Hunting College

"Three hundred years ago, a great school broke through blood barriers and was established on Phuket Island. Today, we are standing in this school, standing on this land soaked in the blood and sweat of our predecessors."

"The establishment of this school, like the fire that Prometheus stole from the kingdom of heaven, has brought new hope to thousands of knowledge seekers who have no blood heritage or a systematic learning method."

"The establishment of this school, just like the Venus who appeared before dawn, heralded the explosion of modern magical civilization."

"However, today, three hundred years later, we must admit that blood discrimination has not disappeared from the wizarding world, and young wizards who lack talents are still rejected by those self-righteous small groups."

"They are clamoring'no noble thoughts, only noble blood', they insist on'the essence of education is the talent that inspires and guides students', they practice narrow'freedom and justice' and are proud of it!"

"Their stubborn position seriously deviates from the original intention of the establishment of the first university!"

"This is not the school that the unnamed principal wanted to see!"

"Today, we are gathered here to let more people open their eyes and look at this dirty sky above their heads, this **** sky... Shout out loudly! Raise your arm forcefully! Contribute your wisdom intentionally!"

"This is the'sacred will' of the First University!"

"This is the thunder that blew before everything came back to life in spring!"

"This is our'ruling' against backward forces, representing the advanced direction!"

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On the bluestone, the lanky wizard who gave a speech waved his arms, his expression agitated, and his tone agitated.

Under the bluestone, more and more young wizards were onlookers, cheers, whistles, dull pops of trumpet flowers after overloading, and occasionally mixed with some bluish-white flashes. It was the reporter who came to take pictures and take pictures.

Even on the shore of Linzhong Lake not far from this small square, a dozen murloc heads surfaced, listening with gusto.

Zheng Qing stood outside the crowd with two companions.

Although the young wizard didn't use amplifying spells or similar alchemy supplies, the slight cold wind helped him very well, allowing his voice to reach more passing students.

Zheng Qing stood on the periphery of the crowd, frowning.

"I always thought that the two of them were just vying for the first place." The young public-funded student clearly captured the deeper content of this speech, with a serious tone: "How come this contradiction has a tendency to expand?"

Obviously, the speaker standing on the bluestone is most likely a wizard from the ‘sacred will’, and what he is attacking is exactly the set of theories upheld by the Hemophilia.

In Zheng Qing’s impression, the contradiction of student associations is roughly the competition for seats at the joint meeting of the associations, or the literary opposition of "the east wind overwhelms the west wind and the west wind overwhelms the east wind" at the policy discussion meeting of the student union.

No matter how bad, members of different societies posted a few yin and yang strange messages on the bulletin board, or hunting teams belonging to different societies fought desperately on the hunting ground.

But now, listening to the speech on the small square, he suddenly figured out something that was not right.

Lei Zhe’s sacred will not only criticized the Hemophilia, but also the behemoth behind the Hemophilia, the Alpha Academy—or the teaching philosophy that the Alpha Academy has always adhered to.

Different from Zheng Qing listening to the speech, Xiao Xiao is taking notes wholeheartedly-because the recording speed is so fast that he has no time to smooth the feather pen.

After hearing the question of the young public-funded student, Dr. Xiao Da just waved his hand and motioned: "Talk later, listen first, don't talk."

When Zheng Qing heard the words, he had to tie up his bewilderment and wait for the doctor to explain his doubts.

Fortunately, the wizard’s speech is coming to an end, and a series of parallels and metaphors are being used to strengthen the rhythm and momentum of his speech:

"...Classmates! I noticed that many of the young wizards standing here today are from wizard families with a long history. They are not fettered by narrow bloodlines and inheritance, but bravely embraced this school. The divine will!"

"And they are not our only comrades in arms!"

"We come from the society of Baiding, from the back alleys in the northern part of Beta Town, from Dan Haag, from Four Seasons Square, from the dark basement of the Thorns Castle, from the hidden camp on the Rhine, from the silent graveyard, from the bright starry sky, from The wastelands and dense forests in the new world beyond Blue Star!"

"We come from all corners of the known, standing on this campus for a great dream!"

"This school has lost its way!"

"We have a responsibility to rescue it and let it find the right path again! So we have to fight for it!"

"When we fight, we cannot retreat, cannot surrender, or give up!"

"Until victory, then, we can laugh and hug together-at that time, for all of us, wizards, the word will be given a whole new meaning."

"He will not favor one another because of the difference in bloodline, will not be resentful because of the difference of birth, and will not lose confidence in this starry sky and the road under his feet because of his efforts!"

"He will firmly walk on the'Tao' and open up a more distant future for our descendants!"

"Students, today, I stand here and tell you that although the road in front of us is full of bumps and thorns, it will never become a nightmare that hinders our progress. On the contrary, through the vague dream, we can see the mist The future... that is true and full of justice and equality!"

"He is a ship standing on the coast and looking into the sea with the tip of the mast already visible. He is standing on the top of a mountain and looking at the east, he has seen a radiant and erupting round of morning sun. He is restless in his mother's womb. A baby who is about to mature in 1."

"He is so close to us, almost within reach!"

"And our opponent, confined by the shackles of tradition and ancient times, is struggling and has no bright future."

"The bloodline used to be alive~www.readwn.com~ In the darkest years, it preserved the heritage of the wizard, like a traveler holding a candle in the wind, which is admirable."

"The bloodline is dying today. It is in the brightest generation, stubbornly stubbornly stubbornly its position, sparingly of its puffy candlelight, and completely ignores the candlelight, there is a scorching sun."

"The bloodline has no future. Just like a kappa trekking in the desert, every step he takes is consuming the little essence of its moon disk."

"Each one of us throws a grain of sand, which will eventually merge into a sea of ​​sand, drowning the dying past."

"The sand dunes that eventually pile up are the tombs of blood!"

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