Only Green could see what had happened, and he walked over to Lagerlöff and glanced at the long-haired, personable first Minstrel of the Vikings, both of whom had a tacit understanding of pretending that nothing had happened.

Green walked straight to the horn, and Douglas's story reminded him of Helen.

Their experiences were similar, but Douglas was clearly more desperate and fearless.

Do you want to do it yourself?

Green saw Helen standing on the stage of honor, shaking her head desperately at him.

A wall may be breached by the first man, but if anyone tries to pass through it, they will only face stronger walls and heavily guarded guards.

Then there will be no chance in the future?

Green doesn't think so!

All it takes is to completely tear down the entire wall, and any resistance will be gone. While this may be more difficult and take more time, it is also more thorough and there are no surprises.

After telling the legend of a thorn bird, Green drew the attention of all the audience back and raised his voice a little as he looked up at the thoughtful people.

"In the past, every one of us Vikings was a dream chaser. For the sake of dreams, our ancestors spent their entire lives adrift on the stormy seas. ”

"They made the ship look like a dragon, and they just wanted to fly as freely as a dragon. ”

"From generation to generation, they have followed in the footsteps of the dead heroes to pursue their long-held dreams of finding a better place to live. ”

"But now?"

"Hundreds of years have passed in a hurry! ”

"The footprints of those years have long been buried by the wind and sand, and the huge dragon ship has been reduced to ashes. Later Vikings have long forgotten the dreams for which generations of ancestors gave their lives. ”

"We have lost the courage to be fearless, we have lost the spirit of hard work, and we can only numbly face the rising and setting of the sun every day, and endure one more difficult winter after another. ”

"Because of the fear of illness and the fear of death, we even put our hopes in a girl who can't even take care of herself. ”

"And then, lock yourself up in this harsh environment and scarce sea, and continue to live a life?"

Green looked around at the silent spectators in the Colosseum and asked in a loud voice, "This is our Vikings?"

"What's even more ridiculous is that in the past, we have never been afraid, we have never feared, and even used it as a decoration, as a symbol, the dragon clan, now it has become a story to scare ourselves. ”

"A little dragon that is born black just because of its skin is considered by you to be the source of all your suffering?"

"This is our Vikings now?" Green shouted coldly.

"If we don't want to forge ahead, we deserve to suffer like this. ”

"If we don't change, this nation is doomed to perish. ”

Saying this, Green exhaled slowly.

He raised his head to face the Vikings, and to all the Vikings of the past, present, and future, and said in a loud voice:

I want to be the faithful child of my dreams

and the ephemeral servant of reality

Like all the ancestors who dreamed of dragons

I had to walk on the same path as the Heroic and the Coward

All men will quench the fire

I alone hold this fire aloft

This fire is a great bloom and falls in the Divine Empire

Like all the ancestors who dreamed of dragons

I spent my life on this fire

This fire is the horn of the great empire and the dragon ship built by ten thousand trees

Valhalla, which is the soil of dreams, will also be cold in July

Like snow-white firewood and hard strips of snow, lay across the mountain of the gods

Like all the ancestors who dreamed of dragons

I threw myself into this fire, and these three are the lamps that imprison me, and spit out light

Ten thousand people will pass through my sword

Go and blow the trumpet of the Empire

I'm willing to start from scratch

Like all the ancestors who dreamed of dragons

I would also like to die on the battlefield

Of all the creations of the gods, I am the most perishable, with an irresistible speed of death

Only the sword I cherished, and I held her tightly

Hold her on the battlefield and fight to the death

Like all the ancestors who dreamed of dragons

I would also like to bury myself in the vast sea and watch over my peaceful home

I am infinitely ashamed of my hometown

I am in the emptiness of my life, and I am tired

Like all the ancestors who dreamed of dragons

The years are fleeting, and the stars are scattered

There was a dragon in the clouds who died in the sky

A thousand years from now, if I were reborn on the shores of the Empire

A thousand years later, I am once again armed with the sword of the Empire

And the armor of the martyrs dragon in the sky

Like all the ancestors who dreamed of dragons

I choose the eternal cause

My career is to be the sun all my life

He has been brilliant and brilliant since ancient times

Like all the ancestors who dreamed of dragons

Finally I was carried into the eternal sun by the gods of twilight

The sun is my name

The sun is my life

The corpse of the dream is buried on the top of the mountain

- The Millennial Empire and I

Riding a dragon named "Dream" holds his sword aloft

- I will fail

But the dream itself and the sun will triumph

......

No one expected Green to choose poetry in the finals, and while the Vikings loved poetry as much as stories, stories were clearly more resonant, and poetry itself took longer to think about.

An impromptu game was too short for that.

And the words laid down by this little locksmith before are too much the same as Douglas's way of telling stories.

As the rousing sound ended, the Vikings fell silent for a moment, and then the arena erupted in applause like a wave.

The applause was not as long as the previous call, but it was obviously more protracted.

There were a lot of people who wanted to cheer, but they didn't know what to shout. Until the long-term applause finally stopped, a melodious and distant Nikohba sound gradually sounded.

Lagerlöf, the first bard of the Vikings, sang in his magnetic and high-spirited voice, "I want to be the faithful child of my dreams......

The multitudes of Vikings fell silent, listening to this song about dreams, remembering the ancestors who had died in a foreign land in order to survive generation after generation, and remembering the memories that had been sealed in their hearts for a long time.

They do need to make a change.

An old man with gray hair stood up and gently echoed the song.

A young and vigorous Viking old man also stood up and gently agreed.

Vikings followed suit and stood up.

This song about dreams is getting louder and louder, earth-shattering, and like a bell.

Over and over again, like the roar of a dragon, like the roar of a lion, when the voices of a nation come together, there is no louder singing than this.