"Bastard, do you really think Lao Tzu's patience is unlimited?" The jailer fiercely swung his fist at the two of them, visible through the faint light, this fist was covered with scars, and it was more than twice as large as Wu Wenxu's fist, even if it was not an exaggeration to say that he was a cyborg monster.

The old man's laughter stopped abruptly, and he immediately pretended to be half-dead, humming and chirping, sometimes smirking, sometimes laughing, lying down and clapping his hands, immediately going crazy, and smearing his snot on the gray Mediterranean, a whole old man who had lost his mind.

"Humph!" The jailer looked at the old man, snorted coldly, and slammed his fist towards the iron bar in front of the window, "Boom! I only heard a loud bang, and the iron fence was slightly bent under the giant fist, which shocked Wu Wenxu's heart.

"Lao Tzu warns you, this is the last reminder! Next time, TMD, don't blame me for killing you two! After the jailer shouted, he shaved the two of them viciously, and he lifted his iron riding boots, kicked the iron door a few times as if to vent, and then turned to leave.

I have to say that the jailers of the Majoris Secret Art Center are really very human, although they don't seem to know magic, but with their strong physique and overwhelming strength, they can wield extremely powerful momentum, and there is absolutely no doubt about this kind of strength to manage the cell.

The damp and foul-smelling wind once again hit the window, and Wu Wenxu exhaled a breath of turbid air tiredly.

I don't know how many prisoners are held in this prison. Among these prisoners, there may be many peerless powerhouses, who are as ignorant of the world as the Skeleton Flame Heavenly Monarch, and live in seclusion here, or they may be like themselves, who live here by mistake because of unjust cases, but the strange thing is that the prison is unusually quiet, except for the occasional old man pretending to be crazy and stupid, he can no longer hear any other sounds.

"Master, why is this prison so quiet?" Wu Wenxu expressed the doubts in his heart.

When the old man heard this, he was slightly stunned at first, then slapped his palms with a smile, and said in a gloomy voice: "Except for our cell, the people in the other rooms are either dead or waiting for death, so naturally there will be no sound." ”

Wu Wenxu's Adam's apple squirmed slightly, and he leaned out of the window with difficulty.

It was pitch black, dark and terrifying outside the window, and Wu Wenxu seemed to see that in the silent cells, there were all kinds of snow-white skeletons, and they were smiling at him, as if welcoming him to a grand necromantic party.

The dead silence made Wu Wenxu panic.

"Haha, boy, you are unlucky and lucky, unfortunately you were imprisoned by them in this kind of prison, fortunately, you met the only normal person here." After that, Skeleton Yan Tianjun straightened out the Mediterranean, he swept out the window with a grim look, and said lightly: "Good apprentice, as a teacher, you will never let you be like them." ”

Wu Wenxu knew that the old man's strength was monstrous, and even the Nightmare could not be his opponent, but the War College was able to produce many people, and the old monsters were countless, if it was possible, Wu Wenxu definitely didn't want to tear his face with them now.

"Master, have you ever heard of the Xingchen Battle Halberd?" Wu Wenxu suddenly remembered the strange divine weapon, for some reason, he always missed the kind of halberd handshake at that time, and the strong fighting intent that was unstoppable, as if it was connected to the flesh and blood of the Xingchen war halberd, which made Wu Wenxu very confused.

"Xingchen Battle Halberd? Boy, how did you know about this great weapon! The face of the Skeleton Yan Tianjun full of vicissitudes of life became solemn in an instant, he shook Wu Wenxu's shoulder fiercely, his cloudy pupils seemed to be able to see through his heart, Wu Wenxu was stared at, he couldn't help but take two steps back, and said again and again: "I once held it in the Demacian Arsenal." ”

There seemed to be a thunderstorm in the sky, the old man's face was dull, he stared at Wu Wenxu in disbelief, motionless, only a few traces of treachery in his red pupils.

Skullfire Tianjun's dry lips squirmed slightly, his ten fingers trembled, and he muttered: "Xingchen is out, the gods are tribulated, the runes are difficult, and the world is not safe... Could it be that you ......"

"Bang!" The iron door suddenly made a loud noise, accompanied by the sound of the keys colliding, and the thick and heavy iron door slowly opened.

Greeted by two soldiers, light blue cloth robes covered their faces, their burly bodies, powerful strides, long swords hanging at their waists, every move, the upright and majestic of the soldiers was vividly interpreted by the two.

"Who is Wu Wenxu?" The two glanced at each other for a moment, and one of the soldiers broke the silence first, pacing forward, his iron boots trampling the hay and kicking up several clouds of dust in the dim light.

Wu Wenxu looked at the old man stunned, Skull Yan Tianjun had recovered his crazy appearance, picking his feet with one hand, drooling stupidly, this old man's acting ability is really not covered, he sighed helplessly, Wu Wenxu immediately got up and said, "I am." ”

After the blue-robed soldier glanced at Wu Wenxu, he seemed to raise a handcuff from behind his waist, and he said coldly: "Stretch out your hand." ”

Wu Wenxu didn't dare to disobey, and soon, the rusty handcuffs cuffed his hands, and there was a stiff and cold touch from his wrists, which stimulated him very uncomfortable.

Just when Wu Wenxu thought that he was done, without warning, there was a strong pain in his waist, and before he could think, he fell straight to the ground.

Wu Wenxu felt that his waist was about to tear, he took a mouthful of dust, and he could vaguely hear the blue-robed soldier sneering in his ears.

"Shattered!" The blue-robed soldier spat heavily at Wu Wenxu's hand, and he trampled on Wu Wenxu's back with his feet wearing iron boots, regardless of whether the young man could hear clearly, and said viciously: "Stinky boy, you actually dare to plot against our Lord Gu Qinwu and try in vain to steal the divine soldiers, you really ate the bear's heart and leopard gall, and you will be on the execution ground later, but you will feel good." ”

After that, the soldier's iron boots left the young man's back, and kicked at his soft help, Wu Wenxu snorted, only to feel that the help bone seemed to be broken, like a broken kite, and rolled weakly to the corner.

Dry! Lao Tzu, who did you offend!

Wu Wenxu coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the blood stained the hay red, which was shocking. He grasped the ground weakly with his fingers, trying to stand up with his chest cage, but every time he exerted force, a tearing pain came from his waist, and the boy gritted his teeth, and finally fell to the ground limply.

"Let's take him away." The soldier standing straight in front of the door was a little unbearable, he paced forward and helped Wu Wenxu up. If he hadn't heard the description of Chief Demacia's power Galen, no matter how he imagined it, he would never have guessed that the murderer would be a powerless teenager.

Wu Wenxu's body was not strong, Fang was engraved by the old man after the skull flame array, and suffered such a blow, the young man coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, and without thinking about it, he fainted in a groggy state.

"Hey, hey, little brother, go all the way." Skull Yan Tianjun took a self-slap and smirked in the corner of the wall, he didn't look at Wu Wenxu again from beginning to end, just drooling, his eyes were scattered and dull.

The strong wind swept by, and the iron door clanged, bringing a heavy and oppressive echo, and some unknown emotions, reunited.

The old man was left alone in the small cell, and he turned around and decadently touched the burning mark on the iron door, and touched it, and in the blink of an eye, the old tears were full of tears......

There is a rainbow in the clear sky, and the colors are beautiful.

Wu Wenxu woke up, his eyes blinking tiredly, and his ears were full of noisy shouts, which were extremely fanatical, even more enthusiastic than the shouts of the crowd watching the mirror war in the League of Legends.

Where is this? Wu Wenxu, who was pierced by the strong light, couldn't open his eyes for a while, he shook his head groggily, and suddenly, an unusually cold feeling invaded from the top of his head, spreading all over his body, and he suddenly sneezed.

Wu Wenxu licked his lips, this liquid seemed to be water......

"Who is so lacking in virtue!" Wu Wenxu roared angrily, he wanted to wave his fist, but found that his hands were tightly tied with hemp rope, and the more he struggled, the more compact he became, and he couldn't move a bit.

Looking up, there is a holy blue sky above, blue as a wash, white clouds are long, showing depth and vastness, and from time to time there are a few flying horses skimming the sky, like a dream, washing the soul.

If it were in normal times, in such weather, Wu Wenxu would definitely stretch his body, breathe deeply, and then be in a good mood and praise the blue sky loudly. But at the moment, he couldn't be happy anyway.

Wu Wenxu was kneeling on the edge of a stone platform, surrounded by iron-clad Demacian soldiers, banners flying, their blue robes dancing, spears in hand, and majesty written on their resolute faces.

Further back, there was an angry crowd of people who were in high spirits, raising their fists in the air, their faces flushed, as if they wanted to kill them with their own hands.

It's bitter, it's bitter, what's going on?

Wu Wenxu was speechless, he could only face depressed, he withdrew his wandering gaze, and when he looked straight ahead, his eyes suddenly froze.

The man who is high on the stage with the eyes of a double goshawk, who would it be if it wasn't Galen!

Wu Wenxu stared at Galen blankly, he couldn't figure it out, why did Galen, who has always been known as justice, reverse black and white and treat himself like this? Could it be that Brother Gu Qinwu died of serious injuries and lost the evidence to prove his innocence?

Facing Wu Wenxu's clear gaze, Galen's expression was a little unnatural, and he buried his chin in the heavy armor, this invincible general in gold armor did not dare to look at people for the first time in his life.

Galen tapped his index finger lightly, and with a half-sound, he slowly closed his eyes, clenched his fists with his five fingers together, and said solemnly: "In view of Article 11 of Chapter 3 of the Law of Debang, whoever maliciously harms an officer and robs an army depot shall be sentenced to death!" ”

The indignant crowd was silent, the world seemed to stand still, and for a moment, only flags flickered and birds chirped.

"Wu Wenxu, what do you say?" Galen's eyes were closed, his fingers trembling slightly, but his voice was not out of tune, and the solemn and majestic words spread through every corner of the surroundings.

"Death, death penalty?" Wu Wenxu was dumbfounded.