"Ladies and gentlemen, today is the 9th of September in the 683rd year of the St. Kyle calendar, and welcome to the newspaper that I read to you, first of all, to introduce the main contents of today's newspaper......"

Everyone was listening quietly, only the old man was amazed, not knowing how such a loud voice came out.

"Huh, isn't that Brother Bernie's voice? Brother Bernie is in this magic car?"

Rita was surprised to find that the voice was so familiar, even though she hadn't heard it for a long time, she recognized it at once.

"Brother Bernie, Brother Bernie, where are you. Come out! I'm Rita!" Lina jumped up and down in front of the propaganda van that was playing sounds.

The farmers of Wheat Ear Farm were about to listen to today's newspaper reading, when they suddenly saw a girl screaming and running towards the propaganda vehicle, not knowing what was happening, and staring at her with wide eyes.

When Rita ran to the propaganda van and took a look, she found that it was just some magic devices that she didn't know what to do, and there were two people she didn't know, so she couldn't help but feel a little strange.

"Who are you? Brother Bernie, where is he hiding?"

Originally, the two propagandists in charge of playing the sound would have nothing to do if they had adjusted the magic device, and as long as they waited for all the discs to play, they could call it a day and go to the next propaganda point, but I didn't expect to get into a girl for some reason.

One of the propagandists panicked and stopped the magic device that was playing.

This magic device is a "sound player", which is different from the phonograph used by Bernie, which can only have the function of playing sound, which is specially configured by the Central Academy of Sciences for the propaganda vehicle, and when it stops, the sound will naturally disappear.

"Brother Bernie?Brother Bernie?" Rita was still looking around the inside of the magic cart when suddenly the sound stopped, startling her too.

"Hey, lady, what are you looking for?" one of the propagandists shouted.

"I'm looking for Brother Bernie, I heard his voice, where are you hiding him?" Rita couldn't find Bernie no matter how she looked, and she was a little anxious.

It's not like this hasn't happened before, there will always be curious people who want to get into the propaganda car to find the person to talk, but Rita is the first to be able to call Bernie's name.

"Ma'am, do you recognize Mr. Bernie?" the propagandist asked.

"Of course I know, and Sister Doris!"

When Rita heard that Doris knew Doris, it must be their friend, and the propagandist patiently explained, "Mr. Bernie is not in this propaganda car, this is just his voice, and now he is still in the Ministry of Culture, if you want to find him, you can look there." ”

"Huh, how did you play his voice?" said Rita, surprised.

"That's it!" the propagandist didn't explain any more, resetting the disc in the "sounder" and pressing the switch.

"Hello listeners, today is ......"

The loudspeaker outside made the same sound that Rita had heard, which made her suspicious.

Rita blushed a little as she returned to her seat, and she noticed that so many people were looking at her, as if she had done something stupid.

The old man and several senior brothers didn't laugh at her, but looked at the propaganda car with a serious face. In fact, they had the same idea as Rita just now, and although they didn't recognize Bernie, they were very curious about how this voice came out.

"His Majesty the Great Emperor arrived in the Kingdom of Iwu yesterday afternoon and paid a visit to the sick old King Maurice VII and expressed concern for his health.

And ask the only life magician of mankind who has the praise of the 'Goddess of Life' to heal the old king, and now the old king's health has improved a lot, and he is very grateful for the care of His Majesty the Emperor.

The above is all the content of today's newspaper, and now I will read aloud the news of the Duk Mahon front for you.

The third issue of "Humanity Doesn't Fail - Remembering the Demeanor of the Great Magician I Saw with My Own Eyes", this article was written by reporter Doris......"

"It's coming, it's finally time for the reporter's article, everyone listen to it!"

"Last time, I talked about the great mage killing on the battlefield, I don't know what will happen today. ”

"Stop talking, listen carefully. ”

The peasants present were a little noisy, and then immediately quieted down again, and they all stared at the propaganda vehicle with good eyes, as if they had seen the battlefield of Dukemahon.

Even old Willie's eyes lit up, and it was clear that he was looking forward to what was going to be played next. Good

"This powerful Mr. Great Magician, stepping on a flying machine that erupts flames downward, is rampant on the battlefield, one by one the flame giant palms slapped in the group of demonic beasts, finally, the earth collapsed, and a giant demonic beast dozens of meters long was lured out!

This very large demonic beast was covered with sharp long thorns, each of which was ten meters long, especially its head, which looked very much like an unsheathed sword, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Mr. Grand Mage.

Whether it was His Royal Highness the Venerable Second Emperor Uncle, or the other great magic gentlemen on the command platform, they never imagined that just ten kilometers away from the human defense line, there was a twelfth-level Warcraft King lurking!!

If it weren't for this Mr. Great Magician who lured out the Demon Beast King, I'm afraid that when it launched an attack on the Duk Mahon front, the human race would suffer immeasurable losses!"

"Warcraft King!" The old man was shocked, when he was on the battlefield of Duke Mahon, he had heard a lot about the Warcraft King, although he had not seen it with his own eyes, but he knew that the Warcraft King was powerful, it was an existence that required a human magician to use a forbidden spell to repel it, and he was actually encountered by this great magician?

Although he didn't mention which great mage it was, the old man quickly went through it in his mind, and finally thought that there would be no one else except for the Grand Magister Algernon, even if it was those magic elders, it was definitely impossible to be the opponent of the Warcraft King.

Unconsciously, the few of them were also like those peasants, deeply attracted by Bernie's voice, but the old man was a magician after all, and he knew a lot more than the peasants.

Bernie's voice was very low, and he belonged to the lower middle of the male, especially when talking about the battlefield of Dukmahon, because he saw it with his own eyes, so it was very able to attract people into the country, so that no one who heard it felt addicted.

It wasn't until finally, when Doris finished with this article, that people let out a long breath and break away from the tension of their imaginations.

Immediately afterwards, the propagandist took out a fairly large wooden board from the propaganda car, and there was a picture pasted on the wooden board, which was the twelfth-level Warcraft King "Thorny Sword Head Beast" mentioned earlier.

"Wow, this is the King of Warcraft, it's terrifying. ”

"It's dozens of meters long, much bigger than my yard, how big is it, I really want to see it." ”

"That's a battlefield, be careful that you won't be able to come back!"

"It's amazing that Mr. Great Magician can fight such a terrifying demonic beast!"

"I just don't know which Mr. Archmagician is, and the reporter's article doesn't mention the name. ”

"He is a great magician! he is even more advanced than the magician, of course, he is indifferent to fame and fortune. ”

"That's what you're saying, that's the top of our human race. ”

After reading the file of the spiny swordhead, today's newspaper propaganda was over, and the propagandists began to pack up the magical devices and prepare to go to the next propaganda point.

In the past, civilians didn't know what a magician was at all, what a great magician was, and they were all called magicians.

People are talking about the excitement of today's newspaper, and it is beginning to dissipate.

That's right, they actually listen to these things as stories, the battlefield of Dukemahon is too far away from the imperial capital, and even farther away from ordinary civilians, even if the human race is defeated, the demonic beasts will not be able to run to the imperial capital in twenty or thirty years.

These things should be things that His Majesty the Emperor, nobles, and magicians should consider, if they really encounter Warcraft in their lifetime, ordinary people like themselves have no power to resist, so they just let Warcraft eat it.

The three children listened with their eyebrows, but the old man frowned.

"It seems that everything that old Willy said is true, since we are back, of course we have to contribute to the human race, go, let's go to the Academy of Magic!"

Now that the matter of the plant magic essence has been inquired about clearly, as long as you find the young master in the mouth of the steward of the Wheat Ear Farm, Old Willy, everything will be understood.

So the old man and the others said goodbye to old Willy and the peasants, and got into the carriage again and went straight to the magic academy.

There was still a long way to go from the Wheat Ear Farm to the Academy of Magic, and after they had eaten at noon, they listened to the newspaper reading for nearly two hours, and by the time they arrived at the Academy of Magic, the sun had sunk in the west, and it was getting late.

"There are so few people, have they all gone to the battlefield?" Rita lifted the curtain and looked at the magic academy that hadn't been back for a year.

In the past, when they came back, it was the first few days of the opening day of Oskaia University, whether it was the university department or the magic academy, it was full of people coming and going, so it was not lively, but this year it was deserted, and I didn't see a few people in total.

"The students are on vacation, and the teachers, magicians, and demon warriors have gone to the battlefield of Dukmahon, so of course there are fewer people. ”

"Zuzu, is this the Academy of Magic, are we going to go to school here in the future?" Jenina was also leaning on the window, looking at the ancient academy with her wrong eyes.

"Yes, you will also become magicians in the future, whether your ancestors are here or not, you must study hard. ”

"Then can we become great magicians?" the little boy Milu's eyes were full of longing, and listening to the story of the battlefield told by the propaganda car at the Wheat Ears Farm made him already worship the great magician.