Chapter 82 (1/2)

Kolomir was brought back to prison again. No one tortured and whipped him this time. Maybe it's because he will be hanged tomorrow.

He couldn't sleep that night. What was the hermit in Albert's mouth, and what did it have to do with not having to tell himself about life sucking magic? Is it difficult that someone in this congregation will absorb life magic?

This is not impossible. If someone is as persistent as himself to explore the mysteries of life, this magic may really be discovered by him.

In this way, kolomir went to sleep with all kinds of questions.

The next day, just after dawn, two mages in hoods and red and blue robes put him in handcuffs again and dragged him out of the prison.

Hanging, there are many ways to die in this cruel world, but none can compare with such a way of death. In suffocation, in despair, in pain, the tongue is elongated, and it is said that he will have incontinence before he dies. Such a death is also an insult to human dignity.

The Sorcerer's handcuffs and shackles were bound, and coromir could not release magic at all. What's more, he didn't want to release. In this way, I quietly watched the two mages put the rope around their necks.

There are people standing under the gallows. There are ordinary people and magicians. No brave person has appeared in this period of time. There are only people and magicians here. The expression on each face is different, with regret, sadness and anger. But the same is the indifference in one eye and the ridicule in the other eye

”Execute!”

President Albert, dressed in a black robe, shouted. Clomir knew that soon the plank under his feet would open and he would be strangled alive.

Clomir closed his eyes and choked. He listened to the frightened voices of the people under the stage and felt the hot flames around him.

Kolomir opened his eyes in surprise. The plank under his feet lit a raging flame. No, it should be said that the whole gallows was a sea of fire.

The shackles on his hands were opened. As a Fire Mage, these flames were like his friends, and could not hurt him at all. Coromir could even feel the joy of the flame, which was the joy of his old friends' reunion.

Kolomir looked around blankly. He saw a thin figure standing in front of Albert, the president of the magic association in a black robe. The same black robe just looked very thin from his back.

Albert's expression of pain, a little purple snake in his mouth, twisted, and the other end of the little snake was in the shadow's hand. This, this is life sucking magic! Absolutely not wrong, who, who is so skilled in this magic!?

The man in black is not the only one in front of President Albert, under the gallows, in front of all magicians, in every corner here.

They are releasing this damn life sucking magic, and they are sucking human life!

Helpless screams, howls of fear and crazy laughter under the gallows