Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

"Why put the glory of victory and the hope of the future on an outsider?"

Such an inquiry clearly reached everyone's ears.

There was a small commotion in the dark crowd, but when they gathered together, it was still like a low storm, blowing in all directions.

The nobles, representatives, and veterans who were sitting near Kant also looked at each other, showing a dazed look.

No one would have imagined that Kant, after his miraculous victory and victory, made such a statement in his first speech to the public, or even to the whole world.

There were no cheering shouts, no emotional greetings, or even emphasizing that he was a foreigner, and this question was asked of all Goethes.

Terrible, in every sense—Leona buried her face in her palms and wanted to plug her ears and run away, and the flowery speech she had written with all her might, was just thrown aside by Kant, this **** I don't know what kind of wind I have smoked, and I want to play impromptu speeches!

The crowd buzzed.

But the commotion was very small, and the nobles remained silent, and no one jumped out to protest.

After all, reverence is still there, the terrifying mark like a meteor shower bombarding the earth stretches across the vast land, the flesh and blood of elves are still fresh, and no one wants to fight against Kant at this time—of course, it is also possible that Uncle Kant's map cannon is not fast enough.

The mood of the audience was temporarily stable.

Although the incident happened suddenly, Hong San was not surprised. He had already picked out a few reliable people, and they called them up and down the sky, each holding the earth's video equipment and aiming at Kant on the stage from all angles. Now, Uncle Kang As soon as he opened his mouth, he jumped out of such high arguments, and he just made a gesture to let the cameramen continue to maintain it.

These otherworldly aborigines are just new to technology items, but that's just the difference between civilization and technology. It has nothing to do with IQ and receptivity. They quickly mastered how to use them - but just as there is a huge professional gap between ordinary people and professional photographers , these outsiders only know how to use it, and more advanced skills cannot be comprehended and understood after a day or two of study.

But there are still exceptions.

This guy is actually relying on the green skin's reliable intuition to figure it out very clearly. Compared with other human beings who are holding the camera rigidly and shooting like the enemy, he holds the device in his hand steadily, and stares at the screen with all his attention. I moved a little bit, observed the direction of the sun, and finally determined the best angle, and then half-knelt down to record with this attitude.

His actions attracted a lot of eyes, some surprised, some puzzled, some ridiculed, some contemptuous, but he turned a blind eye to these, and Green Skin looked at the screen intently.

In the feedback on the screen, Kant's expression is confident and firm. The sun gently brushes his face from this angle, making the glow like a cape sprinkle over the clothes, and the soft light makes him less aggressive and aggressive, thus appearing noble The majesty, the angle of the shooting is slightly from the bottom to the top, it seems that he is getting taller and taller, as if standing on the top of the mountains, overlooking the world of suffering with compassion and strength.

In front of Kant, there is a black crowd that spreads out far and far, which looks shocking and sacred, like the coronation of a great king, like the return of a legendary hero.

There was a slight noise not far away, and another green skin holding a digital camera obviously captured a wonderful shot. Although he didn't make a sound, he looked like "I'm thinking about this photo with a special feeling".

In this silence, doubt and unease, Kant said the second sentence.

"Goths, do you know where Caronia is? Have you ever eaten the grains, fruits and vegetables from the verdant fields? Do you know what the Tuya robes made of highland white cotton look like?"

"Have you heard of St. Airan's long poems? Remember the voyages of the Adventure King Francis? Have you ever participated in a parade at the Festival of the Sun? Remember the fragrance of the sunflowers you were holding at that time?"

"Can you name the ancient Goethe Paladins? Do you remember the traditions and virtues advocated by your ancestors? Do you believe in the sun **** Sura? Do you know the origin of your hometown? Do you know the name of this country?"

The crowd is getting more and more commotion, and the confusion is spreading, this is common sense, even the most ordinary farmer knows.

"I'm not a Goethe, I grew up in another land, in another country, and I didn't know about these questions until a Valentin told me in a letter that he loved the winds of Calonia. And the sunflower of the Festival of the Sun, unwilling to let his descendants wear the robes of the elves, and never knowing the story of St. Airand and Francis, has only one reason for fighting, and is willing to give everything for it."

"He kept all his promises."

Looking at the faces that were far or near, Kant said calmly: "This man's name is Nick Valentine, and in front of him, there was a letter of persuasion from the elf and a promise of generous post-war treatment. At that time, , No one believes that Valentine will defend, surrender means survival, his own survival and the continuation of his family, and more glory and wealth, but he made a choice to sleep in the land called Goethe. "

"The people who are buried here today, and those who will be buried here, have all chosen this path."

People have been quiet, completely quiet, listening.

"That's why we're here today and I'm speaking to you right now."

"I want everyone, even this country and the whole world, to know what happened in this battle. There are such a group of people who know that the outcome of the battle is doomed, and that neither death nor sacrifice can change the outcome, but they are still here guarding Warren. Tan, guard them and your home."

"I want you to understand that this choice is not stupid or pointless."

"Because we are here, our remembrance and chanting will give this great Sunnah and sacrifice a spirit and meaning that transcends Valentine into the whole of Goethe."

"We dedicate a part of Valentine to these heroic souls who died for Valentine as their final resting place. From now on, this place will be great and sacred until the future."

"It's not that our mourning and remembrance make this hero's cemetery sacred, but these dead souls, the heroes who fought for this land to the last breath, consecrated this land, perhaps for hundreds of years. Afterwards, we have turned to dust, the world will not remember who came here today, nor what we said, but as long as they see the rows of tombstones, they will know what kind of people are sleeping in This land, they will hold their breaths, they will slow down their voices, as long as they remember Goethe."

"That's what these heroes fought to the death for."

The speech gradually entered a better state, at least Leona thought so, the girl's heart slowly relaxed, and she even looked at Kant on the stage, her eyes a little fascinated.

But then, thunder sounded in his ears.

"—I said so, you must not understand."

-Hold!

Leona was stunned, and then felt that she was going crazy, and the expressions of the other nobles were similar.

"Then I'll change it to something that you can understand."

"Since the elf siege, I have been in this city, and I have seen everything that happened in this city from resistance to collapse, and even everyone's choice."

"The city resisted to the end, and countless people died for it, but they still couldn't stop the slaughter of the Twilight Legion, not to mention the five elves that could almost wipe out all resistance forces. The elves broke their promises, and countless people cried and fled. , to die of despair, you must remember the nightmare at that time."

"Some people are still fleeing, some are still fighting, and people are dying, but there are two ways to die, those who face the elves and die in battle, and those who turn their backs to the elves and cry and die."

"Then, the star of the sky fell from the sky, the torrential rain of flames swept the earth, and the five elf battle groups vanished into ashes. You were finally saved, cheering and shouting."

"You place all honor, gratitude and credit on my head."

"Not many people remember the sacrifices of these warriors as if what they did was pointless."

"You're just cheering and relieving yourself."

"Because you think that my strength is enough to rewrite the direction of the war, and even determine the end of the war and the arrival of peace, and I stand on your side, so you can rest easy, because I can sweep away all the enemies for you, and very Happy to do so."

"What are you thinking about?"

"What are you dreaming about?"

"What are you doing?"

"Do you bow down to me? Will you please me? Will you flatter me? Will it please me? Will it pay me to fight for Goethe and keep you out of the war?"

"Is this the peace you wish for? The peace that is exchanged for flattery and ingratiating yourself?"

"Why do you think I would help Goethe?"

"Is it because of weak begging and flattery? Is it because of the pitiful appearance of facing the elf blade and daring to resist when the massacre happened? Who do you think I am? It was your prayers that moved the gods, so the messengers sent to help you Wrong? Wrong! Wrong!"

People started to riot again, the scale was bigger than before, but they were afraid of Kant's danger, so no one dared to attack. After all, everyone has seen the ruins of the battlefield. At this moment, just like at that time, Kant only needs to use his old skills. Reapply, none of the people present will want to leave.

But a commotion is a commotion after all.

However, Kant did not change his face, and his expression became more stern and sarcastic.

"I can tell you clearly that what made me fight for Valentine, and what made me resolve to destroy the five legions, was Nick Valentine's suicide note, the warrior who fought to the last moment in the city, and the one who slept here. People, the Goethes of noble character, brave and fearless!"

"It was their sacrifice and fearlessness that moved me and made me admire them, so join them and help them, so that the strong spirit and will will not go away with the wind, this is the meaning of what they do!"

"Goethes! Do you understand what I say?"

"Why do you take it for granted that you can rely on me to solve all your problems?"

"Is this my country?"

"Does this land belong to me?"

"Could it be that the knights who arrived in this land and established this country hundreds of years ago were Aurora?"

"Could it be that your ancestors who developed the land and built the city were all foreigners?"

"Could it be that the fifteen major wars since the founding of the People's Republic of China were won by outsiders for you?"

"Aren't the one hundred and fifty-seven paladins commemorated by the Day of the Knights and the Day of the Sun not Goethes?"

"Am I the one who opened up the great route and made Goethe prosperous from now on?"

The voices of denial gradually grew louder, and the nobles and soldiers stood up one by one, from tiny denials to converging into rivers and seas, the voices became louder and louder.

Kant slammed the table hard, making the strongest sound of provocation.

"—The Goethes of this land, your brothers, your fathers, your descendants, are all foreigners helping you to reproduce!"

"no!"

All the roars turned into tsunamis, roaring and surging.

Kant's roar overwhelmed all the roars and echoed in the sky.

"What country are the people who died for this city from?"

"Goethe!"

"Where did Nick's unforgettable festivals, traditions, clothes and heroes come from!"

"Goethe!"

"Who is fighting the elves!"

"Goethe!"

"What are all the sacrifices and struggles so far protecting!"

"Goethe!"

At this time, all the people who were sitting stood up, and even the wounded soldiers were supported by each other to stand up, everyone was roaring, the boundaries between nobles, soldiers and civilians gradually blurred, because the reason why human beings form civilization is because of greatness Empathy, at this moment, everything no longer matters.

Only the name Goethe shines.

In the face of the roaring waves, Kant roared: "So Goethe! I ask you again, do you want to put the honor of victory and the hope of the future on an outsider!"

There was no commotion or hesitation this time, just a uniform roar.

"Do not!"

"Then fight! Fight like them!"

Kant waved his fists and said sternly: "Only fearless warriors can awe the enemy! Can they be admired by outsiders! Help and help come from respect rather than pity. The help you get is not exchanged for prayer, but with It was earned by the battle! This is the reason why I am side by side with you!"

"Fight the elves! Defend your homeland! Like all the brave! Fight them in the verdant fertile fields, fight them in the bustling cities, fight them in the wasteland, the desert, the jungle and the sea! Until the elves confess bitterly This war is meaningless until the whole world hears your roar! Until the world recognizes your courage and will!"

The crowd is already boiling! The frenzy is spreading. Human beings are creatures of conformity, and even people from other countries such as empires stand up involuntarily and want to roar with enthusiasm - some people don't realize it, some people sit down embarrassingly, but the Goethe people are already crazy .

They shouted frantically: "Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"Yes! Fight!"

Kant snapped: "Because this is your country! Your land! Stop begging, lords, do it, fight for us, help us—never say anything like that!"

"Don't beg for mercy, don't kill us, we want to put on your clothes, forget our home and homeland, just don't kill us - and never say that!"

"Outsiders will only admire your bravery and will, and ignore your begging and cowardice!"

"The elves will not keep their promises, they will only fear your counterattacks and bravery!"

"So stand up! Everyone has to fight! You might say, my lord, I'm just a skinny peasant who can't use weapons and doesn't help in war—that's okay!"

"It's not a frontal fight that's a brave fight. It's a peasant who works hard to cultivate and support the soldiers on the front line. It's a woman who weaves with heart, so that the soldiers don't have to be cold. This is everyone's war. Do your job well. Work is also fighting! It is also participating in this war!"

"Goethe!"

"I will help you, that's my promise, but I don't need your flattery and flattery, I need you to show me the courage and will of a Goethe! I need you to work! To work! To fight! In the fields In the factory! In the field!"

"I promise you that we shall prevail! This war will be remembered in the annals of history, remembered by our children and future generations, perhaps twenty years from now, before a warm fire, when your young grandson asks In this war, you can proudly say that you were a part of it, instead of kneeling and begging before the blade of the elves - then they will still remember the name Goethe!"

"This is the meaning of the sacrifice and dedication behind us, and the reason for your fight!"

"Now, let me ask you one last question!"

"You! Will! With me! Side by side! Shoulder!?"

The boiling crowd cried, roared, and cheered, burning will and strength.

Perhaps after today, the enthusiasm at this time will gradually fade, but this is still a seed.

It will definitely sprout.

Kant faced the wind, listened and felt.

Nick, you said, wanted to amplify the roar of the victims.

You said that you want more Gothic people to hear their stories, that you want the people to remember the sunflowers of the wind and sun festivals in Calonia, and let out a roar like the victims.

Now, you hear it.

Maybe a long time later, today's wars will become legends and history, and the people who have passed will still reside in this land. In the dead of night, the empty streets and the cold city walls will be full of returning old masters. You once fought here, You never left.

So, take it easy.

As long as there are people like you in this country, the elves will never take over here.

I know what you need, so I sow, I give, and you water with blood.

Kant smiled and looked at the scene in front of him.

Nobles, soldiers and even commoners gathered around, all of them looked at him warmly and respectfully, wanted to shake hands with him, and wanted to talk to him. At this moment, people's respect no longer stemmed from his terrifying power.

Just today, on the fifth day after the end of the Battle of Valentine, Kant's speech in front of the national cemetery was transformed into beautiful and powerful words, and along with his legend, it spread to all parts of Goethe's war-torn.

even spread to the whole world.

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