Chapter 16: Swamp Academy

Huameng came early in the morning to pick up his younger brother from school. He Xi slowly walked away from the practice room, and turned back after a few steps, hoping to see Jun Mo come out to say goodbye or see him off. But he had a hunch that Jun Mo would not appear. In the past five years, Junmo has not only been He Xi's teacher, but also his friend, and they have almost nothing to talk about. Now that he is about to leave the place where he has been for five years, since he can't wait for him, he will inevitably feel a little lost in his heart.

In the end, he shrugged helplessly, followed the painting dream out of the city gate, and slowly began to move forward, taking the first step in his unknown future.

In the darkness, a pair of eyes watched intently as Huameng and He Xi left Shadow Mist City. Qi Qi quietly leaned against a withered tree, maintaining the same posture as in the past few days, observing the Shadow Mist Palace without moving.

Qi Qi thought back to the prosperity of Ghost Tiger City, when the Ghost Tiger Clan perished, he was just a student who followed behind the black-robed man, and in twenty years, he learned how to suppress loneliness and despair. He had spent twenty years inquiring about his enemies, and twenty years had not been able to diminish the anger in his heart in the slightest.

He Xi was dressed in aristocratic clothes, and at the suggestion of Hua Meng, he stuffed a dagger in his boots, and then strode up to the place where he was about to live and study in Da 6, and came to the huge courtyard gate, calmly facing the two academy guards.

Dozens of young demon students gathered around the academy, but He Xi didn't bother to deal with them at all. Three huge school buildings caught his eye. To his left is the school building, where he will study for the first half and last year.

Directly in front of it, in the middle of the other buildings, is the Higher Education Academy, a teaching building carved out of rock in the image of a giant demon king. In the eyes of all students and teachers, this is the most important building in the academy, usually reserved for the most outstanding students, and only those who are outstanding High Demon Clans are qualified to enter and study in it.

Although the Demon King Sect is the most important building, for the current He Xi, the most important building is the circular Martial Arts Academy on his right, the Warrior's Academy, which is He Xi's home in the next nine years. Only now did he realize that the people in the square were his classmates who were going to train with him.

"Hello. A voice came from behind He Xi. Turning to look, He Xi saw a student who arrived at the same time as him, the other party was uncomfortably stroking the dagger and long sword at his waist, looking even more nervous than He Xi.

"I'm Juventus of the Nolan family, the fifteenth family. The freshman said.

"Hello, I'm He Xi from the Shadow Mist Clan, the Ninth Family. He Xi replied according to the etiquette taught by the family.

"It's an honor to know you, you're a nobleman. Juventus knew what the top 10 families symbolized, so they immediately bowed deeply.

He Xi had already begun to like this place, and when he remembered his usual treatment in the family, he almost forgot that he was a nobleman. However, just after the pride touched by Juve's actions, the appearance of the academy teachers brought all this back to the way it was.

He Xi saw Ling Feng, who had a close relationship with his family, in that team, and had warned him because of the condensation of the matter, he had to pretend not to know him, and he didn't expect any special treatment. So He Xi obediently did so, but just looked at it twice. When the sound of the magic whip tearing through the air sounded, and the teachers began to warn the students who were lagging behind, He Xi, like all the new students, rushed into the martial arts academy in a swarm. They were then led down a wide hallway, and arranged in an oval room.

"All stand up. One of the teachers yelled. From the right of the group of students, he noticed two students whispering. Then he conjured a magic whip in his hand, and with the sound of energy bursting, it suddenly left a smoking blood mark on one of them. The whole room fell silent in disbelief.

"I'm Kovo, and I'm your history teacher and instructor. For eight hours a day, this is your classroom, and you are not allowed to bring any weapons or contraband into this place!" said Corvo in a deep voice.

Corvo began to pace around the classroom to make sure every student was listening to him. "You're demons. He adjusted his voice for a moment, and continued, "Do you know where you came from, and the history of your race? The Demon Realm is not our home since ancient times, once upon a time, we lived in the place that is now called the Human Realm!" he suddenly turned his head and looked at He Xi.

"Do you know the human world, you, you, or you?" said Corvo, looking around at the others.

He Xi subconsciously shook his head, and so did several other people.

"It's a scary and beautiful place. Kovo continued, turning to face all the students. "Every day, the thing called the sun rises in the sky, radiating a dazzling and vicious light. And the human race, a despicable species with the protection of the Heavenly Divine Race, would be extremely active at that time, and the whole world would have their figure. He was impassioned, as if he were in the middle of it.

The students also listened excitedly to his pompous remarks.

"At night, after the sun sets, we can only appear with those demon clans and a few ghost clans, and that is our time. ”

"Then why can those despicable Terrans enjoy the human world alone!" a student suddenly interrupted Kovo's speech.

Corvo looked at him seriously, suppressed the anger in his heart and replied, "Quiet, listen to me." We used to be friends with the Demon Race, the Elven Race, and the Protoss, but that was just what we thought, and we had no idea how cunning and dangerous they were. Suddenly one day they started driving us away and slaughtering us, even the old man and the children!"

"Those ugly gods and despicable terrans hunt us down in the human world, our ancestors have always prayed for peaceful coexistence, but countless corpses and blood of their kindred are the cruel answer they have told us!"

He paused for a moment, a hideous smile gradually emerging from that sad, angry face. "But, then, our great demon god! it was he who led our demon race to open up the demon world and establish this world. Let us thrive to this day!"

"Chiyou Demon Ancestor!" everyone replied in unison.

"Yes, we are all his descendants, we are a noble race, we are the rulers of all desires, and one day in the future we will get back everything we have lost!" said Corvo, continuing his impassioned speech.

He Xi sat quietly and listened to every word and sentence that this clever history teacher said. He Xi, like the rest of the students, was completely controlled by the history teacher's pompous and gushing words. Corvo has been a history teacher at the academy for more than two hundred years, and his fame and eloquence are beyond the reach of ordinary people, and the academy's top brass is well aware of the value he can bring.

The same lessons continue day after day, and hatred, desire, power, and battle are endlessly instilled in the minds of the students. The long and tedious classes in the classroom leave students with no extra time to communicate. In the academy, in addition to the knowledge courses about the demon world, they also have to study the relevant knowledge of various races.

Late one night, He Xi sat on the quilt, holding the scimitar in front of his eyes, recalling those times when he trained and fought with Junmo.

"We're going to have five hours to go back to class, let's rest early. Juve reminded him on the bed next to him.

"I feel a little sluggish, my knife seems to be heavier now, and the sense of control that I used to have is almost gone. He Xi said quietly.

"In ten or so days there will be tournaments, and when that time comes, you will be able to regain control of them! Don't worry, the time lost in this period of written knowledge will soon be made up. For the next nine years, you and your two swords will be inseparable. Juve responded.

He Xi withdrew the scimitar from its scabbard and lay down. He began to look forward to the coming days, what would come his way.

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