"I'm sure you've guessed it!" Douglas said aloud as he watched the whispering audience.

"In our Viking tradition, there is only one kind of people who will be so!"

"Witch of Vorva!"

"They are born speechless! they are destined to be sent to the temple of the gods from birth, and they will never have parents or relatives. ”

"All tragedies begin only because of those ethereal legends. ”

"The Witch of Vorva is the chosen Truthspeaker of the gods, and can only speak again with the permission of the gods. ”

"But God never gave them a chance!"

There was a sudden silence in the arena, and the people looked in amazement at the man who dared to blaspheme the gods so boldly, but Douglas paid no attention to it.

He continued, "My father was very strict with me since I was a child, so for as long as I can remember, the most common thing I did every day was to constantly wield an axe.

"I'm wielding an axe while other kids are fishing in the sea, and I'm still wielding an axe when other kids are playing in the snow. ”

"Then my hands were worn out and my face was scratched, and my father would take me to the temple of the gods to heal the wounds. ”

"So at this time I got to know a little witch - Nina of the Temple of War. ”

The berserker, who was always expressionless and cold-spoken, was a little more gentle in his voice at the moment.

"She was thin and small at that time, and she looked like a little quail. ”

"Under the guidance of an old witch, she carefully applied herbs to me and bandaged my wounds.

"Hehe, although these bandages look like a bear's paw. ”

"But that's how I met my first friend my age. ”

"A friend who can't speak. ”

"In the long and brutal practice that followed, the only time I felt relaxed and happy was when I was with her. ”

"In order to be able to spend a little longer with her, I did not hesitate to make myself bruised. ”

But when she was ten years old, the old witch of the Temple of War died, and she was the only one left in the great temple facing the cold statues. ”

"I thought about bringing her home, but everyone was telling me that I couldn't do it! because she was a Vorva witch and should be like that for the rest of her life. ”

"But why is that?" Douglas asked aloud to everyone.

"At the age of twelve, I fought wolves in the jungle and was bitten all over my body, and then I prayed to the gods to give me strength, but they didn't respond!"

"At the age of thirteen, he fought a giant bear in the Northlands, nearly froze to death in the snow and ice, and then prayed to the gods for warmth, but there was still no response. ”

"Never!"

"Like those stones that never speak!"

"In the end, it was the witch who saved me and restored me. ”

"But how do I repay her?"

"Send some food, leave some money?"

"And then continue to imprison her in the temple with ancient legends?"

"Is this what we Viking warriors do?" Douglas shouted with a loud roar.

"All of us are just using our own selfishness to sacrifice a person's life to serve us!"

"As for serving the gods, all of you know that you don't need it at all!"

"Since then, I've vowed to free Nina from the temple!"

"Not only do I want to free her, but I also want to marry her!"

"Never give up for the rest of your life, take care of her for a lifetime!"

......

"Boom!"

As soon as Douglas's words fell, the entire gladiatorial arena immediately boiled, and his oath was too shocking for the Vikings of the past.

Marry a Vorva witch and everyone knows that they are not allowed to marry in their lifetime.

"Is he crazy?" someone shouted.

"He has blasphemed the gods countless times and burned him!"

"Yes! Burn him!"

Of course, there were many people who didn't say anything, they just watched with worried faces as Douglas walked step by step to the podium of honor.

There sat all the Vorva witches.

"Stop him!" shouted a nobleman.

The guards rushed forward, but in the face of a fierce-looking Pelssel, they did not think they would be an opponent.

Step by step, Douglas walked up to the Witches of Vorva, some of them covering their mouths with tears streaming down their faces, some of them stunned and stunned, and some of them trembling with fear.

Only a thin girl sat there in a daze, as if unconscious.

Her eyes were blank, and the tsunami-like exclamations of the arena seemed to have nothing to do with her, and even though Douglas walked up to her and stretched out his hand, the girl sat quietly on the stone bench.

Everyone has seen it!

This Vorva witch was not only a mute, but also a blind and deaf man.

Douglas burst into tears and exclaimed, "I was bitten by a poisonous snake, and she used her mouth to help me suck out the poison, but now she can't even see with her eyes or hear with her ears!

"Is that you?"

"You just want them to stay in the temple forever, to be with herbs for the rest of their lives, and then to heal themselves when you need them!"

Douglas resolutely took the girl's hand as the guard's sword was added.

He picked her up.

In the midst of people's roars, objections, and screams, they walked step by step towards the exit of the gladiatorial arena.

"Stop him!" a nobleman was still shouting.

"Burn him!" the older Vikings still roared.

But no guards dared to come forward, and they didn't want to.

Because they saw in Douglas the firmness of the Viking warriors in the past who would rather die than regret it, and also saw the spirit of perseverance even in the face of thousands of troops.

And most of them are young people, young people who yearn for love!

A melodious and clear murmur gradually sounded in the huge and crazy gladiatorial arena.

No lyrics, no tones.

But all the Vikings could hear the firmness and encouragement.

Who's singing?

The voices came from the Witch of Vorva, who was now standing shoulder to shoulder, watching them leave.

They didn't open their mouths, but the song echoed through the arena like a waft in the wind.

It's a voice from the soul.

There was silence in the gladiatorial arena.

Is it God who made them speak?

Is this the will of the gods?

All opposition had disappeared, and Douglas had already passed through the gates of the Colosseum.

The Vikings looked at each other, and then... What to do?

......

"Legend has it that there was a bird that sang only once in its life, and that song was more beautiful than the song of all living beings. From the moment it left its nest, it searched for the thorn tree until it was granted, and then, digging its body into the longest, sharpest thorns, let go of its singing voice among the wild branches. In its dying moments, it transcends its own pain, and its song regulates the clouds, even if the lark and nightingale are eclipsed. It's a beautiful song, and it's a dead end. However, the whole world listened silently, and the gods smiled in the firmament. ”

"We each have something in our hearts that we have to pay for to the death,

Even if this thing makes us miserable.

But that's what we're like,

Like the thorn bird of the ancient Viking legend,

Weep blood and cry in the thorn bushes, and die with your heart.

One day we will find our own thorn bush,

Never count the cost, endure the torment of pain,

And tell yourself that it's well worth it. ”