"Don't don't, there's something to say!" the warden waved his hand in fright—though he hated the woman a little, she was his lord's wife. Pen &www.biquge.info amp; Fun & Pavilion often partnered with the owner of the arena to sneak some unidentified prisoners from the prison who were sure to be sentenced to death to the arena, and let them fight each other to please the audience and earn money, and it was the protection of this woman that made Count Leonard turn a blind eye. Now the Count is leading the troops out, and the people who stay behind are even more unscrupulous...... But it's okay to abuse his power a little, this time even the prisoners the queen wants are brought out to play with, and the plan in my heart is to rely on the promise of Duke Tully to change places after the matter is completed.

But if you accidentally make the lord's wife out of three long and two short, then I'm afraid no one can persuade Count Leonard to spare himself.

"Open the door!" the arena master decisively ordered.

The audience outside the arena was excited by this good show, and they stood up and stretched their necks to wait for the follow-up development of the incident, and some even yelled at Rhodes to strangle the woman in his hand directly. The large wooden door reopened, and more than a dozen arena personnel entered the arena in all sorts of ways and surrounded the boy, who had to drag the woman heavier than himself, and moved towards the door while confronting the large crowd.

The woman holding her in her hand panicked at first, and then relaxed: "Little guy, my husband did take away the most elite army under his command, but he still left a hundred or so soldiers in the town, do you think you can run away?"

"Shut up!" Rhodes snapped at Ciri's tone, "give me a sword, and two horses, water, and food, at the town gate! I'll let this woman go when I'm gone!"

"It's better to stay, if I can serve my sister and I comfortably, it's not impossible to let you go secretly. Countess Leonard had no consciousness as a hostage, and seemed to be sure that Rhodes would not dare to kill her, so she quietly touched the young man's thigh with her hand, and kneaded and pinched: "Think about it?"

Older than his mother and daring to call himself a sister, Rod was disgusted and tightened his chains: "Don't move anymore!"

The tightening of the cold thing on her neck made it difficult for the woman to breathe for a moment, and her hand movements suddenly slowed and she rolled her eyes.

Afraid that he would accidentally kill the hostage if he didn't control his strength well, Rod lightened the force of his hand, and who knew that the woman's hand on his thigh reached up and pinched his lower body hard.

"You!" The young man has always only fought with people in a dignified manner, how can he have the experience of dealing with this kind of tricks, he pushed the woman away in a panic, and the next second he heard the sound of the bowstring loosening behind him, and instinctively dodged to the side, but he was seriously dragged down by the anklet, and he was slower by a half beat by a slight trip, and he felt a pain in his back, and he was already shot by an arrow.

The pendant, which had been hanging on his chest day and night, and had been told not to be taken off at any time, had already fallen into the hands of others during the search when he was caught, and now he could no longer resist the arrows, and the iron arrows pierced his clothes without any suspense, bringing a small ball of spider silk underwear into his back muscles, and he fell to the ground under the dual effect of the impact and the anklet, and was quickly held down by the swarming arena thugs.

Rod felt the world spinning, and for a moment he couldn't tell how many hands were grabbing him, someone held his hands and feet, someone grabbed the chains that held his hands, he was pushed and lifted, and he was in the arena, under the gallows.

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As a child, he had seen criminals being hanged, traps falling, pads under prisoners' feet loosening, prisoners struggling violently from lack of oxygen and pain, fingernails scratching and tearing the skin on their palms, kicking their feet in mid-air and losing their strength...... The process of death is so slow compared to the beheading, and the image of the corpse is more terrifying: the crotch of the pants is wet with urine due to incontinence, the face is blue and the eyes are protruding, the tongue is purple-black due to the pressure of the hyoid bone and the relaxation of the muscles, and saliva slowly flows down it......

Although the criminal was innocent, Rhodes still couldn't accept this kind of scene, and he had never seen a second hanging in his life.

He never dreamed that he would go to the gallows one day.

When the thick and hard rope is put around the neck, the rough texture rubs against the neck skin, and all courage and dignity are lost at this moment. The rope was pulled up by several men, and he was hoisted to the point where he had to tap the tip of his shoe to the frame under his feet to breathe, and the slight suffocation made him experience the feeling of frightening for the first time.

In the past two days, when he had fought against his pursuers, he had already realized that he would die generously. The threat of death, though it makes the scalp tingle, is no more terrifying than being tied hand and foot tied and hanged on a rope in the middle of the night with a horde of skilled killers.

He suddenly understood why hangings were commonly used in the Western Continent...... Although the whole body is preserved, it is not inferior in deterrent power to any other method of execution.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the one who is now hanging from the rope in front of you is the champion of the Antelli Youth Tournament a few days ago, the new knight of Antelli, Sir Rorick Hart!"

The crowd screamed, and the previous play in which Rhodes had almost escaped from the arena had fully mobilized their emotions. At the moment of life and death, Rod trembled with fear, his already keen senses intensified, and he received every detail from all directions. In addition to the loud declarations of the arena master with magic amplification props, there were the frightened muttering of the warden in the distance, the curses and moans of the jailer who had been wounded by himself, the giggling of the countess who had escaped by petty means, the lamented sighs of the female spectators, and the excited or nervous shouts and cries of children.

"What a sixteen-year-old knight, so young and promising, but what no one expected was that he was an Assassin sent by Midland! After winning the tournament, he assassinated our beloved King at the King's banquet in spite of his newly conferred title, his oath of allegiance to the King, and his sacred guest duty!" The Arena Master, with his hands full of gold rings, cried out with emotion, "What should we do?"

"Hang him!"

"Chop him up and feed him to the dogs!"

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", he hasn't been convicted yet, he deserves to be judged!" In the midst of the shouts of ideas, a different voice came out, low and loud, even overshadowing the amplification of the arena master's magic props, "Who allowed you to lynch here?"

"You filthy dwarf, shut up!"

Rhodes looked over into the place where the quarrel had taken place, and saw someone who looked familiar: a dwarf who had shaved off the top of his head, leaving only a narrow cockscomb in the middle. The boy couldn't remember his name clearly, but remembered that he called himself the Blackstone Clan, and said that the Blackstone Dwarves would always regard him as a friend, could he save himself?

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