Chapter 272

The nobles present suddenly aroused their spirits, and many civilians suddenly realized it.

At this moment, they understood the meaning of the fire in the real Huihe town.

Zachary stands in the middle of the stage, and the others slowly approach Zachary.

Some stood on both sides, some sat on the ground, and others were dying.

Zachary looked at the distant sky and recited poems like an ordinary drama.

"Even if you live in the gutter, you have the right to look up to the stars."

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"No matter how long the night is, the day will come."

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"I have never loved the world, and it is the same to me. But I will always love everyone in the world. "

Finally, Zachary held a torch in one hand and a sword in the other.

"I'm not a bipedal sheep, I'm hausen."

"I'm not a robber, I'm Taylor."

"I'm not a mob, I'm Doris."

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Forty three people reported their names in turn.

Everyone finished his name and committed suicide immediately.

Finally, Zachary put his sword across his neck.

"I'm not a beast, I'm Zachary."

With that, Zachary cut himself with his sword and the torch fell.

Hoo

The phantom flame ignites, burns everyone, burns the whole hall, burns the whole stage.

The red stage has become the brightest place in Athens.

Some people even step back for fear of being ignited.

Then the illusion reappeared.

The audience was surprised to see that a light curtain appeared on the stage, and the light curtain appeared in the burning Huihe Town, which was farther and farther away.

Finally, Athens appears in the picture.

Under the starry sky, on the wall of Athens, soldiers looked at grey River town.

The fire blazed into the sky.

Finally, a line of words appeared on the light curtain.

Life is like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.

Many people are immersed in the emotion of drama, but a few soldiers and magicians have huge waves in their hearts.

The last magic light curtain is not magic at all. It is the magic image record of the day when Huihe town burned.

It's not a drama, it's a real flame.

"Kill Andre!" Holt suddenly roared.

"Kill Andre!" Many people roared along.

"Kill Andre!" Countless civilians roared.

People shouted and cried.

On that roof, many nobles looked at Andre.

Andre's face was darker than the bottom of the pot.

After a long time, he breathed out slowly.

"It's a beautiful day. Let me see these Dalits struggling like maggots, so insignificant, but so hard. Unfortunately, there are so many Dalits. Su Ye is the only one who really dares to kill the nobility, and Su ye will die soon. Just like this wine cup... "

Click

Andre smiled, loosened the pieces of his glass and walked away slowly.

Everyone saw the cold in his eyes.

The illusion of the stage dissipated, and all the actors stood on the stage and bowed to the audience.

The actor playing Zachary's eyes were red. He took a deep breath and said slowly: "this play is written according to the 'grey River town uprising' which is rarely known. But we didn't expect that its author, the great Su ye, killed a despicable aristocrat in the arena on the same day as Zachary. Now, Su Ye is being treated unfairly, but I have nothing to do. I can only say that we should remember all this, Huihe Town, the arena, Zachary and Suye. "

"Su Ye!"

"Su Ye!"

"Su ye..."

More and more people shouted the name of Su Ye.

Palos's small nose was reddish.

Suye ignited Huihe Town, ignited the arena, and now ignited the municipal square.

It will ignite Athens, Greece and the world.

"Thank you for showing me the way."

Palos got up and left.

The sound of shouting "Su Ye" not only stopped, but became louder and louder.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "that's the bronze statue of Su Ye's champion! It's su Ye's! "

They looked around and found that there were many magic lights near the statue of champion Su ye, which illuminated the bronze statue very brightly.

"Su ye..."

Many people have experienced both arena and drama with wet eyes.

"Respect you as God!"

A teenager shouted, walked over, squatted down in front of the bronze statue of Su Ye's champion, and reached out to touch Su Ye's instep.

The people nearby were stunned for a moment, just like a huge wave.

Many people squatted down and stroked the instep of Su Ye's bronze statue like facing their most admired hero.

The scene fell into chaos.

Master larens flew over the statue and struck the void with his staff.

Boom

Centered on the bronze statue of the champion, the invisible air wave pushed forward slowly, and all the audience nearby were pushed away slowly, screaming and retreating.

"There are many people today. In order to avoid trampling or accidents, if you want to touch the bronze statue of the champion of Su ye, you must not rush up. You must queue up! The students of Plato college, together, help me maintain order and let them form a long and tortuous team. In addition, I suggest you go home and rest. If you want to touch the bronze statue of the champion, it's not too late to come back tomorrow. "

Master larens looked around at everyone and said, "the champion of the political square is like a bright part, which is not made overnight. Please don't worry."

People looked at other bronze champions, some with bright heads, some with bright shoulders, some with bright arms, and few with bright feet.

The students of Plato college came to help master larens maintain order.

But what everyone didn't expect happened.

The vast majority of people did not leave and insisted on queuing.

The total number exceeds 100000.

At first, people didn't notice, but as time went on, magicians began to calculate the time.

Stunned to find that only 3600 people can contact one person, one second and one hour, and these more than 100000 people can't contact them all day and night.

So Lars had to persuade everyone again.

However, many people are unwilling to leave and insist on queuing.

Some people didn't line up. They stood on the edge of the square and quietly looked at the people in line.

At first, they couldn't understand the people's choices.

But over time, one hour, two hours, three hours

Late at night, there are still people standing in line.

In front of the champion, the people are like dragons.

"Like a God." Sigrud sighed and left slowly.

"Respect you as God." Kelton bowed slightly to the champion and turned away.

Huck also saluted the champion and followed Kelton slowly.

The drama masters sat in front of the stage and stared at the long crowd.

"Life is like Su ye, and death is without regret."

The father of tragedy sighed.

The other drama masters were stunned, light or heavy, and nodded for this sentence.

The night faded and dawn came.

People everywhere in Athens got up early and rushed to the municipal square at dawn.

When they arrived at the city square, they stood still and looked unbelievably ahead.

In front of Su Ye's champion statue, there is still a long line.

The people in the front row have red eyes and light bodies. Some people even fall like kowtows.

Someone stayed up all night and kept waiting in line.

The newcomer walked silently behind the line.

The magicians who maintained the order of the team looked as usual, but they were helpless to see that the team was no longer shortened, but began to extend and extend rapidly.

When the early morning sun fell on the image of the champion of the Soviet Union, a long dragon appeared in front of the municipal square again, twists and turns, endless.

Everyone's heart was deeply shocked when they saw this scene.

"They are not for Su ye, but for themselves." Clarence muttered to himself.

In the shadow of the alley, a man in black slowly emerged like mud. After his body solidified, he walked out of the alley and arrived at the municipal square from the avenue of wisdom goddess.

He quietly looked at the municipal square in the morning light. After a long time, he left slowly.

Since last night, the whole city of Athens has been praising the name of Suye.

Su Ye.

Plato was quiet in the morning. Even if the holiday of the city-state games had passed, the students had returned to school for normal classes, and the campus was still so quiet.

It looks like it's still on holiday.

At noon, it was barely lively.

Jimmy has been running around and using magic letters to contact his classmates in the college.

The school bell rang in the afternoon.

Many students in the class instinctively looked up at the blackboard and wanted to copy the contents to be previewed and reviewed in the evening.

There is nothing on the blackboard.

All the students were disappointed.

Just then, someone whispered, "the judgment of the God of war mountain has come down!"

Palos is looking at the magic letter.

Because Su Ye killed noble Luo long in the arena, Zhanshen mountain sentenced Su ye to death. But Su ye had the gaze of the goddess of wisdom and had a chance to avoid death. The sentence was changed to exile for ten years.

Jimmy got up and said to Holt, Palos and Albert, "the judgment has come down. We are trying to help Suye. I have contacted some students and Rick's friends. They are willing to help Su ye and are ready to get together tonight to discuss countermeasures. Would you like to come? "

"I'll go!" Hotter said immediately“ I'll go too. " Palos nodded hard. The three men looked at Albert. Albert hesitated, "I... I have something in my family. I can't go." Palos turned her head without expression and looked out of the court. Her black hair swayed gently and her blue eyes were like a lake. Holt clenched his fist hard and loosened it slowly. His face was cold. Jimmy sighed and said, "since you have something at home, we won't force you. Let's go. " The three got up and walked out of the classroom. Albert sat quietly with his head down. After a while, he suddenly woke up, bent down, picked up the wooden box he had taken from the puppet club at noon, and walked quickly home. The setting sun slowly fell, and Albert's shadow quickly extended on the ground, as if farther and farther away from Plato's college. When he reached the door, Albert took a deep breath, put down the box, and took out the exquisite bronze magic prosthesis, which was covered with blue magic patterns. This is the first magic item I made. Albert stroked the polished surface of the prosthesis, his eyes were soft, and he couldn't help thinking of that day many years ago. On that day, seven year old Albert squatted on the ground playing with mud, constantly mixing the proportion of water and mud, and kneading all kinds of shapes. Suddenly, a black shadow fell“ Albert, what are you doing? " A familiar voice sounded. Little Albert narrowed his eyes, raised his head and looked at the man blocking the sun. The man was leaning on a crutch and only one foot was exposed under his robe. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.