This is the most prestigious academy in the Demon Realm. Not to mention that the instructors are all top masters in the demon world, even the collection of books in that library is quite amazing and long. Unless you are unusually gifted, it will be difficult to enter and study. Because the tuition fee is quite expensive, it is beyond the reach of ordinary families.

I don't know why, but recently, a peaceful atmosphere has emerged from nowhere, making the campus like a pool of still water, and serious study has become the only one.

As for what is happening in the world outside the campus every day, and how it is changing day by day, the students are very at a loss, even if they hear something in their ears, they do not pay serious attention to it. It wasn't until many years later that I gradually realized that before I knew it, the outside world was already full of dangers and the smoke of gunpowder was filled. Looking back, it was as if I was living in a foggy night, and I didn't know anything.

However, after spending many dark nights indifferently, one day suddenly a bright night unfolded in front of me, so that it is still shining in my memory and opening up a new horizon of life.

After that, he tentatively talked to some of his classmates who were very radical at the time, but the answers were vague and did not seem to impress. So, even he sometimes wondered if there really was such a night.

However, the place and the scene are clear, not fiction or hallucination. As for why those classmates seem to have forgotten, it must be the magnificent activities that happened later that erased the night in their memories. For them, that's nothing. But for him, it is always important.

There is no specific chronology in the Demon Realm, he only remembers that he is at an age when he seems to understand the world. At that time, he became obsessed with books describing all kinds of wars. As long as I get a copy at hand, no matter whether it is written by a famous demon or not, and whether it is the essence or dross, I am extremely involved in reading it, so that day and night, sometimes I really can't put it down, and I secretly spread the book on my lap in class. Later, I was infected with sadness and sorrow, hating the disease-free moaning of being born at the wrong time, and I wanted to force the plot in the book with the possibilities in reality. The family life without worrying about food and clothing also created such conditions for him.

Until one day, almost like the beginning of a story, a classmate whispered a few inexplicable words into his ear before school that afternoon. However, he did as he was told.

At that time, he, like all the teenagers in the Demon Realm, had no doubts about all the novelties, and he didn't mind what kind of activities he wanted to participate in, he was simply confused. After dinner, he told his family a lie and walked out of the house.

It was a very secluded road, and after walking a little from his house, he had to cross a field to hear the bells of the two unicorns leading the cart with tinkling bells.

He walked along the dark road, through the dark field paths, until he came to the station with glowing stones. At this time, it is the time for the unicorn to rest, so it is impossible for a car to appear. He followed the driveway east, walked several stops, and turned south onto a cross-road. At the end of the road is the busiest private park in the area. It is said that it is free and open to the public tonight.

The dense shadow of the plane tree loomed the originally dim street lamp emitted by the fluorite. Nearby, he saw a half-hidden wooden door, and there was a stone lamp at the door, and he could see the wooden sign next to the door with the words "XX Park" on it, which was the destination he was going to reach.

There are demon servants guarding the doorway. But when he approached, the servant let him in without asking anything

After he stepped into the door, he didn't have any preparation in his mind, but suddenly found that the square in front of him was full of people, and all of them looked like young people, and many of them were not low.

As he looked around, someone tugged at his clothes, and he immediately sat down on the spot and blended into the crowd of black oppressors. He calmed down and stopped looking for acquaintances, because they were hard to find.

At this moment, his eyes were attracted by the illuminated stage in front of him, which was hastily built without even a curtain. The phantom light of the stage would certainly not be as bright as the incandescent lights of the Academy Theatre. However, because he had just come out of the darkness, he felt exceptionally bright.

There is someone on the stage who is conducting and singing, and the singing is very enthusiastic and very loud. At first, he didn't sing along, because it still felt a little unfamiliar, but then before he knew it, he let go of his throat and started singing, and he sang a lot of songs in a row, which were easy to learn and felt fresh, different from the songs he was used to singing in music class. But sometimes I don't really understand what the lyrics of the lyrics such as "Yo good place on the other side of the mountain" refer to, and after singing, there is still applause in the singing, one after another, echoing each other, and becoming more and more enthusiastic.

After the singing was stopped by the conductor with gestures, someone quickly stood in the center of the stage to give a speech. It's about the current situation in the demon world, who understands? But the specifics of what he said were vague at the time, and all he received was the contagion of the speaker's voice. Everyone applauded, and he applauded.

Immediately afterwards, several short plays were performed, some of which were very exaggerated, which made the audience laugh, and some of which were very infuriating. I remember the play "If You Want to Be a Hero, Please Go to the Battlefield", it was too emotional, so I remembered it.

At that time, he was no longer able to elaborate on the content of several other short plays, and he could not repeat the impassioned and loud lines of the people in the play, but he remembered that in the echo on and off the stage, they mingled with each other, and everyone was very excited and excited.

At that time, he was very naïve and ignorant, and as soon as he got the fantasy of pursuing victory and creating something great from the books, the thoughts in his mind began to drift and become insignificant. However, on this very night, as soon as I entered the square, I felt a fever in my heart, and it seemed that a kind of vitality was injected into my body, giving him a kind of enlightenment. It's still unclear, it's still hazy.

It was at this moment of joy and enthusiasm that he suddenly recognized some very familiar faces hanging on the walls of the academy, and he became even more excited. At this point, there is no need to say hello. Because the familiar and the unfamiliar are all merged at this time.

It was late at night when the party ended, and he was caught in the flow of people, silently pouring onto the road, and suddenly everyone hurriedly dispersed, quietly hiding in the darkness, and each went his own way. The shadows of the trees, the faint street lamps, suddenly walked from the light to the darkness, as if out of a dream, as if nothing had happened.

However, there was an indelible light in his heart, like a street lamp, illuminating his night walk, which made him more courageous, and did not feel the heaviness of the night and the fear of walking alone.

The next day at school, with the excitement still in his heart, he sat down in his seat and looked around, trying to find the familiar faces he had seen last night on the walls.

Unexpectedly, in the first class, the teacher said, "Last night, some of you went to a meeting somewhere, right?" Stand up for the people who are going to the meeting!"

Suddenly, he was stunned. The class also fell silent all of a sudden, and no one stood up, and naturally I didn't stand up either. The teacher glanced at it again, and my heart skipped a beat.

"Last night's operation, the people who went to participate were blind obedience, and blind obedience is dangerous, understand?"

He really didn't understand, but the harsh reprimand made him feel timid, as if he had really done something wrong, and I lowered my head until the end of class.

It was the first time he felt mental pressure, but it was no match for the impression he had made the night before, and it seemed to deepen that impression because of it, beautiful and exciting.

Soon, the major families of the Demon Realm jointly issued a conscription order. Initially, every family resisted the conscription. Because war means sacrifice, and there is a price to pay in blood. The beings of the Demon Realm, who had lived in peace for too long, seemed to be tired of this kind of sacrifice. Therefore, the elders and parents are trying their best to avoid this kind of conscription that is bound to go and never return.

However, most of the bloody men, who were all nurtured by the night like him, quietly avoided their respective families and enthusiastically participated in the conscription.

Then, they quietly left their homes with the conscription orders in hand. Since then, when I returned to that home again, it was many years later, and everything was wrong.

At this moment, witnessing countless young people devoting themselves to the physical examination of conscription, Ning Xiao's indifferent face couldn't help but smile.

"Master," the system came to ask for credit. "I say, using this method can get a lot of guys to participate in and devote themselves to training in the war of destruction."

"This is the most common method in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China." In this regard, Ning Xiao also had to praise from the bottom of his heart. "Mobilize people's enthusiasm first, and then move on to a big campaign or rally. I really didn't expect that you would copy it to the demon world. ”

"Master," the system replied with a sense of reason. Didn't a great man once say something like that? Whether it's a white cat or a black cat, as long as it can catch mice, it's a good cat. I don't care where this method appears, as long as it works now, it's a good idea. ”

"Hmm!" Ning Xiao did not deny this.

Just then, a white pigeon suddenly appeared in front of me. It came to Ning Xiao, threw a letter to her, and flew away without saying a word.

It made Ning Xiao a little stupid.

"Master, open the letter and take a look!" The little incense burner couldn't help but prompt. "That's the divine dove, it must have come from the divine realm."

"Oh!" Ning Xiao answered and opened the letter.