World of Gods

The aristocrat present was suddenly agitated, and many civilians suddenly realized.

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

Zachary stood in the middle of the stage, and the others slowly moved closer to Zachary.

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

Zachary stared at the distant sky, chanting verses with emotion and eloquence like ordinary drama.

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

...

"No matter how long the night is, the day always comes."

...

"I've never loved this world, and it's the same to me. But I will always love everyone in the world."

Finally, Zachary held a torch and a sword.

"I'm not a two-legged sheep, I'm Howson."

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

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

...

Forty-three individuals reported their names in turn.

After everyone said his name, he committed suicide immediately.

Finally, Zachary crossed his sword across his neck.

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

After that, Zachary waved his sword to himself, and the torch dropped.

call……

Illusion flames ignite, burning everyone, burning the entire hall, burning the entire stage.

The red stage became the brightest place in Athens.

Some even stepped back, lest they be 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 Grey River Town, which was getting farther and farther away.

In the end, the city of Athens appears.

Under the stars, on the walls of the city of Athens, the soldiers looked at the town of Grey River.

The fire was shining.

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

Life is like summer flowers, and death is like autumn leaves.

Many people are unable to extricate themselves from the emotions of drama, but very few soldiers and magicians set off huge waves.

The final magic light curtain is not an illusion at all, it is the magic image record of the day when Grey River Town burned.

It wasn't a drama, it was a flame that really existed.

"Kill Andrea!" Hort yelled suddenly.

"Kill Andrea!" Many yelled.

"Kill Andrea!" Shouted countless civilians.

People shouted and wept.

On that roof, many nobles looked at Andrea together.

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

After a long time, he exhaled slowly.

"It was a beautiful day, and I saw that these pariahs were struggling like maggots, so insignificant, but so hard. Unfortunately, with so many pariahs, only Su Ye would dare to kill the nobles, and Su Ye would soon die ... just like this wine glass ... "

Click ...

With a smile on his face, Andrea let go of the shard of the glass and walked away slowly.

Everyone saw the coldness 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 flushed. He took a deep breath and slowly said, "This drama is based on the" Grey River Town Uprising "that few people know. But we did not expect that its author, the great Su Karma, on the same day as the premiere, in the gladiatorial arena, like Zachary, personally beheaded a lowly nobleman. Now, Su Ye is treated unfairly, but I can do nothing. I can only say that we should Remember all this, remember Grey River Town, remember the gladiatorial arena, remember Zachary, remember Su Ye. "

"Su industry!"

"Su industry!"

"Su industry ..."

More and more people shouted the name of Su Ye.

Paros' little nose was reddish.

Su Ye lit up the town of Grey River, lit the arena, and now, lit the municipal square.

It will ignite Athens, Greece, and the world.

"Thank you, show me the way."

Palos got up and left.

The voice of shouting "Su industry" not only stopped, but grew louder.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "That's Su Ye's champion bronze statue! It's Su Ye's!"

Everyone looked around and found that there were many magic lights near the champion statue of Su Ye, and the bronze statue was extremely bright.

"Su industry ..."

Many people experience both the gladiatorial arena and drama with wet eyes.

"Respect you as God!"

A young man shouted, walked over, squatted down in front of the bronze statue of Su Ye's champion, and reached out and stroked Su Ye's instep.

The people nearby stunned for a moment, as if the waves were surging.

Many people squatted down, stroking the insteps of the bronze statue of Su Ye as they face their most admired heroes.

The scene was in chaos.

Master Larence flew over the statue, holding the staff and striking the void.

boom……

With the bronze statue of the champion as the center, the invisible air waves slowly moved forward, and all nearby spectators were slowly pushed away, exclaiming back.

"Today there are many people. In order to avoid stomping or accidents, if you want to touch the bronze statue of the champion of Suye, you must not swarm up. You must line up! Students of Plato College help me maintain order and let them form a long and winding team. In addition, I I suggest you go home and rest. If you want to touch the bronze statue of the champion, it is not too late to come back tomorrow. "

Master Lawrence looked around everyone and said, "The bright part of the Champions Square is not overnight. Please don't worry."

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

Students from Plato College came over to help Master Larence maintain order.

But what happened to everyone was unexpected.

The vast majority did not leave the field and insisted on lining up.

The total number exceeds 100,000.

At first, the crowd was unaware, but as time passed, the magicians began to count time.

Suddenly found that one person, one second, one hour can only reach 3600 people, these 100,000 people don't even want to contact them all day and night.

So Larence had to persuade everyone again.

However, there are still many people who are unwilling to leave and insist on waiting in line.

Still others were not lined up. They stood on the edge of the square and silently looked at the people in line.

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

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

In the middle of the night, there were still people standing in line.

Before the championship, the people are like dragons.

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

"Respect you as god." Kelton bowed his head slightly to the champion and turned away.

Hack also respectfully greeted the champion and followed Kelton slowly.

The theater masters sat in front of the stage, staring blankly at the long crowd.

"Life is like Su Ye, without regret."

The father of tragedy sighed.

The rest of the drama masters took a moment's notice, light or heavy, and nodded for this sentence.

The night faded and dawn came.

Everyone got up early in Athens, and the sky was rushing towards the municipal square.

When they arrived at the Municipal Square, they stood still and looked forward incredibly.

When I saw Su Ye's champion statue, there was still a long line.

The people in front of them had red eyes and dazzling bodies. Some even fell like a worm on their heads.

It turned out that someone hadn't slept all night and had been lining up.

The newcomer walked silently behind the line.

The magicians who maintained the order of the team looked as usual, but they reluctantly saw that the team was no longer shortened, but began to extend, quickly.

When the early morning sun fell on the statue of the champion of the Soviet Union, a long dragon appeared again in front of the Municipal Square.

Everyone who was in it, and saw this scene, was deeply shocked.

"They are not for Su Ye, they are for themselves." Larens muttered to himself.

In the shadow of the alley, a man in a black robe appeared slowly like mud. After solidifying, he walked out of the alley and reached the Municipal Square from the Avenue of the Goddess of Wisdom.

He looked at the municipal square quietly in the morning light, and then left slowly after a long time.

Since last night, the entire city of Athens has its own name in Su Ye.

Su Ye.

In the early morning, Plato was quiet. Even if the city-state holiday had passed, the classmates had returned to school for normal classes, and the campus was still so quiet.

Seems to be on holiday.

At noon, it was barely lively.

Jimmy has been running around constantly, using magic letters to contact college students.

The afternoon bell rang.

Many students in the class instinctively looked up at the blackboard and wanted to copy what they had to preview and review at night.

Nothing on the blackboard.

All the classmates were lost.

Just then, someone whispered, "The judgment of Areshen Mountain has come down!"

Palos was looking at the magic letter.

Because Su Ye killed the noble Luo Long in the gladiator field, Shanshen Mountain sentenced Su Ye to death. But Su Ye had the watchful eye 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 Hult, Palos and Albert, "The verdict has come down, and we are trying to help Su Ye. I have contacted some classmates and friends of Lake, they are willing to help Su Ye, prepare Get together tonight to discuss countermeasures. Would you like to come together? "

"I'm going!" Hott said immediately.

"I'll go too." Palos nodded strongly.

Three men looked at Albert.

Albert shouted, "I ... I have something in my house and I can't go."

Palos turned his head expressionlessly, looking out of the field, his hair dark and his blue eyes like a lake.

Hult clenched his fist vigorously, then slowly released, his face cold.

Jimmy sighed and said, "Since there is something in your family, we won't force you. Let's go."

Three people got up and walked out of the classroom.

Albert sat quietly lowering his head. After a while, he woke up suddenly, bent over, picked up the wooden box that he had brought from the club at noon, and walked quickly to the house.

The setting sun slowly fell, and Albert's shadow prolonged rapidly on the ground, as if getting farther and farther from Plato College ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ When he got home, Albert took a deep breath, lowered the box, and took out the delicate bronze from it. Magic prosthesis covered with blue magic lines.

This is the first magic item made by yourself.

Albert stroked the finely polished prosthetic surface, his eyes softened, reminding him of the day many years ago.

That day, a seven-year-old Albert crouched on the ground playing with mud, constantly adjusting the ratio of water to mud, and pinching various shapes.

Suddenly, black shadows fell.

"Albert, what are you doing?"

The familiar voice sounded, and little Albert raised his head with his eyes narrowed, looking at the person who blocked the sun, who was holding a cane, with only one foot under his robe.

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