We all know that words can be faked.

There is a classic old saying in the world where the barrage is located, there is a picture to have the truth, if you don’t have a picture, please send it.

Text-only newspapers are cheap, mass-produced and disseminated quickly.

But words alone made Terenas so angry that his blood pressure soared? I'm afraid it's not that easy.

Therefore, before the opening of the Silver Moon Weekly, Sarlayan used his brains, intending to enhance the persuasiveness of the newspaper by combining pictures and texts, further emphasizing authenticity.

For this reason, he deliberately asked the Royal Arcane Association through Kael'thas for a few mages who specialize in magic images.

With the ready-made ideas provided by the barrage, after a few days of hard work, there was already a basis for this, and the photographers who were the key inspirations successfully reproduced Sarlayan's conception.

After taking pictures, the engraving of the next photos is simple, and it is nothing more than spending more manpower and materials.

After ordering the editorial department of the Silver Moon Weekly to start action according to the plan, Sharlayan took the time to welcome Onyxia's return and thank her for capturing the three Dreadlords.

Onyxia immediately hit the snake on the stick, wrapped itself around Sharlayan like a beautiful boneless snake and acted like a coquettish, asking for a reward, which made Valeera's blood pressure rise.

Sharlayan was very helpless with Onyxia who was too proactive, and flicked her forehead with a bent finger.

"Don't worry, we're still busy."

Onyxia rubbed her forehead unwillingly: "Okay, you owe me."

Under Sarlayan's swift and resolute command, the newspaper office supported by state agencies operated efficiently, and the final preparations were completed that afternoon.

A large number of newspapers were distributed to newsboys from various countries who had already been recruited, and the first issue of Silver Moon Weekly spread rapidly in the capitals of various kingdoms.

Far away in Stormwind City in the south of the mainland, King Varian Wrynn also got a freshly baked newspaper.

This brand-new media product made Varian very curious, and his eyes were immediately attracted by the color photos posted in the most prominent places.

"Boom!"

Frightened and angry, Varian subconsciously punched the desk, and immediately stood up from his seat.

"It's unreasonable! This... is this true?"

"Her Majesty Terenas' most trusted advisor to the royal family is actually a Dreadlord in disguise?!"

Similar scenes appeared one after another in the royal palaces of the major kingdoms, and Lordaeron, who was the party involved, was no exception.

"Presumptuous! This is slander... cough cough!"

When Terenas saw the names on the chests of the three dreadlords, his face flushed red.

"Where's the Portman?! Call him right away, I want to refute such absurd remarks... cough cough cough!"

The distraught Terenas had a relapse of the old illness he had just recuperated, and the court physicians who had been waiting by the side hurried forward to provide treatment.

The ministers of Lordaeron looked at each other, and finally an old minister with white beard and hair bit the bullet and came out to answer.

"Your Majesty, Portman... was sent by you to Dalaran to inform Prince Arthas."

"What about others!"

Terenas roared furiously: "It's only a few minutes away from Lordaeron to Dalaran, it's been a few days, he...cough cough! Why is there no news at all!"

"Alsace has already followed the army to Tarren Mill, that trash Portman is doing...cough cough cough!"

'Oh~'

Some of the ministers were very disdainful of Terenas' stern and indifferent demeanor, and they had already seen the panic in the old king's eyes.

Obviously, Terenas has realized the seriousness of the problem.

However, regardless of the truth of the facts, this kind of thing cannot be admitted even if killed. Otherwise, where will he put Terenas' face, how can he order the unified seven kingdoms of mankind in the future.

When many ministers and workers were panicking, a middle-aged diplomat with a handsome appearance stood up.

"Your Majesty, we have just received a 'gift' from the Quel'Thalas embassy."

The face of the person next to the middle-aged diplomat changed drastically, and he reached out to hold him, but unfortunately he failed.

The diplomat who walked out of the queue showed a gem dagger with a sheath in his hand to everyone present.

"Hiss~ this is..."

The faces of many ministers changed drastically, and they all recognized the origin of this dagger.

It was the royal symbol that Terenas handed over to Nigel Portman's advisor not long ago. It was the last insurance to prevent Alsace from refusing to listen to the announcement as a prince, and it would not be used easily.

"Cough cough! Cough cough cough!"

The fig leaf that he was trying to cover up was uncovered by "our own people". Terenas was so angry that he coughed violently for a while and then suddenly passed out on the throne.

There was a flutter of chaos in the palace meeting room, and finally Terenas, who had fainted, was sent back to the bedroom to recuperate.

The ministers who remained in the chamber were panicked, and some of them communicated nervously and in low voices, discussing how to deal with this crisis.

Another group of people glared angrily at the diplomat who detonated the explosives, accusing him of not exposing such a scandal that damaged the country's constitution face to face, and should inform the king of this matter in private.

The middle-aged diplomat shrugged nonchalantly: "Does it make sense? You don't think these so-called newspapers are only circulated in the Kingdom of Lordaeron, do you?"

"Everyone can see the change in His Majesty Terenas's expression. What's the use of trying to hide the truth now? It's better to just lift the cover and discuss how to come up with follow-up countermeasures together."

"This…"

"It makes sense, but... hey~"

As the head of civil servants, the white-haired old man sighed with a sluggish expression: "Quel'Thalas, what a vicious method."

"If this information dissemination channel called newspapers is used well, international public opinion will be completely in their hands... Both us and His Majesty underestimated the newly appointed Sun King."

"Prime Minister, what should we do next?"

"Quel'Thalas can do it, but I don't believe Lordaeron can't do it. Isn't it just a newspaper? Let's get one too."

"Nonsense!"

The white-haired old man known as the prime minister yelled angrily: "Let's not talk about anything else, are you sure we can make that kind of photoshoot?"

"Quel'Thalas has already made a model, and the combination of graphics and text can win people's trust."

"Without image evidence, people who read the newspaper will subconsciously doubt the authenticity of the newspaper we publish. Even if the newspaper office is run, it will not meet the original expectations. In the end, it may only be a waste of work."

It is not easy for a person to be the prime minister of a country. The white-haired prime minister saw through Quel'Thalas' plan to seize the upper hand in public opinion at a glance, and accurately understood the biggest challenge that the power that started the newspaper would face later. problem.

To put it simply, as the first force to open a newspaper office, Quel'Thalas has set a benchmark for this emerging industry. Newspaper offices that do not meet the standard will naturally be unable to compete with Quel'Thalas on the same level. The right to speak of public opinion.

The barrage once said something.

One sentence is true, but thousands of books are false.

Is it difficult to realize the technology of arcane photography?

At least it is not difficult for Quel'Thalas, and with Lordaeron's background, it is not impossible to achieve it at some cost.

But the Royal Arcane Society of Quel'Thalas, which already had a foundation, didn't expect to apply the photography technology to the picture.

Can this be said that the mages of the Royal Arcane Association are stupid?

Of course not, it's just that they failed to change their thinking mode and think about this crop.

Kael'thas issued a strict order when the application of arcane photography technology made progress, forbidding anyone to take relevant information out of the Silver Moon Newspaper and the Royal Academy of Sciences.

This can delay other countries' grasp of key information as much as possible, and buy enough time for Quel'Thalas to control the dominance of public opinion.

"Hey~"

Prime Minister of Lordaeron sighed deeply: "Slow one step, slow step by step."

"The most urgent task is to cure His Majesty's relapsed old illness. As for the frontline troops..."

The prime minister paused for a moment: "Let them stay in Tarren Mill for the time being and wait until His Majesty wakes up before making a decision."

This old and refined prime minister is well aware of Terenas' perverted desire to control, and he will never allow anyone to make decisions for him~lightnovelpub.net~ Violators will inevitably be severely punished.

"But this..."

A senior military officer of Lordaeron said with a sad face: "In case the fighter plane is delayed..."

The prime minister waved his hand: "This issue is beyond our control, so there is no need to talk about it."

"If anyone doesn't believe in evil, even if you can try, don't blame me, an old guy, for not reminding you afterwards."

Walking out of the palace tremblingly, the old prime minister looked at the bustling King City of Lordaeron, feeling a little depressed.

‘Your Majesty, if you were willing to listen to me and not be so eager for quick success when annexing Alterac, perhaps Lordaeron’s internal and external difficulties would not be so serious now. '