"Oh, that's wonderful," Barov exclaimed, stroking his beard. "Even running can be so exciting!"
"Indeed, when I saw the three of them running side by side, I felt my heart beat faster," Longsong Consul Pérot echoed. "Unfortunately, only one of them could get the commemorative badge. I have to say it's a pity."
"Is it really a pity?" The old director smiled faintly. "The one who won the medal is the contestant from Longsong. I'd rather do it a few more times than to be the center of attention."
"Don't say that. Miss Sunflower was just lucky. If there's no accident, you'll definitely get what you want in next year's Victory Day Games. "
"Really... I'm worried about that accident."
"Hahaha, it's not an accident if it happens often."
"Well... they can even hide their sarcasm in discussing the result of the game. They really get along well," Roland thought as he glanced at Barov and Pérot, who were chatting happily beside him. Although they were nearly 20 years apart in age, there was no generation gap between them at all. They were indeed experienced politicians who had been in the political circle for many years.
Since the first few contestants had been decided, everyone felt much more relaxed. They whispered to each other about the game while waiting for the rest of the contestants to reach the finish line. There was no doubt that this kind of competitive event, which was in line with the psychology of human beings in pursuit of their own limits, had a natural affinity and charm.
The atmosphere in the witches' seats was the same.
Looking at the eager girls, Roland could not help but raise the corner of his mouth.
The witches were not allowed to participate because the gap between them was too big. In order not to dampen the enthusiasm of the public, such a rule was made. Not only people with magic power, but also God's Punishment Witches of Taquila were also excluded. But now it seemed that holding a superpower field was only a matter of time.
He wondered what it would be like when they used their ability in various sports.
"Is the Games in that world also like this?" Anna's voice pulled him out of his thoughts. "You looked quite absent-minded in the first half of the game."
"Because there was no commentator or live broadcast," Roland sighed.
"You mean, you can let everyone know the progress and details of the competition at any time?" Anna's eyes suddenly lit up. "How do you do that?"
"It's complicated to explain." He smiled. "Do you remember the TV I mentioned …"
If it wasn't for the fact that he was used to watching the game in the future, this game could already be considered perfect. There were many responses, the players had a variety of styles, the process was brilliant, and the ending was unexpected. Carter, who was wearing a Knight cloak, and the Ironsand Nation of the Mojin Clan, who was cosplaying as the Wolf Girl, had stirred up a lot of discussion.
According to the information from Scroll, Sunflower, the champion, was also quite dramatic. She used to be a Black Street Rat, but after Longsong Stronghold was liberated, she became a glorious postman and ran through the streets and alleys of Longsong Stronghold all day long. It was this job that earned her the favor of the Goddess of Victory.
Although there was a huge gap between Kui and the other three in terms of strength, a champion was still a champion. Moreover, compared to the result, Roland cared more about the impact. Her aspiration undoubtedly made people think of the slogan "labor can change fate", which was exactly what Neverwinter needed.
…
When the sky turned red, the first Sports Day basically came to an end.
More and more residents gathered below the stage, forming a dense sea of people. Everyone was looking forward to the final award ceremony in high spirits.
For Roland, what came next was the highlight of the show.
He stood up, nodded to Echo, and then walked to the railing of the stand.
A crucial war needed an exciting start. If he wanted to use a pre-war speech to inspire people's confidence, there was no better time than now.
He slowly glanced at the crowd until it was completely quiet.
"My people, you've just witnessed a miraculous challenge. In less than four hours, many people ran 28 kilometers on foot, which is exactly half of the total length of the Kingdom Main Street."
"People from other territories may not understand its significance. In the past, it took at least three days to reach Longsong Stronghold from Border Town, and they had to travel day and night. At that time, if anyone said they could reach in one day with their own strength, they would only be regarded as a joke. But now, you've seen the answer with your own eyes! "
"Whether it's building a road or running endlessly, it's the result of you surpassing yourself time and time again. I believe you've realized that the so-called 'impossible' is just a shackle to be broken, and this competition is the best proof! "
Cheers suddenly sounded under the stage.
Roland paused for a moment, stretched out his hand, and then said, "Now, we're facing a new challenge, which is the demons. In fact, the war has reached a critical moment! After today, the First Army will march to the Fertile Plains and launch a second attack on the demons in Taquila City. "
"These demons are extremely cruel and insatiable. Their claws and teeth once turned the prosperous human kingdom into a bloody ruin. Tens of millions of innocent people died in their hands, and their bones could fill the entire Neverwinter!"
"So, we have to fight — before disaster befalls everyone!"
"We will fight them on the land, we will fight them on the sea, we will fight them in the air, until the devil is no more, and no enemy can threaten the living space of the human race!"
"I'm very happy to see the Sand Nation of the Mojin Clan among the contestants, as well as those from the Fjords and other kingdoms … This means that we've put down our prejudices and estrangement and become closer to each other. And I dare say, this will also be the norm in the future! For the demons, human race, age, gender, and religion are all meaningless. The only thing they're interested in is killing everyone. So, this is not only a war for Graycastle, but also a war for the entire human race! "
"My people, when you're afraid of the enemy, stop moving forward, or even want to retreat, think of today's miracle. As long as you hold on to your beliefs, we'll definitely win! "
"Now, the top ten contestants, please come to the stage and accept the honor you deserve!" Roland said loudly.
The crowd once again burst into deafening cheers. This time, the cheers did not stop for a long time and blended into one with the afterglow in the sky.
"As expected of the great chief …" Guelz took a deep breath and said, "His words make me want to go into battle again." He looked at Rohan and said, "Are you ready to go?"
"Father, but I …" Rohan bit his lip and looked sad.
"You didn't win the championship?" Guelz laughed. He held his son's head and rubbed it hard. "But you tried your best, didn't you? That's enough. Go, stick out your chest, hold your head high, and let everyone see the glory of the heir of Wildflame! "
Rohan trembled slightly. He looked at his father as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he just nodded.
This time, he did not cover his specially made head ornament and tail.
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