaten the living space of mankind!"

"I'm glad to see the people of Mojinsha among the contestants, as well as those from the fjords and other kingdoms...... It means putting aside prejudices and barriers and connecting people together. And I dare to assert that this will be the norm in the future! For the devil, human race, age, gender, and faith are meaningless, and slaughter is the only option they are interested in. So it's not just a war in the Grey Keep, it's a war for all of humanity!"

"My people, when you are afraid of your enemies, when you stand still, and even when you want to retreat, think of today's miracles. As long as we uphold our beliefs and persevere to the end, we will definitely win!"

"Now, please come to the stage with the top 10 players and accept the honor you deserve!" Roland exclaimed.

Once again, there was a deafening response from the crowd, and this time the sound did not stop for a long time, merging with the afterglow that reflected the sky.

"It's worthy of the Great Chief......" Gulz took a deep breath under the stands, "I want to put on the battle again." He looked at Rohan and said, "Are you ready to take the stage?"

"Father, but I ......" the latter bit his lip and looked sad.

"Didn't you win the championship?" Gulz laughed, grabbing his son's head and rubbing it vigorously, "but you fought as hard as you could, didn't you? Go ahead, puff up your chest, raise your head, and let everyone have a good look at the demeanor of the Heir of the Flame!"

Rohan shuddered slightly, and he looked at his father, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only nodded vigorously.

This time, he didn't hide the special headdress and tail.

In the golden afterglow of the sky, the figure that catches Gurtz's eyes appears tough and upright, as if overlapping with Lorga.