Hunting High School

"Three hundred years ago, a great school was established on the island of Phuket. Today, we stand in this school, on this land soaked in the painstaking efforts and sweat of seniors."

"The establishment of this school, like the fire that Prometheus stole from heaven, has brought new hope to thousands of seekers who have no blood inheritance and lack a systematic way of learning."

"The establishment of this school, like the morning star that appears before dawn, heralds the outbreak of modern magic civilization."

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

"They clamored that 'there is no noble thought, only noble blood', they insisted that 'the essence of education is to inspire and guide students' talents', they practiced the narrow 'freedom and justice', and were proud of it!"

"Their stubborn stance has seriously deviated from the original intention of the First University!"

"This is not the school that the nameless principal wants to see!"

"Today, we gather here to let more people open their eyes and look at this dirty sky above their heads, this bloody sky... Shout out loudly! Raise your arms vigorously! Contribute your wisdom with heart!"

"This is the 'Sacred Will' of First University!"

"This is the thunder that explodes before everything recovers in spring!"

"This is us, representing the advanced direction, a 'judgment' against the backward forces!"

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On the bluestone, the tall and thin wizard who was speaking was waving his arms, with an excited expression and a passionate tone.

Under the bluestone, there are more and more young wizards onlookers, cheers, whistles, and the dull crackling of trumpet flowers after overloading one after another, occasionally mixed with some bluish-white flashes, which are reporters who have heard the news and are taking pictures.

Even on the shore of Linzhong Lake not far from this small square, there were more than a dozen murloc heads floating out of the water, listening with gusto.

Zheng Qing and two companions stood on the periphery of the crowd.

Although the young wizard didn't use the Amplifying Charm, nor did he use similar alchemy supplies, but the slight cold wind helped him very well, allowing his voice to reach the ears of more passing students.

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

"I always thought that the two of them were just fighting for the first place." The young public finance student obviously captured the deeper content of the speech, and his tone was a little serious: "Why does it sound like this contradiction has a tendency to expand?"

Obviously, the speaker standing on the bluestone is very likely to be a wizard from the "Sacred Will", and what he is attacking is the set of theories upheld by the Hemophilia.

In Zheng Qing's impression, the conflicts in the student associations are generally the competition for seats in the union meeting of the associations, or the formal opposition of "the east wind prevails over the west wind, and the west wind overwhelms the east wind" in the policy discussion meeting of the student union.

No matter how bad it is, members of different associations posted a few Yin & Yang strange articles on the bulletin board, or hunting teams belonging to different associations fought desperately on the hunting ground.

But right now, listening to the speech in the small square, he suddenly felt that something was not quite right.

Lei Zhe's Sacred will attacked not only the Hemophilia, but also the behemoth standing behind the Hemophilia, the Alpha Academy, or rather, the teaching philosophy that the Alpha Academy has always adhered to.

Unlike Zheng Qing who focused on listening to the speech, Xiao Xiao was taking notes wholeheartedly because the recording speed was so fast that he didn't even have time to smooth the feathers of the quill pen.

After hearing the question from the young public finance student, Dr. Xiao just waved his hand and signaled: "Talk about it later, listen first, don't talk."

Hearing this, Zheng Qing had no choice but to tie up her confusion and wait for the doctor to clarify her doubts.

Fortunately, the wizard's speech is coming to an end, and he is using a series of parallels, metaphors, etc. to strengthen the rhythm and momentum of his speech:

"...Students! I have noticed that many of the young wizards standing here today come from wizard families with a long history. They are not bound by narrow bloodlines and inheritance, but bravely embraced this school Will of the Sacred!"

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

"We come from the society of Baiding, from the back alleys of Beta Town North, from Denhag, from Four Seasons Square, from the dark basement of Thorn Castle, from the hidden camp on the Rhine, from the silent cemetery, from the bright starry sky, from Those wastelands and dense forests that have been opened up in the new world beyond the blue star!"

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"We come from every corner of the world and stand on this campus for a great dream!"

"This school has lost its way!"

"We have a responsibility to rescue it and let it find its way again! So we have to fight for it!"

"When we fight, we can't back down, we can't surrender, we can't give up!"

"Until victory, and then we can laugh and hug each other and at that point, for all of us, wizard, the word will take on a whole new meaning."

"He will not favor one another because of differences in blood, will not harbor resentment because of differences in origin, and will not lose confidence in the starry sky and the road under his feet because of hard work!"

"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 ups and downs and thorns, it will never become a nightmare that hinders our progress. On the contrary, through that vague dream, we can see the darkness in the fog. A future that is true...a future that is full of justice and equality!"

"He is a sailing ship standing on the coast looking at the tip of the mast in the sea; he is standing on the top of a high mountain and looking at the radiant sunrise in the east; he is restless in his mother's womb. A baby about to mature in 1."

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

"And our opponents, bound by tradition and ancient shackles, are struggling and have no bright future."

"Bloodline was alive in the past. It preserved the heritage of wizards in the darkest ages, like a traveler holding a candle in the wind, which is admirable."

"Bloodline is about to die today. In the brightest generation, it stubbornly sticks to its position, begrudges its big candlelight, and completely ignores the scorching sun beyond the candlelight."

"Bloodline has no future. It's like a kappa trekking in the desert. Every step he takes is consuming the few essences in his moon disk."

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

"The sand dunes piled up in the end are the tombs of blood!"