Chapter 18

Hearing Olga's words, Jim's heart involuntarily put down a little and breathed slowly.

But the other party's next words made him hesitate.

"I've heard of this war. The Principality of Yar has invested 140000 troops in total. Up to now, there are about 100000 left. I ask that at least 70000 people be transported to the island by then. If there are not enough prisoners, you can find a way for me." after that, Olga asked democratically, "do you have any opinion?"

"OK..."

After a while of thinking, Jim finally agreed to Olga's request.

Had it not been for the increasing demands of the Yar Kingdom recently, Jim Woz would not have asked Olga, so he had no choice at the beginning.

Even if he is true, he does not want to understand how his 60000 or 70000 troops will win more than 100000 people in the opposite direction and successfully capture at least 70000 of them.

Awesome expectations can only be put to Orca.

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Looking at his leaving back, Olga gently shook the tea cup in his hand, and couldn't help smiling at the corners of his mouth.

The first stage of the experiment has just been completed, and the second stage of the experiment has come, which is very timely.

He could feel that Jim was not honest and was vaguely testing something. He thought he was OK again after several months of rest. The pride of the royal family made him want a little skin.

But he knew, but Olga didn't take this little thing to heart.

There is no sincere loyalty. Some are just threats and use. Where does betrayal come from?

Moreover, "betrayal" is a natural thing for demons. In their lives, "selling teammates" is completely routine.

So Olga didn't care about the specific actions of his subordinates. He didn't trust them from the beginning. Why care so much?

As long as you can complete your orders, it doesn't matter what small moves you make. Anyway, it's just a game

Pushing open the window and looking at the night in the sky, Olga sighed in a low voice: "I have always maintained this human form. I haven't activated my body for a long time. I really want to fight with others."

I have been doing research for several months and constantly absorbing all kinds of knowledge to fill my own details. Although it was not boring, the devil's nature still made him feel a little tired.

However, the harvest is also remarkable. If his previous knowledge accumulation belongs to the illiterate stage, he should be outstanding in the same level now. All kinds of knowledge and insight have basically caught up with his own strength, which can be regarded as a complete remedy for his shortcomings.

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Pierce was haggard, thin as a bone frame, with gray spots on his skin, as if he were moldy.

Lying on the cold ground of the cage, I was in a daze watching the candles burning in the room for months.

He felt that his hands and feet were disobedient, his brain was not clear, and his confused whole body was weak. He moved his body a little, and there was a general sharp pain that would fall apart, as if his whole body was about to crack.

Even the food not far away can't climb over to eat. They can only lie down and don't move.

He knew that he was dying, just like others, there was no difference in the final outcome.

He has forgotten how long he spent in this place where he can't see the sky. He only remembers that when the disease didn't work at the beginning, many people tried to escape from here. Everyone had a heated discussion, and even played a big hand in order to decide whose method to use.

From tricking the red haired youth to opening the prison door, to everyone opening the door with violence at the same time!

However, there was no suspense of failure. The red haired young man came only once and never came again. Except that someone threw food into it through the small passage every once in a while, no one took care of it at all, as if they had forgotten them.

Brute force has no real meaning at all. The quality of this damn cage is really good.

The railing didn't bend so much from beginning to end, which made people feel desperate.

Just when everyone felt that they had been forgotten and wanted to be raised by each other as pigs, the nightmare still happened.

At first, only one person felt severe pain all over his body, and his body began to show light gray spots. He felt tired and had some difficulty walking. Then, not long after, the number of people with the same disease began to slowly increase, until finally, gray spots grew on everyone's body.

In the face of this result, both [Knight] and [great Knight] have become an end!

I can only lie on the ground and cry like a sick dog.

That kind of severe pain was not fixed. At the beginning, it was so painful that people could not survive or die, so that several prisoners with the weakest will directly chose to commit suicide.

Then the pain weakens at a very fast speed and becomes within the tolerance range of ordinary people, but it will continue to strengthen with the passage of time, as if it is automatically adjusted according to the patient's response, deliberately prolonging the patient's life.

Pierce still remembers that the first person who discovered this problem was hank, a middle-aged man with ordinary appearance and thin figure. It is said that he was also a thief!

Soon after he realized this, the guy joined hands with a prisoner named herto to sneak into another prisoner with [great Knight] strength, directly kill the other party, and try to grind out a key that can open the door of the cage with the hardest bones of the other party's body to escape from this ghost place.

But in the end he failed!

Because the door lock was facing away from the crowd, he could not see the scene of the door lock at all. He could only judge according to his own experience. Finally, the key was stuck in the key hole, directly broken in it, and completely blocked it.

His own body was now lying not far from Pierce. He didn't die peacefully. Finally, he was trying to struggle.

That is, the basement is very cool. In addition, as a strong man of [Knight] rank, his body has some particularity. Otherwise, ordinary people would have rotted long ago.

At this moment, there was only pierce left in the cage. Those who were stronger and weaker than him were all dead.

On the contrary, he is the only one with the same strength to survive until now!

He didn't know the reason, but he knew he was going to die soon, maybe at the next moment

It is said that many people will recall their lives before they die. After thinking about it, pierce decided to follow the tradition.

So I closed my eyes and began to recall my past.

After a long time, he opened his eyes, a self mocking smile appeared at the corners of his mouth, and slowly compared his middle finger to the ceiling of the cage with all his strength:

"What a piece of shit..."

His heart stopped beating before his voice fell.

His words may refer to his own life or others.

Olga, who was far away in the other corner of the manor, seemed to hear his last words when he died. He shrugged his shoulders and smiled softly: "Dog shit is also good. At least it has its own meaning. No one wants to step on it. Many people have no meaning in their life until they die. There are not many more of them, and there are not many less of them. After stepping on him, others don't even have the idea of looking at him. Even a lump of dog shit is not as good as disgusting people. Maybe it can only be regarded as air?"

"I don't know whether I can become the final winner and stand at the top of countless dimensions in the whole world, but I want to live my meaning. It doesn't matter whether it's good or bad. I want to print my name in the whole multiverse. Even if I can't make it respected and worshipped for all ages, I want to make it feared by all things forever and become something that everyone can't forget A disaster. "

He stretched out his finger in the teacup in front of him and touched some tea. The magic in Olga wrapped them to form a crystal clear blood water bead standing at his fingertips.

With a gentle flick, the water drops flew deep into the clouds,

Boom

Accompanied by a murmur of thunder in the sky, the sky, which could not see any stars, was completely shrouded in dark clouds and turned into a dark night. Only when the thunder and lightning in the clouds kept swimming, would it show some brilliance.

First sporadic drizzle, and then in a very fast time, it evolved into pouring rain.

And different from ordinary rain, they are red, just like blood in the sky, dyeing the whole King red and causing bursts of screams.

Feeling the bloody rain on his face, Olga's eyes unconsciously showed a little red light. He slightly closed his eyes and whispered to himself, "it seems that he has been depressed for a long time, but he will be inexplicably emotional. Let's say it as a farewell for your experimental products..."

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The Principality of Marton, in the palace.

"Damn it..."

Looking at the blood rain outside the window and the panic stricken people shouting everywhere, Jim Woz's face was very ugly. This vision can be called an ominous sign at the critical juncture of a decisive battle with the Principality of Yar.

It will greatly disrupt the people's and military morale of the Principality of Marton!

For the Duchy of Marton, it could be regarded as a major blow. What made him angry and want to vomit blood was that he had roughly guessed who was responsible for the blood rain, but he had no way to say, so his face would be so ugly.

Baron Duke on one side looked at his Lord's face so ugly. After thinking about it, his eyes brightened and suggested: "do you want to delay the date of the decisive battle, take some time to recover some public opinion, describe this blood rain as heaven's encouragement to us, and call it a sign of good luck?"

Jim was also stunned at Baron Duke's words.

"Can it be said that a bloody rain is a good omen?"

Even he never thought about it!

"Can there still be such an operation?"

After some careful consideration, he found that he could really operate like this. After all, although it looks unknown, it is not written in any book. This is an ominous omen!

In that case, make up some stories and say it as a sign of good luck. Who can help me?

After thinking clearly, Jim Watts was overjoyed, so he asked Duke to seize the time to make up a story, preferably one with a very moving plot, and then arranged to memorize the story by hand, mix it into the streets tomorrow morning, and share the story they just made up in the form of rumors!

Take the rumor to your advantage before it forms!