Heaven Awakening Path

“It's Lord Waikon!! ”

Others need to recognize that the health of only one head is inevitably slower than the vigour of the morning and evening, but the shock that brings them is more pronounced. In the eyes of ordinary mountaineers, or an ordinary garrison soldier, the health of the head of the Twelve Guards is already a very high figure. But now he has only one skull left, hung like this on the north exit.

Soldiers of the garrison obeyed the commander's orders and tried to separate the gathered hillbillies. But while they were carrying out their orders themselves, they couldn't help but stare at the contents of the cloth strip and discuss a few words while the chief was not paying attention.

“Another one! ”

The word became the most probable phrase to appear, and many people, even if they didn't say it, could clearly see it coming out of their eyes.

This kind of scene, this kind of scene, has been happening all over the Gorge Peak since the emergence of Nightingale more than three years ago. From remote marginal towns to the main city of Gorge Peak City in the Gorge Peak District, one evil man after another was punished and revealed to the public.

The black text on the white cloth strip lists the crimes of this evil man. And the nightingales, under their reflection, have become the embodiment of justice in the eyes of many mountain people.

“Break it up, break it up!!” The guards at the north exit continue to scold the crowd. Instead of scattering, however, there is a tendency to gather more and more.

Waikon, it's Waikon! Weikang was killed by the Nightingale.

The news is spreading fast, much faster than the agents sent by the vigilante to deliver the letters. Such a big man was disposed of, pushing expectations of nightingales to a new height.

The crowd could not be evacuated for a long time. The soldiers of the garrison were even squeezed out of the crowd. They watched as the head of the guard continued to hang there. They watched as the white cloth listed many unseen acts of the guard, but couldn't handle them at all.

“Block the intersection! Don't ever let anyone come here again! Spread out! Let them all split up!” The guard jumped like a thunderstorm and commanded his men, but with little success. Standing guard personnel at the north exit are simply not enough to cope with the enthusiasm of the mountain people that was ignited at this moment.

“Piece of crap!” exclaims into the warden's ear.

“Who?” The restless watchman growled consciously, but looked around and couldn't see who was talking to him.

“Disobedient, kill!” The voice came again, and the warden still did not find who was speaking, but was aware of some possibility.

Hear only their voice and not see their person, which is clearly the use of an alien voice, and one of the twelve guards is an expert in ringing.

Sir Wei Wei?

The warden subconsciously shrunk his head. Twelve guards do not hold official positions, but they are far more powerful than their junior officials. Aware that the “waste” could be a fierce appraisal of him, the warden's face was suddenly more miserable than before. Where else would it be at this time, the instructions from the fierce guard were immediately and frantically given.

“Let them go! Kill the disobedient! Kill the unforgiving!” The warden roared, and the soldiers heard the order, as did the people gathered here. Before the soldiers could act, the population was silent.

Not out of fear, but out of anger. Everyone's emotions were stirred up by the killing of Hyakung, and there was some convergence in fear of the reign of power, but this brutal and violent order of the commander completely broke this last bit of repression.

Everyone's eyes lit with anger, pointing all the way at the keeper who gave the order. And just because it's like eating people's eyes, it's that the warden didn't expect any reaction. His heart was empty and he took a step back unconsciously, his hand was dead and he pressed the knife handle, yelling at all the mountain people: “What do you want? You want to rebel? Somebody, stop them. ”

There were two close guards behind the guard, but when he saw the scene, he was stunned.

They are just ordinary soldiers, because of long-term training, or the threshold of feeling a little powerful, but ultimately not those with intelligent crossing powers. In the face of such a crowd, their realm power will not do anything.

“What's going on, deaf? Or do you want to rebel too?” The warden found the two guys behind him hesitating to do nothing and shouted at him. The mountaineers saw the guards like this, which fuelled confidence. These soldiers and commanders, who normally terrorize them, do not look terrible at this time.

“Undispersed, without forgiveness?” One of the mountain dwellers walked in front of him, staring at a frightened guard and his two guards. This look usually only shows up in the faces of ordinary people!

“Yes.” Answer.

The warden did not speak, neither did the two guards, but almost everyone on the field heard the answer. Everyone looked around for the source of the sound. When they turned their eyes to the boulder with the north exit written on it, they saw a figure passing high. The head of Weikang hanging on the boulder had been removed, and the long cloth strip flew off, as if it were an eye opening to probe. Without waiting for anyone to react, the cloth strip had flown back, but a man had been dragged back from his tail. It was the mountaineer who had made a mockery of the instructions “Do not disperse, kill the unforgiving”.

The guard stood fiercely on the boulder at the north exit, holding Haekang's head in his left hand and the white cloth in his right hand. Mountain people are dying to strangle and hang their necks, at a time when they are struggling.

“Yes.” The fierce repeated, employing a roaring voice, clearly heard by everyone present, "Undispersed, murderless. ”

Anger is still written on the faces of all the mountain people, but now they are hiding little by little and replacing it with fear that they are accustomed to. Some are still watching, while others are already leaving in the dust. And the mountaineer, who was hung by the guards in the middle of the sky and was dying at first sight, nobody cared at all.

“For the last time, spread out.” The guard said fiercely.

Those still standing in the mountains finally made a move and rushed away. People push people, people obstruct people, some people are pretended to be painful, but they dare not make any sound at all. Everyone is trying to suppress, hide, only to be noticed. So many people move together, leave, but no one speaks, only uninterrupted, dull footsteps.

The guard watched all this coldly, his right hand still hanging the poor mountain man, his struggling motion was getting weaker, at which point an arrow flew from the far end.

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There's been a lot of stress behind the code today!