As we all know, words can be faked.
There is a classic saying in the world where barrage is located, only if there is a picture, the truth will be found. If there is no picture, just tell me.
Text-only newspapers are low-cost and can be easily mass-produced and disseminated quickly.
But words alone are like making Terenas so angry that his blood pressure spikes? I'm afraid it's not that easy.
Therefore, before the launch of Silver Moon Weekly, Salayan had a crooked idea and planned to use a combination of pictures and text to enhance the newspaper's persuasiveness and further emphasize its authenticity.
To this end, he specifically asked the Royal Arcane Society through Kael'thas for several mages who specialized in spell recording.
There were ready-made ideas provided by the barrage. After several days of hard work, the photographers, who already had this foundation but lacked key inspiration, successfully reproduced Sarlayan's idea.
Once the photo recording is completed, the next step of reproducing the photos is simple and requires nothing more than spending more manpower and materials.
After instructing the editorial department of Silver Moon Weekly to start taking action as planned, Sharlayan took the time to welcome Onyxia back and thank her for capturing the three Dreadlords.
Onyxia immediately slapped the snake on the stick and wrapped around Sarlayan like a beautiful, boneless snake to be rewarded, causing Valeera's blood pressure to rise as she watched.
Sarlayan felt helpless towards Onyxia who was too proactive, and flicked her forehead with his fingers.
"Don't make trouble, we are still busy."
Onyxia rubbed her forehead unwillingly: "Okay, you owe me."
Under Sarlayan's resolute command and with the support of state agencies, the newspaper office operated efficiently, and the final preparations were completed that afternoon.
A large number of newspapers were distributed to the newspaper boys 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 southern part of the continent, King Varian Wrynn also got a fresh newspaper.
This new media product made Varian very curious, and his eyes were immediately attracted to the color photos posted in the most eye-catching position.
"Peng!"
Frightened and angry, Varian subconsciously punched the desk and immediately stood up from his seat.
"That's unreasonable! This...is this true?"
"His Majesty Terenas' most trusted royal advisor is actually the Dread Lord in disguise?!"
Similar scenes appeared one after another in the palaces of the major kingdoms, and Lordaeron, who was involved, was naturally no exception.
"Presumptuous! This is slander...ahem!"
When Terenas saw the names taped on the chests of the three Dread Lords, his face suddenly turned red.
"Where's the Portman?! Call him here immediately. I want to refute this ridiculous statement...ahem!"
The furious Terenas relapsed into an old illness that he had just recovered from, and the court physicians who had been waiting hurriedly stepped forward to provide treatment.
The ministers of Lordaeron looked at each other, and finally an old minister with white hair and beard came out to reply.
"Your Majesty, Portman... was sent to Dalaran by you to inform Prince Arthas."
"What about others!"
Terenas roared furiously: "It's only a short distance from Lordaeron to Dalaran. It's been a few days, and he...ahem! How come there's no news at all!"
"Alsace has already followed the army to Tarren Mill, and that loser Portman is doing... cough cough cough cough!"
'Heh~'
Some of the ministers were very disdainful of Terenas' sullen expression. They had seen the panic in the old king's eyes.
Obviously, Terenas has realized the seriousness of the problem.
However, no matter what the truth is, this kind of thing cannot be admitted even to death. Otherwise, where will Terenas's face be, how will he order the unified seven human kingdoms in the future.
While many ministers were panicking, a middle-aged diplomat with a dignified 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 sheathed gem dagger in his hand to everyone present.
"Hiss~ This is..."
The expressions of many ministers changed drastically, and they all recognized the origin of this dagger.
It was a royal symbol that Terenas personally handed to consultant Nigel Portman not long ago. It was the last insurance to prevent Arthas from refusing to listen to the announcement as a prince, and it would not be used easily.
"Ahem! Ahem! Ahem!"
The fig leaf he tried so hard to cover up was lifted by "one of his own". Terenas was so angry that he couldn't speak and coughed for a while before suddenly fainting on the throne.
There was a flurry of excitement in the palace meeting hall, and it was with great difficulty that Terenas, who fainted, was sent back to the palace to recuperate.
The ministers who remained in the meeting hall were panicked, and some of them nervously communicated 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 in person and that he should have informed the king of the matter privately.
The middle-aged diplomat shrugged indifferently: "Does it make sense? You don't think these so-called newspapers will only circulate in the Kingdom of Lordaeron, do you?"
"Everyone has seen the change in His Majesty Terenas's expression. What's the use of hiding it now? It's better to just lift the lid and let's discuss how to come up with follow-up countermeasures."
"this……"
"It makes sense, but...hey~"
As the head of the civil servants, the white-haired old man sighed with a depressed expression: "Quel'Thalas, what a vicious method."
"If this intelligence dissemination channel called newspapers is used properly, international public opinion will be completely in their hands... Your Majesty and we both underestimated the newly-appointed Sun King."
"Prime Minister, what should we do next?"
"Quel'Thalas can do it, but I don't believe it can't be done in Lordaeron. Isn't it just a newspaper? Let's get one too."
"Nonsense!"
The white-haired old man known as the Prime Minister shouted angrily in displeasure: "Let's not talk about other things, are you sure we can make that kind of photo album?"
"Quel'Thalas has already set a template. Only the combination of pictures and text can win people's trust."
"Without the supporting evidence of images, newspaper readers will subconsciously doubt the authenticity of the newspapers we publish. Even if the newspaper is run, it will not be able to meet the original expectations. In the end, it may just be a waste of time."
It is not easy for anyone to be the prime minister of a country. The white-haired prime minister saw through Quel'Thalas's plan to gain the upper hand in public opinion at a glance, and accurately understood the biggest problems that the forces that later founded the newspaper would face. problem.
To put it simply, as the first force to open a newspaper, Quel'Thalas has set a benchmark for this emerging industry. Newspapers that cannot meet the standard will naturally not be able to compete with Quel'Thalas on the same level. The right to speak in public opinion.
Danmu once said something.
One sentence of truth is preached, and tens of thousands of books are falsely preached.
Is it difficult to achieve the technique of arcane photography?
At least it's not difficult for Quel'Thalas, and with Lordaeron's background, it's not impossible to achieve at some cost.
However, the Royal Arcane Society of Quel'Thalas, which had already established a foundation, never thought of applying photography technology to paintings.
Can this be said to mean that the mages of the Royal Arcane Society are stupid?
Of course not, it's just that they failed to change their thinking mode and think of this.
Kael'thas issued a strict order when the application of arcane photography technology made progress, prohibiting anyone from taking relevant information out of the Silver Moon Press and the Royal Academy of Sciences.
This will delay other countries' grasp of key information as long as possible, giving Quel'Thalas enough time to dominate public opinion.
"Hey~"
The Prime Minister of Lordaeron sighed deeply: "One step is slow, every step is slow."
"The top priority is to cure His Majesty's relapse of his old illness. As for the troops on the front line..."
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 mature prime minister is very aware of Terenas' perverted desire for control. He will never allow anyone to make decisions for him, and violators will be severely punished.
"But this..."
A senior Lordaeron military attache said with a sad face: "What if the fighter plane is delayed..."
The prime minister waved his hand: "This issue is beyond our control and there is no need to discuss it further."
"If anyone doesn't believe in evil, you can try it. Don't blame me, an old guy, for not reminding you afterwards."
After walking out of the palace tremblingly, the old prime minister looked at the bustling Royal City of Lordaeron and felt a little depressed.
'Your Majesty, if you had been 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. '
