The next day, it was light, and Nurda, the legged spirit, was busy in the kitchen.

The breakfast was plentiful and a bit excessive. Ten large pancakes with scallion oil, hot and sour cabbage with a large pot of mushrooms and lean porridge, Fan Wujiang felt as if his stomach had risen a circle.

After eating, feed the beasts and bubbles. Jin Dapang is now like a group pet, and after tweeting and eating melons after the lamb chops and bubbles, they are all lively around the big fat bugs.

'Chirp Chirp' and 'Bo Bi Bo' don't know if they understand the language, anyway, looking at it like that, it seems to be chatting very happily.

Fan Wujiang fed Sui Xing another [healing mixture], and the mobile phone message prompt sounded.

From the official push of the college, at 8:00, the college auditorium full staff meeting.

At the same time, Luo 18 and others also sent a message in the counterattack alliance group to summon the assembly.

The old man was going to go to the other side of the mountain and the lake with Lao Nu to find [non-clothed grass], so he simply postponed his departure until the afternoon.

Although Suixing's current situation is stable, he has not woken up yet, which makes both the grandfather and grandson unable to completely relax their minds. Qimeng is unreliable, she is still asleep at this time, and she can't be counted on.

After a lot of coaxing, Jin Dapang hung his eyes unhappily, and watched his father out of the gate of the Black School Pavilion with a reluctant look.

7:55 a.m., College Auditorium.

The crowd was full and the seats were full, and the scene from half a year ago flashed through Fan Wujiang's mind.

Time flies, everything that was once out of reach, and now he has become one of the many wizard students.

"Xiao Jiang, it's about to be a summer vacation, and I told my family that I won't go back. I want to learn boxing from you. Pei Liusha's words interrupted Fan Wujiang's thoughts.

He turned his head and winked at Lao Pei, who was sitting behind him, "We'll see you after the meeting." ”

"Well, I'll see it. Or let's all live in the academy during the summer vacation, even if the female demon head returns to Kyoto, she won't be killed in the academy. Jiang Le was inspired.

"Brother Le's wit!" Huangfu couldn't help nodding, his eyes lit up and he gave Jiang Le a thumbs up.

Luo 18 and Qian Duoduo also felt that this method was feasible, and immediately said that the meeting was dismissed and asked the mentor to talk.

Mobihe, Mao Lan'er and others were confused, "What female devil?"

Jiang Le coughed and sneered, "Haha, I'll talk about it later." ”

A deep and loud female voice sounded over the auditorium, "Quiet!"

Tan Xiaofeng stood on the side of the stage and raised a hand. With her extremely conquering voice, the students in the huge auditorium who were talking to each other instantly closed their mouths.

On the other side of the stage of the ceremony, Instructor Han Ju glanced at the more than 10,000 students in the audience and said loudly: "All, stand up!"

More than 10,000 students of the Kyoto Wizard Academy stood up one after another.

In a quiet and extremely solemn atmosphere, he walked step by step to the middle of the ceremony stage.

"Students," Sui Yi said in a loud voice with a slightly solemn face, "Colleagues and students of the Kyoto Wizard Academy, I hereby announce with great sadness that Li Yulan, the dean of the Divine Shadow, has passed away.

Please remember the dean's parting words: Our sorcerers, no trouble, no laziness, no rebellion;"

The instructors standing on the left and right sides of the ceremonial platform raised their right hands and pressed them on their left shoulders at the same time, and said in unison: "My generation of sorcerers, no trouble, no laziness, no rebellion;"

The movements of the students were almost the same as those of the instructor, and Fan Wujiang had not received the most basic shaman's teachings, but he knew in his heart that this was a tribute to the dean.

"Our generation of sorcerers, no trouble, no laziness, no rebellion;" the students sang in unison.

Then he thought: "Thou shalt not kill one another, nor kill one another for profit;"

Then, the instructor and the students shouted in unison: "Don't kill each other, don't kill each other for profit;"

"Silence!"

The whole body half-bowed their heads.

In these short three minutes, Fan Wujiang thought of Aunt Li, who was always smiling.

I didn't have much contact, but every time I saw the woman who sold roast duck, I always gave him a sense of peace.

'Your craft is really good. Also, the last jar of sauce you gave me was the best I've ever tasted in my life!' he said to himself.

On the stage of the ceremony, he looked at the students in the audience, took a deep breath, and said word by word: "There are countless temptations in the world, and there are many ups and downs in life.

Whatever happens, sadness, anger or frustration, frustration, my children, never forget that there is an immortal will in your veins and in your hearts!

I'm sorry, but the old dean can no longer protect your growth.

But!

We, all the teachers present, will uphold the will of Dean Shenyin and protect you.

And you, as the mentors grow old, will protect the next generation of shamans.

The way of the shaman is to pass it down from generation to generation, to protect our country, our home, to protect what we cherish, and to protect the people who live in this land like us.

Just as Dean Kamikure risked his life to protect Kyoto Gakuin and everyone present. ”

In the auditorium, everyone still holds a salute posture with their right hand pressed on their left shoulder.

Every sentence and word of the words struck in the hearts of most of the people present.

It's been a long time since they've taken that identity seriously.

They are sorcerers with wizard blood, and they have abilities that ordinary people can't match. However, they have long since lost sight of the root of all this.

The Nine Commandments of the Wizard of the Great Osa have long since become a ritualized dogma for their generation of shamans. The words are like a stream, but not a word enters the heart.

Will, belief, to these students, are just words.

And at this moment, these young sorcerers seem to have a strange feeling in their hearts, but they seem to be extremely sacred.

He waved his hand, motioned for everyone to put down their saluting hands, and said in a loud voice: "Students, our ancestors once sacrificed their blood and their lives in this land to resist the invasion of foreign lands, in exchange for more than a thousand years of relative peace. ”

Suiyi's voice gradually sank: "It is recorded in witch history textbooks that four thousand years ago, in the battle of the Mesopotamian plain, the wizards of Elon, Sila and other places were almost extinct because of that battle;

Two thousand years ago, in the land of Europe, the gate of the world-level vortex opened, and Hannibal, the commander of the European witches at that time, and nearly 200,000 of his subordinates were killed in battle;

Fifteen hundred years ago, in our Dongwu Continent, the door of the transcendental-level vortex opened, and all the heads of the eight major families of that year were killed, and almost all of their main combat power were sacrificed.

It is also this battle that has achieved the most powerful sorcerer leader in the history of Dongwu and even the world-Jade Dian Zheng.

Students, if you think that the wars in these history books are far away from you. Then, I can tell you that just 31 years ago, my country's Bowan opened the door to the superweight whirlpool. Back then, in order to close the door of this whirlpool, nearly 10,000 Chinese sorcerers were killed.

Among these 10,000 people, there are my uncle, Tutor Han's father, Tutor Ye's brother, and some classmates' ancestors and fathers.

The Exotics have never stopped attacking our space, and in recent years, the doors of the whirlpools have opened one after another, and the Exotic creatures have brutally killed countless innocents.

Perhaps, right now, at this moment, in a place we can't see, a whirlpool door is opening, taking the lives of innocent people.

Perhaps, you will say, every country has a [military department] and a bounty catcher.

Yes. It is precisely because of these people who are carrying heavy burdens that you have a leisurely and calm feeling at this time.

As the new director of Kyoto Wizarding Academy, I would like to assure you that I will do my best to create the best conditions for your practice and strive for the best quality of resources.

But, students, you must recognize the real world.

If, even you, the best wizard students, forget that what flows in your veins is the energy seed left by the Witch Ancestor, and forget the immortal will that should burn like fire in your heart.

Sooner or later, then, the world will be ruined, destroyed in our hands, and collapsed before our eyes.

At that time, will our descendants still be able to enjoy this peaceful time on campus like all of you? Will it still be possible? Or will there be any descendants?

Those who live in danger are worried, and those who live in peace die.

It's not that you have to join the [Military Division] or become a bounty catcher after graduation, but you have to have a clear understanding of what you can do.

Will you survive when the lands struck, and will you be able to protect your loved ones, friends, and future lovers and children?

Without being alarmist, I have in my hands a copy of the latest statistical data report from the headquarters of the World Federation. ”

"In the past three years, a total of 3,679 whirlpool doors have been opened around the world.

Among them, there were 35 level 9 gates, 372 wizards were killed, 297 were injured, and 198 ordinary people died;

1,017 gates of level 5-8, 1,235 killed, 2,763 wounded, and 2,004 ordinary people died;

2,627 gates of level 1 and 4, 787 killed, 3,030 wounded, and 2,590 ordinary people died;

And that's just as much as the federations of nations can monitor.

In those distant no-man's lands and deep seas, no one knows if there will be higher-level whirlpool doors open.

Others, which are only open for a few minutes, may have transported an unknown number of parasites lurking somewhere in the world, or they may have been lurking all over the world and retreating to foreign lands. ”

Then he closed the tablet, looked at the solemn, frightened, or disbelieving faces of the students under the ceremony, nodded and continued: "Every year, every month, every day, and even every moment, those who carry the burden are facing the threat of death.

But they are still alive every day, holding the front line ready to fight.

You might say that bounty catchers are just outlaws who lick the blood with their knives. Buying your life for those tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or millions of commissions is not a righteous person at all.

But, have you ever thought about it? It's not just the money, it's the fact that they've honed themselves to quickly grow into true wizards with the ability to resist exotic creatures.

A true wizard does not only know how to wield the power of the elements, but is beautiful and summons the wind and rain.

A true wizard is not necessarily incomparably stronger. There's a place for everyone, and so do wizards.

When war comes, logistics, medical care, combat readiness, communications, and strategy are all indispensable.

Peace, if it can last forever, this world can not need the existence of wizards. But sooner or later, danger will come, and this is the meaning of the existence of wizards.

Because you are shamans, because you have energy that ordinary people do not have.

So, if, a year later, the foreign army invades, where do you want to be in?"

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