"Three hundred years ago, a great school broke through the barriers of blood and was established on Phuket Island. Today, we stand in this school, on this land soaked with the blood and sweat of our predecessors."
"The establishment of this school, like the fire stolen by Prometheus from heaven, has brought new hope to thousands of seekers of knowledge who have no blood heritage and lack a systematic learning method."
"The establishment of this school is like the rising star before dawn, signaling the outbreak of modern magical civilization."
"However, today, three hundred years later, we must admit that bloodline discrimination has not disappeared from the wizarding world. Young wizards who lack talent are still rejected by self-righteous small groups."
“They clamored that ‘there are no noble thoughts, only noble blood’, and 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 establishing First University!"
"This is not the school the nameless principal wants to see!"
"Today, we gather here to let more people open their eyes and look at the dirty sky above their heads, this bloody sky... Scream loudly! Raise your arms forcefully!
Contribute your wisdom sincerely!"
“This is the ‘divine will’ of First University!”
"This is the thunder that explodes before everything comes to life in spring!"
"This is our 'judgment' against the backward forces as we represent the advanced direction!"
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On the bluestone, the tall and lanky wizard giving a speech waved his arms, with an excited expression and an impassioned tone.
Under the bluestone, more and more young wizards were watching. Cheers, whistles, and the dull popping sound of trumpet flowers after being overloaded came one after another, occasionally mixed with some bluish-white flashes. It was the reporters who came after hearing the news and were taking pictures.
Even on the shore of Linzhong Lake not far from this small square, there were more than a dozen murloc heads rising out of the water, listening with great interest.
Zheng Qing and his two companions stood outside the crowd.
Although the young wizard did not use amplification spells or similar alchemy supplies, the slight cold wind helped him very well, allowing his voice to reach the ears of more passing students.
Zheng Qing stood outside the crowd, frowning.
"I always thought that the two of them were just competing for first place." The young public-funded student clearly captured the deeper content of this speech, and his tone was somewhat serious: "Why does it sound like this conflict is tending to expand?"
Obviously, the speaker standing on the bluestone is most likely a wizard from the "Divine Will", and what he criticizes is the theory upheld by the Blood Club.
In Zheng Qing's impression, the conflicts in student associations are generally the fight for seats at the association's joint meeting, or the formal confrontations such as 'the east wind prevails over the west wind, and the west wind overpowers the east wind' at the student union's policy discussion meeting.
Worse still, members of different societies posted a few weird messages on the bulletin board, or hunting teams belonging to different societies fought tooth and nail on the hunting ground.
But now, as he listened to the speech in the small square, he suddenly felt that something was not quite right.
Lei Zhe's divine will not only criticized the Blood Club, but also the behemoth standing behind the Blood Club, the Alpha Academy - or in other words, the teaching philosophy that the Alpha Academy has always adhered to.
Unlike Zheng Qing who was concentrating on listening to the speech, Xiao Xiao was taking notes wholeheartedly - because the recording speed was so fast that he had no time to straighten the feathers of his quill.
After hearing the question from the young public-funded student, Dr. Xiao Da just waved his hand and said: "Let's talk later, listen first, don't talk."
When Zheng Qing heard this, he had no choice but to tie up his confusion and wait for the doctor to clarify his doubts.
Fortunately, the wizard's speech was coming to an end, and he was using a series of parallelisms, metaphors, etc. to strengthen the rhythm and momentum of his speech:
"...Classmates! I noticed that many of the young wizards standing here today come from wizarding families with a long history. They are not shackled by narrow bloodlines and inheritances, but bravely embrace this school.
of the divine will!”
"And they are not our only comrades!"
"We come from Baiding's society, from the shabby alleys in the North District of Beta Town, from Danhag, from the Four Seasons Square, from the dark basement of the Castle of Thorns, from the hidden camps along the Rhine, from the silent cemetery, from the bright starry sky, from
The developed wastelands and dense forests in the new world beyond Blue Star!"
"We come from all corners of the world and stand on this campus for a great dream!"
"This school has lost its way!"
"We have the responsibility to rescue it and let it find the right path again! So we have to fight for this!"
"When we fight, we can't retreat, we can't surrender, we can't give up!"
"Until victory is won, and then we can laugh and embrace each other - then the word wizard will take on a whole new meaning for all of us."
"He will not favor one over another because of his bloodline, he will not be resentful because of his different origins, and he will not lose his confidence in the starry sky and the road under his feet because of his 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 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.
A future that is real and true, full of justice and equality!"
"He is a ship standing on the coast and looking into the sea with the tip of the mast visible. He is standing on the top of a mountain and looking to the east to see the radiant sunrise. He is restless in his mother's womb.
A baby that is about to mature①."
"He is so close to us, almost within reach!"
"But our opponents, constrained by tradition and ancient shackles, are struggling and have no bright future."
"The bloodline was alive in the past. It preserved the wizard's heritage in the darkest times, like a traveler holding a candle in the strong wind, which is admirable."
"The bloodline is about to die today. In the brightest era, it stubbornly held on to its position, begrudging its huge candlelight, and completely ignored the blazing sun beyond the candlelight."
"The bloodline has no future. Just like a kappa trekking in the desert, every step it takes is consuming the little essence in its moon disk."
"If each of us throws a grain of sand, it will eventually gather into a sea of sand and drown the dying past."
"The sand dunes that eventually accumulated are the tombs of bloodlines!"
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This chapter has been completed!