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Two days later, at the Thunder Cliff Execution Ground, it was already crowded with a large number of Thunder Cliff citizens and people from other cities who had come to Thunder Cliff to do business. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info. Because the person to be executed today is a big man, and his identity is also extremely special, a powerful mage. This kind of thing rarely happens on the mainland, because mages, as a scarce number of professions on the continent, most of the forces will turn a blind eye to their affairs, as long as it is not a particularly big mistake, they will not be punished, and the execution of a ** master is even rarer.

Whether it is for that country, the ** division is a precious talent for them, and even if it takes hundreds of years for many small countries, their people will not necessarily produce a ** division. But today all will have the privilege of seeing a powerful mage hanged on the execution table, which is a very new thing for them, and can be used as a point of conversation after dinner. The harsh living environment makes most people in this world lack a heart called compassion for life, and they use the death of their own kind as a pastime.

By this time, Ruiz had been transferred to a cell next to Xingtai, a building that was quite soundproofed, and the people who were locked in the room could not hear any of the outside world, the shouting of the hawkers who were selling drinks and snacks like the crowd of onlookers, and the noise of the townspeople talking to each other. In the room, Ruici was dressed in his neatest clothes, sitting on a wooden table and quietly reading a book. Although he was transferred with his head covered, he already knew what he was going to face. His last wish before he died was to be able to give him a book that he could read quietly before he died.

He'd read it countless times. The Codex that originally belonged to his mentor, no matter when he read it again, he could have a new understanding, although his teacher was only a high-level mage until he died because of his talent, but the wisdom of his life was far beyond Ruiz's imagination. Ruiz looked at the handwriting that was too familiar to be more familiar, as if he had gone back to his time as an apprentice, and the mentor who seemed to be a bit stern but a good man taught him carefully, this extremely talented student.

When he, like his own mentor, put on the robes of a high mage. He knew that his mentor already had nothing to teach him. Ruiz clearly remembers the relief in the eyes of his mentor at that time, as well as some hidden unwillingness, when he was just in his twenties, and he had already obtained what his mentor had spent half a lifetime to get. Too much talent will only attract the envy of others, and this is the last lesson given to him when his teacher gives him the Codex.

For oneself is far more than the talent of others. Now Ruiz has some new realizations. No matter how gifted people are, they are equal in the face of death. He knew that he was in the vicinity of the execution ground right now, and that it wouldn't be long before he would be taken out and hanged, and that he wouldn't be able to do anything about himself after being fed forbidden potions.

"He was quiet. The group came to the vicinity of the cell, and a middle-aged man with a beard like a brush looked through the small hole in the wooden door. He had already come to investigate yesterday. The height and weight of the mage were visually measured to set the length of the rope needed and the weight required for the weight. For men who have been executors for generations, execution is a highly skilled task.

Hanging a man is not something that can be done with just one rope, whether the length of the rope is not suitable or the weight is too heavy, it is possible to directly pull the man's spine off. Or so that he could not be hanged at once, hanging there to suffer the pain he did not deserve. No matter what kind of mistakes the person has made. Since he was sentenced to be hanged, it was the responsibility of the executioner to give them a crisp death sentence.

The man standing outside the hut door waited for the time to come, he had already heard the mage's guilt being read out on the execution table not far away, and the poor man inside did not have to wait long to be freed from his sin. After a few moments, the voice of the man who read the charges ceased, and the executioner, knowing that it was time for him to play, put on a black hood that he had sewn with his own hands, and motioned for the guards to open the door.

Accompanied by two guards, the executioner strode into the room. He knew that this was a very critical time at the beginning, and the average prisoner was in a state of confusion at this time, and he was so nervous that he didn't know what he was thinking. He needed to take advantage of this state of confusion before it turned into panic, twist the prisoner's hand to the meeting with his fastest hand, tie him with a rope that had become somewhat smooth, and grab him by the shoulders and push him towards another door, which was the way to the death table.

There was no confusion on the mage's face, but he did not make any resistance, and the executioner smoothly bound him up and brought him to the execution table. Rough hemp rope was around his neck, and at his feet was a movable plank, :. The executioner looked at the old mage's wrinkled, but unusually calm face, put on a white hood for him, walked to the pull cylinder of the control board, and pulled hard under the comments of the audience.

The mage who fell under his feet fell under the pull of gravity, and at the same time, the weight on the other side of the rope also fell, and finally stopped on the same level. The executioner, as always, completed the execution perfectly, and the choice of rope and weight was just right. From the time he walked into the small room to the time he completed it, it took less than two minutes.

At the moment when the execution was completed, the audience erupted in loud cheers, as well as some young people's loud and somewhat shrill whistles, and many excited people threw their items on the stage to soothe their hearts that were beating violently because of the hormones secreted by their kidneys. The executioner looked at the joyous scene, his lips pursed tightly under the black hood. He has become accustomed to death by executing too many people by hand, but here he is the only one who can maintain a calm heart and sincerely pray for the liberation of those he executes.

The executioner knew that perhaps this was his last execution, and he respected souls very much, so he did not bring the lich to give him a small pot to collect souls. The best outcome for such a thing would be to be removed from his position, not to mention that it was an order requested by the ruler of Thunder Bluff, and he was ready to go to prison.

In this way, in the midst of jubilation, the ** master who came to Thunder Cliff alone to pursue knowledge was executed by the minotaur of Thunder Cliff. And the minotaur who made such a decision was no longer in the Thunder Cliff at this time. With the help of the lich August, Mo Yan summoned his nightmare, which had returned to hell, and rode it through the mountains. In Mo Yan's cognition, except for Jones, it is the only one that runs the fastest.

On the back of the well-toned nightmare, Mo Yan carried a big rucksack, and held Jones in his arms who had drunk the medicine but was still dizzy. At this time, she had been blindfolded by Mo Yan with a black cloth, and she could only chat with Mo Yan but could not see the scene in front of her. Mo Yan did this for her well, after all, although the nightmare's running was not bumpy at all, but in this territory of Elan, which was almost entirely rugged hills, the fast-running nightmare would still make the person riding on it feel that the whole world was going up and down. If Jones, who was already weak, saw such a scene, he would definitely have symptoms of "motion sickness" and vomit all over his body.

In the large rucksack behind Mo Yan, there were a lot of field utensils prepared by Emily, a large number of spices for barbecue and some change of clothes. Because of his identity as a monster, it is impossible for Mo Yan to enter the human city for supplies, originally Emily wanted Mo Yan to bring Claude with him, but Mo Yan refused on the grounds that the nightmare could not sit down so many people, and Emily had no choice but to try to prepare more things for him, so that he and Jones could be in the wild, and they would not only eat some food that tasted bad because of the lack of necessary things.

According to Jones's mental memory, the location of Dragon Island in the southeast direction of the entire continent would require at least five or six countries to reach. Such a long distance, even if it is a straight line at the speed of a nightmare, it will take at least half a month to reach it, not to mention that in fact, because there are many cliffs and swamps on the road, it is impossible for Mo Yan to walk in a straight line, so it will take at least nearly a month to reach the vicinity of Dragon Island.

"A month is a month. Mo Yan touched Jones's long black hair and said with a smile: "I've been taking Elam with me all the time, and I'm already a little tired, so I just took this opportunity to go out to other places on the mainland to see, and a two-month round trip is also a very good choice." The nightmare rushed up a hill that was still quite high, and when it reached the top, it leaped hard, red flames burning at its feet, and gliding off the distance against gravity.

What Mo Yan didn't know was that in the forest below the hill, a man in a hood was hiding in the bushes and watching him fly farther and farther. It wasn't until the nightmare disappeared from sight for a moment that he got out of it, patted the dust on his body and white beard, looked at his hand holding a wooden staff, as if it had melted, sighed and said, "Is the body dead?" ”

The old man pulled his hood and walked with his cane down the mountain road towards Elam. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to read. )

ps: I stayed up late yesterday, and today I am very sleepy and in poor spirits, so I need to go to bed early

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