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"Who's that guy?" he asked, turning to Hawke.

"I haven't seen it, it's Droglis's men. Where the hell has Ola gone?" Hawke's face was equally confused......

No one entered the cell until dark, and just as Dryedo wondered if Drogris was going to leave them here to rot, the door slammed open. I saw a few guys with lanterns, and the one who walked in the front was Dragoris.

The tyrant's presence made Dildedo's eyes widen, and he stared at Drogris without blinking, trying to judge his intentions from every subtle reaction of his body.

Zogris looked a little tired, his face was not pale, his lips were slightly pale, the same as when he had met him in the verandah during the day, and as soon as he entered the cell, he went straight to the cell.

At this moment, the fellow who had been thrown in earlier was still lying on his stomach, and the two men opened the cell door and set him up, and he woke up slowly, and as soon as he saw Drogris he rushed forward excitedly, as if to pounce and bite Droglis. It's a pity that this man's hands were cut behind his back, and no matter how long his neck stretched, he couldn't touch a single hair of Droglis. He spat at Drogris again, and Drogris looked at him with a smirk, not even moving, and the spit obviously failed to reach him.

"You son of a bitch!" the prisoner scolded.

"You poisoned both the old man and the child, and you deserve to be betrayed!"

The smile on Droglis's face gradually froze, and he suddenly grabbed this man's neck, gritted his teeth, and said: "How dare you say that? You short-sighted rat star! Look at where you stand! Everything I do is for this place, for the sake of being respected here, and for outsiders to know that the sentry arrows are not a group of dispensable miscellaneous pieces that are no different from birds and beasts!"

The man rolled his eyes at the choke of Droglis, who only let go of his fingers when he was about to die. He looked at the man's appearance of coughing and panting, and said coldly: "I can take your life immediately, but that is unfair, you will be judged in front of everyone, and besides, ......"

Drogris suddenly smiled cruelly.

"I promise you won't go on your own road, there will be a few people who will be with you and help you see what a person does will bring!"

"You arrested them, no! they're all innocent!" the man became agitated again, and this time, his voice trembled, visibly startled by what Drogris had hinted at.

Drogris waved his hand in disgust, and the man began to curse loudly again as he was dragged out of the cell, and Drogris only looked back at him, and the two guards who held him up gagged him.

A play in front of him made Dildedo stammer, and when he came to his senses, he saw Drogris looking at them. He frowned slightly, his expression like that of a chef facing a table full of ingredients and thinking about how to cook a good meal.

Diredo glanced nervously at a few of his companions, and Wall, who had been crouching beside Silris, got up to meet him. He shoved Hawke away, and then grabbed the iron grate with both hands and approached Drogris, looking him straight in the eye.

"I want the woman in the back to get out of here alive, what do you want?" Wall asked.

Drogris looked at Wall with a blank face, and he watched until Wall couldn't help but slap the iron fence before he spat out a word.

"I think...... It's a bit cold in this place, you need to have a fire......"

Soon after the "crazy words" were finished, the scorching light of fire reflected Dileido's face.

By this time, everyone had moved from their cells to the prison cart. The car was so small that it was impossible to stand up straight when locked inside, but fortunately there were two narrow planks in the cage that were laid close to the ruts, and could be used as a bench to rest on his feet, and Wall sat on this "stool" with some difficulty. He put his arms around Celess and held her tightly in his arms, as if to shield her from all damage, but although he could cover Silris's eyes, he could not prevent some terrible sounds from reaching her ears.

Just a dozen paces away from the crowd, the man in another prisoner's car fell into hell. The carriage was covered with firewood and sprinkled with oil, and Drogris ordered the torches to be thrown on it, and the whole prison cart was turned into an oven. Today, the prisoners trapped in it are no longer distinguishable from men and women, and some are only still moving and struggling with flames and terrible wails.

Unable to bear to witness this desperate sight any longer, Diledo turned his head to the side of his gaze over the crowd around the execution ground. He couldn't count the number of spectators down there, but there was silence all around, no one reprimanded, no one exclaimed, not even a single laugh. Everyone seemed to be shocked by the atrocities in front of them, and they were like they were swayed by "heaven", prostrate themselves at the feet of the powerful.

"Why?" said Dildeaux. He felt the silence of the crowd gnawing at his heart bit by bit.

"Why did you do this?" said Drydo, looking at Zogris again.

The tyrant stood expressionlessly not far away, seemingly indifferent to what was happening before him. Dildedo lost his mind all of a sudden, and he slammed the railing of the prisoner cart, and then pointed at Drogris and asked, "You say it's for this place, but whoever gets in your way, you kill whom, after all, you just want to change this place according to your own nature, and then you feel better?"

The bold rebuke drew all eyes to him, and the guards guarding the cart pointed their weapons at Drydo, as if they were about to stab the knife into the cage to prevent Drydo from continuing to babble. Hawke stood up excitedly, but the space in the cage was too small to turn around.

At this moment, Drogris suddenly stopped his subordinates. He approached the prisoner cart with a funny face, then looked at Diredo and asked, "Don't you also want the sentry arrow to change according to your expectations?"

Diredo was stunned for a moment, and he realized that Drogris seemed to be right, and that he had changed from one "owner" to another, wasn't it because these people had not led the sentry in the direction he wanted, and what he had done was for himself...... To make yourself feel good?

"No, it's not ......" Diredo shook his head.

"And what do you expect?" asked Drogris.

"I don't know...... Listen around. ”

Diredo frowned and pleaded, "Please, listen to what is left around you......!

After a few moments of silence, Drogris walked back to where he had been. He raised his arm to his subordinates, and one of the guards nodded knowingly. The man brought the torch and told the others to place firewood under the car of Diredo and the others.

Suddenly, a nightingale's cry sounded above everyone's heads, and then a chirping spoon fell on the roof of the prison cart where Diredo and the others were kept.