I knew I was going to die, but I had to run forward. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Obviously, he understands Delevingne's methods, and he is already determined to die.

But his pace quickened to get him out of the door that no longer blocked him.

Behind him were cheers and cheers, but in the ears were the revelry of the demons of hell.

In front of you is a green plain, and every step is towards tranquility and away from the hustle and bustle.

It seems that if you keep running like this, you can really leave.

It's still free, and his hands and feet are not locked.

"Ahhh!!hhh He shouted frantically, his pace getting faster and faster.

…………

At this time, the gladiatorial arena was as quiet as water, and Light String looked at these people with some surprise.

Is it because of Draven?

The death row prisoner fled faster and faster, and after a while, he probably wouldn't even be able to see a shadow.

Light String looked at Dravine again, still with a signature smile on his face. Light Strings doesn't like it very much.

Draven has an extra weapon with a strange shape, a scimitar, in his hand? Or something?

His eyes were on the fleeing backs of the condemned prisoners, and the tips of his fingers tapped against the weapon.

When the figure disappeared, the audience said, "Oh! "A bang.

"Alright! Just to surprise you, he's gone......" Draven said, lowering his voice, putting his empty fingers on his lips under the two breaths in a shushing motion, his eyes rolling to the sides.

"Draven! Delevingne! Delevingne Delevingne! "He was going to cheer.

The field suddenly became boiling, and they expected Draven to throw the axe in his hand, what about a little cheer?

This is a must, a must!

"Ahh I hear you! Draven jumped on the head of the stone lion on a high place and shouted, "Draven is here!" ”

"!!Shh The axe in his right hand was immediately thrown forward by him.

The axe swirled against the ground, slicing through the air and the ground. The path of the axe leaves a cut on the ground from the wind.

The moment the axe was thrown, the arena returned to silence.

Delevingne maintains an exaggerated movement of his right hand straight, palm open, sideways, and legs.

Light String was really surprised when he looked at Draven's blow just now, the speed and attack strength were very strong.

Strong enough to shred his wind net.

The axe left everyone's sight after more than ten seconds, and this speed is estimated to catch up with the condemned prisoner in the next second?

I just don't know how to get on the spot...... Light String muttered to herself.

Suddenly, at the end of the line of sight in that direction, a blinding scarlet line of blood spurted into the sky.

Silent red.

"Oh!" The crowd exclaimed, and they looked very excited. But then they all restrained the excitement and remained silent.

Then a small burst fell over there, and the white axe refracted the sunlight and spun back here.

It's even possible to come back!

Light String's eyes widened as she watched the weapon fly towards Draven in its previous trajectory.

"Smack!" Draven grabbed the axe, then turned around and jumped off the stone lion in a 360-degree turn.

A bow, followed by a gorgeous appearance. Draven held his head high, ready to cheer.

"Oo!!oo Delevingne! The scene suddenly boiled, and it was nothing compared to the previous one.

Lightstring can even be seen throwing colorful lingerie into the air.

I can't help but surprise the light strings a little bit, Noxus's way of expressing his affection.

It's crazy.

Light Strings doesn't think there's anything good about this perverted way of having fun, but these people just like it.

They were cheering, men and women.

If you look closely, there is not a trace of filth on the axe, which is now used as a stand by Draven to support the ground on the ground. The light strings don't even see a scratch in the reflection of the sunlight.

A terrible person. Very ******* sadistic, narcissistic, stupid.

This person...... Noxians.

"Hahahaha!" Draven kept waving and nodding his head in the cheers and the petals falling from the sky, and so on.

In short, those are the ones who are rewarded for his wonderful performance.

"Alright, alright. Delevingne knows how you want to praise Delevingne~" Delevingne's right hand shook at the audience.

"Perfect! Perfect! Perfect! The audience cheered enthusiastically.

"What else?" Draedin opened his mouth wide and leaned over.

"Not only perfect, but also fantastic!" The audience tried to cooperate with him.

Doesn't anyone find this disgusting?

Light String looked at Draven with disgust, then looked left and right. Trying to find someone with the same expression as him.

But he failed. There were too many people, and he couldn't see clearly.

After enjoying a long period of enthusiastic praise, Draven finally made a gesture of booing.

The Light String Heart is finally done.

"That's it! This is far from the end, now that the appetizers are over, let's get down to business! ”

Then, Draven executed some of the people who sounded terrible in various ways.

For example, the noble heir of whomever family, or which executive, in short, the more noble the person, the more excited the audience.

The methods of execution are also varied. For example, blindfolded and placed grapes on top of the prisoner's head, an axe thrown to cut the grapes in half, and then a hole was made in the prisoner's back.

Another example is to have a few prisoners run in circles, and Draven will keep throwing axes in a fixed direction.

In short, those that are more exciting and fresh, how do you get it.

And the mood of the scene also made Draven get a wave of high tides.

But the light strings don't fit into the kind of performance that Noxus thinks is wonderful. He wondered why he walked in.

If you can't find Cassiopeia, don't look for it, why walk in and look at this garbage?

Look at killing? Enough people have been killed on their own.

Do you still need to watch someone else kill?

Light String wanted to leave, but he probably wouldn't be able to leave until it was over.

Let's not talk about whether the narcissist Delevin will stop it, and this group of crazy fans probably won't let him go.

"What a nuisance!" The light string scratched her hair and had a headache.

At this time, it was no longer known how many rounds of prisoners they were. I saw six people walking out of the iron gate, five adults and a child.

It wasn't a child, it was a little girl who looked like she was thirteen or fourteen years old.

It looks beautiful, like a doll. He has beautiful blonde hair and big blue eyes.

She looked like a princess, wearing a beautiful princess dress, and the five people behind her all looked like guards.

However, she is only a prisoner now.

No, death row prisoners.

"The ...... of the Demacians"