Suddenly from the dim cell to the midday sun, Marcus couldn't open his eyes. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info's heavy chains began to wrap around his neck, and his hands were tightly tied at his sides, unable to move.

Elliot sat on his horse, holding the end of the chain with his left hand hanging at his side. The chain of the thick arm was as light as a thin rope in his hand, and it swayed gently with the rhythm of the horse's stride, making a ding-and-zero sound.

The horse's hooves trampled on the ashlar street, and the dust kicked up right on Marcus's face, and his almost white hair and beard were covered with dust in a few moments, but the old dwarf's face remained indifferent.

Elliot was not the only one who escorted Marcus to the execution ground, the dwarf was followed by a group of knights in bright black armor, skull masks, and bony spears.

Elliot glanced back from time to time. No matter how thick the chain is, it can't trap Marcus, which Elliot knows very well, and Marcus himself will not be unaware, but Marcus shows no signs of resistance at all, just looks up at the sky from time to time.

The old guy was really tired of being alive, and Elliot snorted softly and glanced towards the sky.

The black dots that were still southerly in the morning are now directly above their heads.

Elliot suddenly felt a burst of irritability for no reason, and his subordinates pulled hard, and the old dwarf was like an ordinary person who was helpless, and he stumbled and almost fell.

With a bang, the formation of the black-armored knight suddenly spread out to the sides, forming a semicircle to encircle Marcus.

"What's the alarm?!" Elliot shouted at the knights, glaring at the dwarf again.

Marcus didn't look at him, and his whole attention was in the sky.

Elliot snorted coldly and ignored him.

The procession continued down the steps and through a city gate, from the neat and quiet inner city to the business district where the Plaza de la Citadelis was located.

The crowds on both sides of the street were all drawn to this procession, and the number of onlookers grew.

"It's a firing squad......"

"There's another head to see......"

"This time it's a dwarf ......"

A chaotic crowd of people crowded in the direction of the city-state square.

"Damn the dwarves!" suddenly someone shouted from the crowd as they threw a small stone at the chained dwarf.

The stone was thrown by an ordinary person, and the stone flew in the air for a short distance before falling, and the landing site was still a long way from Marcus.

Then all sorts of debris were thrown at the dwarf, and unpleasant invectives rang out everywhere.

Elliot didn't see this, and walked slowly in the direction of the city-state square, and the firing squad following Marcus did not squint.

More and more people crowded in front of Marcus, and some yelled at him, "Go back north!" and some spit in his face, and some even laughed and poured the barrel full of filth over his head.

The streets leading to the city-state square were crowded with people, as lively as a festival, with scolding and laughter, and people did everything they could to torture and humiliate the dwarf, who they had no idea what crime had been committed.

Marcus has not resisted, silently endured all this, he looked at the smiling and distorted faces, he couldn't mention much resentment in his heart, but felt deep sadness.

He has spent the vast majority of his life in the Knights' Federation, crafting countless weapons and armor for the people here for hundreds of years. Until this moment, he felt that everything he had done was meaningless.

He mourned for himself and for the dwarves. For many years, the dwarves have given their lives to the people of the land, but they have not been rewarded for their efforts, not even the most basic gratitude.

Elliot turned his head to look at Marcus, and suddenly felt that the old guy was now like a homeless wild dog, and for some reason, he felt a trace of sadness in his heart.

"Look, what's that?!" Suddenly someone let out a shrill shout, and the crowd miraculously fell silent, and everyone looked up at the sky.

I saw a red line hanging down in the sky.

......

"The mothership has begun to drop the guiding particles! Now the ascent speed is seven! The ships are following and keep their distance from the mothership! The magic circle is in a state of preparation!" The childish voice sounded in the control compartment of the airship, and was transmitted to every hot air balloon that surrounded the airship through the sound transmission circle.

Under the airship's cabin was a straight black line, which could only be seen if you could distinguish it carefully, and it was countless fine particles falling from the cabin at a uniform speed.

These particles are metal projectiles produced by the Fog City Factory, and the material that makes up the projectiles is similar to magnesium, but has a higher ignition point than magnesium, and when ignited, can produce intense light and heat similar to the thermite reaction.

In total, more than 20 tons of these projectiles were loaded on the airship, and they were being dropped at a constant speed at the moment.

When the projectile falls to a certain height, it will ignite when it rubs against the air at high speed, so when this black line extends to a certain height, it becomes a shining red line.

At this time, Donner was holding a telescope, tracking the landing point of the red line.

A few minutes later, the red line came into contact with the ground and landed more than a dozen kilometers southeast of the target city.

"Thirty-two degrees west-north!"

Following Donner's order, the airship immediately adjusted its course and speed.

The glowing projectiles continued to be released, and as the weight of the airship slowly decreased, the airship was constantly rising. In the control cabin, someone stared at the speedometer and barometer, constantly reporting the speed rise and altitude.

The data, along with Donner's orders, was aloud by the boy guarding the sound circle.

As the airship kept moving, thirty hot air balloons followed up quickly or slowly - in order to avoid being accidentally injured by the glowing projectiles, they were always slightly higher than the airship.

Donner's eyes were fixed on the landing point of the glowing projectile, and below his field of vision, a row of numbers flickered, and whenever there was a large change in these numbers, he shouted out the numbers.

"Twelve degrees west-north, fifteen!"

"Nine degrees due north and west, speed eleven!"

In the circular field of view of the monoculars, the flashbang landed gradually close to the center of the target city and quickly streaked over, and a few minutes later, with Donner's command, it approached the center of the city again.

The brain data is constantly beating, and the deviation distance between the flashbang drop point and the battle tribe point is calculated according to the wind speed and altitude.

After another dozen seconds, Donner suddenly shouted, "Drop the bomb!"

The boy next to the sound transmission circle also shouted: "Drop the bomb!"

The airship's five control cabins, along with more than sixty magic arrays in thirty hot air balloons, were activated almost simultaneously.

A huge rock with a diameter of more than 20 meters appeared out of thin air outside the control module of these aircraft and fell towards the target city more than 50 kilometers away. (To be continued.) )