The restoration of the old Noxian nobility a few days earlier had a very limited impact on the city, and the most destructive group of people stopped and left before the operation began, leaving only a few private soldiers with swords in their hands, and after the regular army advanced step by step, and the initiator gave the head, they added very limited results and were quickly divided and defeated. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The arson behavior of a few crazy people before the law was nothing more than burning their own castles and property, and it had little to do with the general public.

The greatest impact on ordinary citizens was the many 'accomplices' captured in the subsequent purge.

Because of the number of old aristocrats 'involved', the entire prison of Noxus was overcrowded, and even the prison toilets were, to put it mildly, to use no exaggeration to hold the rebels.

And the hero who spread the effects of the Restoration to ordinary citizens was none other than Draven. The wonderful 'performances' of the past few days have earned him the title of 'Glorious Executioner'.

Although he managed to show his genius to all Noxians in the days after the capture operation, Draven's behavior caused a lot of headaches for his brother Darius in the military camp outside the city.

Darius, who was about to leave for the second time to the front line of 'De and No', looked at the report of his intelligence officer, rubbed his brows helplessly, and after a while, he said to his subordinates who were waiting for orders: "Okay, you go down first." If there is any other important information, please let me know. ”

"Yes! Your Excellency Legion Commander. ”

After the reporting intelligence officer left the room, Darius slapped the thin paper with Draven's 'achievements' in just a few days on the table.

Eight hundred and thirty-seven!

It was all executed by his showy brother!!

And it is also a good deed done in the most famous arena in Noxus, in front of all the citizens who are willing to buy tickets to watch!!

Of course, Draven called this a kind of performance, the art of execution, and he did make the monotonous execution a favorite performance for the citizens to watch after drinking and tea.

This madness culminated today, when at noon, Draedne successfully challenged the execution of a hundred prisoners - and it is said that it will continue to rise tomorrow.

This was of course welcomed by the ruling authorities, and the junta, led by General Svein, was struggling with the overcrowded prisons, and they were happy to see some 'rebels' who had only been briefly interrogated die under Draven's knife before appealing.

So there was the rumor that was widely circulated throughout the city, that Darius, the leader of the young officers who had participated in the suppression, had given up his prejudices and stood behind the general, and the two had reunited into a cohesive whole, otherwise his brother would not have worked so hard to eradicate these 'rebels' for the general.

But the truth is far from what it seems, what made Darius participate in the repression was only the belief that the military was to obey orders as their duty, although the old aristocracy was his natural enemy as a member of the military government, Darius has always disapproved of such a careless disregard for human life.

Durlevingne, who had no choice but to do what he was used to, had the support of the great general Svein this time, and he didn't take his words as a brother seriously at all.

The most troublesome thing is that Draven doesn't care at all about what kind of message he is sending to the outside world.

If it only affected the reputation of the two brothers, Darius would not have had such a headache. What alarmed him the most at the moment was that many of the middle and lower-ranking officers in the legion believed in the rumors of his alliance with the general, and if it were not for the imminent departure, perhaps many officers would have accepted the invitation of their colleagues and transferred to the expeditionary force.

After all, it is the desire of every Noxian soldier to make a contribution.

However, there is no end to the sky, and there is an eerie atmosphere floating in the overcrowded Noxus prison.

"Brother Vega, don't be soft-hearted when you start later, these guys are not only heinous, but also related to your and all of us's lives!"

"Fuck off! Less TM fart here! In the dungeon, the person who spoke just now was slapped away, and his place was occupied by another guy with some status, only to see this guy who was still full of vicious expression just now, suddenly changed his face, nodded at a not tall figure in front of him, and said: "Grandpa Vega, your life was saved by you, and the brothers will listen to you in the future, for a while...... You old man, don't be merciful......"

This guy's words, in exchange for being slapped open, the person's big eyes, m, I thought you could say a fart, didn't you also want to hug the mage's thighs.

"Yes! Hahaha! ”

In a crowd gathered by the door of the dungeon, the half-figure that everyone was expecting, replied to these agitated people with a sharp voice.

Affected by the aftermath of the restoration of the old nobility of Noxus, in addition to the general public, there are also prisoners who were originally locked up in prisons.

The poor fellows were evicted from their 'comfortable' cells and locked up in dungeons for particularly felony criminals.

What a hell it was: no sunlight, no toilets, and the dungeon inmates had to endure living in a waste of floating excrement, and breathing only through the tiny vents in the gates, and the foul air in the prisons that had complained so much was now a treasure for these guys.

Only a very limited amount of 'water' provided by the guards can be obtained from the cracks in the door every day to prolong life. The occasional blinding rat that leads to the dungeon has become a straining commodity - a hungry person can eat anything, but a rat that looks a little wet is nothing.

What surprised the prisoners who had been driven into the dungeon by the fish in the pond was that there was a 'native' in such a hell - a crazy yodeler.

No one knows how long the yodeler has been in the dungeon, but they know that if they continue to stay in the dungeon, within a week, someone will follow in the yodeler's footsteps.

It could only be described as hell, and if a yodeler like this one were to be held alone in a dungeon with no light, most of them would think they would collapse after only three days.

All of this took a turn for the better with the first old nobleman to be imprisoned, who not only informed the prisoners of why they were imprisoned in the dungeon, but also told everyone what fate awaited them: either they would be reduced to dry bones in the dungeon or sent to the Colosseum for execution.

Unless...... Everybody votes with him.

New prisoners can't get through the crack in the door, so that's the only chance the guards will open the door, and it's more intimidating than the gleaming spears in the hands of the guards, and there's always a chance of success.

Especially when a certain guy who has become mentally crazy runs to provoke the mysterious yodeler, a blazing flame of hope ignites in the hearts of all the prisoners - this yodeler named Vega is a powerful black magician!

"I smell death......"

. (To be continued.) )