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Volume 2 The Rise of Black Technology Chapter 242 Execution of Ryze

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    At the Thunder Bluff Execution Ground two days later, it was already crowded with a large number of Thunder Bluff citizens and people who came to Thunder Bluff from other cities to do business.  Because the person who is going to be executed today is a big shot, and his identity is also extremely special. He is a powerful mage.  Such things rarely happen on the mainland, because mages are a rare profession on the mainland, and most 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 a person will be punished.  Archmage is even rarer.  No matter which country it is, the Archmage is a precious talent for them. Even if many small countries spend hundreds of years, their people may not produce a Archmage.  But today everyone will have the honor to see a powerful mage hanged on the execution platform. This is a very new thing for them, and it can become a topic of conversation with others after dinner.  The harsh living environment makes most people in this world lack a kind of compassion for life. They regard the death of their own kind as a kind of pastime.  At this time, Ruiz has been transferred to the cell next to Xingtai. This building has a very good sound insulation effect. The people locked in the room cannot hear anything from the outside world. Those vendors selling drinks and snacks to the crowd of onlookers.  shouting, and the noise of the small townsfolk talking to each other.  In the room, Ruici was wearing her neatest clothes, sitting on a wooden table and reading a book quietly.  Although he was transferred with his head covered, he already knew what he would face.  His last wish before he died was to give him a book so that he could read quietly before he died.  That one he had read countless times.  The manuscript that originally belonged to his mentor would give him new insights no matter when he read it again. Although his teacher was only a high mage until his death due to his talent, his wisdom throughout his life far exceeded that of Ryze.  imagination.  Ruiz looked at the extremely familiar handwriting, and it seemed that he had returned to the time when he was an apprentice. The mentor who seemed a bit strict but was a good person carefully taught him, this extremely talented student.  When he, like his mentor, put on the robe of a high mage.  He knew that his mentor was no longer here and there was nothing left to teach him.  Ryze clearly remembered the relief in his mentor's eyes at that time, as well as some hidden reluctance. At that time, he was just in his twenties, and he had already gotten what his mentor had spent half his life to get.  Too high a talent will only arouse the jealousy of others. This was the last lesson his teacher gave him when he handed him the notebook.  ??For your own talents that are far superior to others.  Now Ryze has some new insights.  No matter how talented people are, their status is equal when facing death.  He knew that he was now near the execution ground, and he would be taken out and hanged before long. He could not do anything after being fed the forbidden magic medicine.  "He is very quiet." The group of people came to the vicinity of the cell. A middle-aged man with a brush-like beard looked inside the room through the small hole in the wooden door.  He had already come to investigate yesterday.  By visually measuring the height and weight of the mage, the required length of the rope and the required weight of the heavy object can be set.  For a man who has been an executioner for generations, execution is a very technical job.  Hanging a person cannot be done with just one rope. Whether the length of the rope is inappropriate or the weight is too heavy, it may directly break the man's spine.  Or prevent him from being hanged immediately and hang there to endure the pain that he should not suffer.  No matter what mistakes this person made.  Since he was sentenced to hang, the executioner had the responsibility to give them a clean death sentence.  The man standing outside the door of the hut is waiting for the time to come. He has already heard the mage's crimes being read out on the execution platform not far away. The poor man inside does not need to wait long to learn from his crimes.  Liberation.  After a while, the voice of the person who read out the charges stopped. The executioner knew that it was time for him to appear. He put on the black hood he had sewn by himself and signaled the guard to open the door.  Accompanied by two guards, the executioner strode into the room.  He knew that this initial period was very critical. Most prisoners were in a state of confusion at this time. They were so nervous that they didn't know what they were thinking.  He needs to take advantage of this confused state before it turns into panic, use his fastest hands to twist the prisoner's hand to meet, tie him up with a rope that has become somewhat smooth, and grab his  The shoulders pushed him towards another door, which was the road leading to the execution platform of death.  There was no confused expression on the mage's face, but he did not make any resistance. The executioner successfully tied him up and brought him to the execution platform.  A rough hemp rope was tied around his neck, and there was a movable piece of material under his feet.??board.  The executioner looked at the wrinkled but extremely calm face of the old mage, put on a white hood, walked to the cylinder that controlled the movable board, and pulled hard under the comments of the audience.  The mage who lost his feet fell under the pull of gravity. At the same time, the weight on the other side of the rope connected also fell at the same time, and finally stopped at the same level.  The executioner completed the execution perfectly as always, and the choice of both the rope and the weight was just right.  From the time he walked into the small room to the time he finished all this, the whole process took less than two minutes.  The moment the execution was completed, the audience erupted in loud cheers, and some young people whistled loudly and harshly. Many excited people threw their objects on the stage with force to relieve the pain caused by the hormones secreted by their kidneys.  A beating heart.  The executioner looked at all this fun, his lips tightly pursed under the black hood.  Having executed too many people with his own hands, he has become accustomed to death, but here he is the only one who can maintain a calm heart and sincerely pray for relief for the people he executes.  The executioner knew that this might be his last execution. He believed in Hades and respected the soul very much, so he did not bring the lich to give him a continuation to collect souls.  If something like this happens, the best outcome for him will be to be dismissed from his post, not to mention that this is an order requested by the leader of Thunder Bluff. He is already prepared to be imprisoned.  So in the midst of the joy, the Archmage who came to Thunder Bluff alone to pursue knowledge was executed by the tauren of Thunder Bluff.  But the tauren who made such a decision is no longer in Thunder Bluff at this time.  With the help of the lich August, Mo Yan summoned his nightmare that had returned to hell and rode it quickly through the mountains.  As far as Mo Yan knows, apart from Jones, it is the only one that runs the fastest.  On the back of the well-built Nightmare, Mo Yan was carrying a large rucksack, and in his arms was Jones, who was still dizzy after drinking the potion.  At this time, Mo Yan had covered her eyes with black cloth. She could only chat with Mo Yan but could not see the scene in front of her.  Mo Yan did this for her own good. After all, although Nightmare's running was not bumpy at all, in the territory of Elam, which is almost full of rugged hills, Nightmare's fast running would still make the rider feel like the whole world  All up and down.  If Jones, who is already weak, sees such a scene, he will definitely suffer from "horse sickness" and vomit all over Mo Yan.  In the large canvas backpack behind Mo Yan, there were a lot of outdoor equipment prepared by Emily, a large amount of spices for barbecue and a load of laundry.  Because of his status as a monster, it was impossible for Mo Yan to enter a human city for supplies. Originally, Emily wanted to let Mo Yan bring Claude with him, but Mo Yan refused because the nightmare could not accommodate so many people.  , Emily had no choice but to prepare as many things as possible for him, so that he and Jones could be in the wild without having to eat poor-tasting food due to lack of necessary things.  According to Jones¡¯ memory, Dragon Island is located in the southeast of the entire continent and requires traveling through at least five or six countries to reach it.  Such a long distance, even if walking in a straight line at a nightmare speed, would take at least more than half a month to reach it. What's more, 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.  "Just one month will be enough." Mo Yan touched Jones's long black hair and said with a nonchalant smile: "I am already a little tired of being carried around in Elan. I just happened to take this opportunity to go out to other places on the mainland.  Looking around, a two-month round trip is also a good choice." The nightmare rushed up to a relatively high hill, and when it reached the top, it jumped hard, and red flames ignited under its feet.  Gliding away in the distance due to gravity.  What Mo Yan didn't know was that in the forest below the hill, a hooded man was hiding in the bushes and watching him fly further and further away.  It wasn't until the nightmare disappeared from sight for a moment that he emerged from it, patted the dust on his body and white beard, looked at the wooden stick he was holding, and his hand seemed to have melted, and sighed and said:  "Is the main body dead? I have to speed up my pace." The old man pulled his hood and continued walking along the mountain road toward the outside of Elan with a wooden stick.  PS: I stayed up late yesterday, and I am very sleepy and out of spirits today. I need to go to bed early, so there is only this chapter, and I will not update it at night.
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