The huge fist slammed down with a circle of cyan wind patterns, and a black fist that was much smaller than it was comparatively small, but obviously not flesh and blood, greeted it with a trace of silver light. The two fists slammed together, and then, a furious scream resounded through the sky, and a hill giant held his fist and retreated backwards, and the magic golem that punched and attacked only took a few steps back, and chased after it with a sword. There was a soft sound, and the hips of the hill giant were forcibly chopped off with a large muscle of more than fifty catties, and he shivered and fled quickly.

The magic golem rumbled back, standing side by side with fourteen other golems directly across from the Iron Keep. In the past few days, with the power of these magic puppets, they have forced back several large-scale attacks of the criminals, even the hill giants who are three times taller than these puppets have suffered greatly in front of these puppets made of magic crystals, how can flesh and blood collide with steel? Especially since these steel bodies still have the magic shields released by countless great magicians, those hill giants were forced to have no way to exert their strength, and they were dispersed by the magic puppets.

Even the top masters of the sinners had a headache for these fifteen magic puppets for a while, the knife could not move, the punch could not be opened, the only weakness on their body, the magic crystal in the center had been covered by a thick magic crystal cover, and the magic shields on the whole body were full of hundreds of layers, and ordinary attacks could not cause any attacks to them at all. Thirty masters of the criminals teamed up to unleash their nirvana against a puppet, and the result was that the puppet was smashed hundreds of feet away, and then relentlessly got up and slashed at them with a huge sword.

The sinners had completely lost their grip on these fifteen magic golems, so their siege eased for the time being. The small detachment of the criminals attacked the nearby villages and infiltrated the Van Empire, which was also much curtailed with the arrival of the Five Beast Legions, the Guards and the Praetorian Guards. Even if they are all masters with the level of golden knights, surrounded by knights with countless soldiers with good strength, there is only one way to die, so on the border of Kaisen Province, the Van Empire has built a relatively solid field defense line, and has resisted the impact of those criminals.

What upsets Tu the most is that the sinners already have a lot of other thoughts in their hearts, and they don't want to work hard anymore, and the so-called little rich Ze'an is their mentality. The 'Divine City' has been conquered, and the God-given grassland has to be returned, and they really don't want to shed any more blood and sacrifice, and few people can see the evil consequences that may be caused by delaying time. The Van soldiers are different, it is their instinct to be fierce and warlike, especially if they do not resist the criminals, their homes may be destroyed, they are even more desperate to fight, the kind of barbaric tactics that have to slash the other party before death, so that the criminals have suffered a lot, which is also a major reason why the defense line is unshakable for a while.

Standing on the city wall, watching the hill giant just now scolding at this side with tears the size of his fist, Lei and the others couldn't help laughing. Hart smiled and said, "Okay, we don't have to find a way to fight back against them, as long as we can delay them here, the reserve knights and mages we send out can train a group of more elite troops than your current warriors, and then our counterattack will begin... Hey, what are the rules set by the empire now, what civilians can't cultivate fighting spirit, isn't this reducing their combat effectiveness?"

Jerry looked at the magic puppet not far in front of him, and sighed in a low voice: "Lord Hart, which empire is not like this? Civilians can't cultivate fighting spirit, and magicians are more severely controlled, to put it bluntly, they are afraid of civilian rebellion." If everyone has the level of a formal knight, the strength of the country will increase a lot, but the danger will also be much greater. This is something that no monarch would be happy to see. What do you say?"

Hart and the others were silent for a long time before Mubarata said angrily: "We don't understand politics, and we don't talk about politics." All we know is that if we want to take out these damn creatures once and for all, we're going to have to increase the strength of our army. Don't look at the fact that your five beast legions and the two major military legions have an army of 2.1 million, but if you charge head-on, as long as 200,000 sinners lead some orcs, you can defeat these two million troops. Don't forget that when the Knights of Glory dealt with the Continental Alliance, the million-strong coalition was overwhelmed. The co-ordinators are too poorly coordinated, and when they learn to cooperate in battle, the people you bring will be of no use at all. ”

After making a rude gesture to the hill giants outside the city, Mubarata said, "So, we just know that we must train more warriors to come out, and more warriors with fighting spirit to come out." In a year's time, you should be able to train a group of warriors with what you call the Black Iron Knight or Bronze Horseman, such warriors, in line with your battle formations and the fighting traditions of the Vatican Empire, can truly resist the attacks of the criminals. ”

Kazafi laughed a few times, touched his beard, and said triumphantly: "Lord Mubarata is really too polite, to be honest, haha, in fact, this time you can't just rely on our Van Empire, no matter how strong our Vat Empire is, it is impossible for one empire to resist the attacks of those sinners, isn't it? Hahaha, for the military strength of our Van Empire, your lordships are really too rewarded." Kazafei said a few polite words in officialdom, and he felt very proud, but he didn't know that Bobkat next to him had already crooked his nose.

Mubarata ignored the thoughts of Bobqat next to him, and said to himself: "I'm not polite, this is something we decided together." Other empires, to be honest, we know from Hart about the last time their Knights of Glory dealt with the Continental Alliance, and the current empires no longer have the martial and belligerent spirit of the past, and they all focus on the messy things of art and etiquette, which is not as good as your Van Empire basically retains the belligerent style of the past. Although the soldiers of the Bicester Empire are not bad, they have too few people to choose too many people to be trained by our people, so they have no way to become the main force to resist the criminals. ”

The old and refined Soke saw that Bobkat's face was a little ugly, and he couldn't help but laugh and said: "Actually, if you want to say that the biggest help in resisting the attack of the sinners this time is the two empires of Bicester and Vant. Although the population of the Bicester Empire is relatively small, if it can train a group of absolutely elite warriors, the lethality should still be very large. Your Royal Highness, Prince Pobukat am I right? ”

Bobkat's nose snorted, and he nodded heavily and said, "That's right, although our population is small, our warriors are absolute warriors, give us a little time, and we will train them to be masters who will be feared by those bastards outside the city." ”

Ray leaned against the battlements of the city wall, his eyes swept towards the sinners outside the city for a long time, and then he asked, "Why have those guys been weak in the last few days? Are they waiting for? Although there is no help from the dragon clan, if they force an attack, it will still be difficult for the 'Iron Castle' to withstand it." As long as they are willing to sacrifice hundreds of thousands of people, they can directly break through our defense line, and even annihilate our Five Beast Legion, what are they doing?"

The people on the city wall all felt a little uncomfortable in their hearts, although they understood that what Lei said was the truth, as long as the sinners attacked regardless of sacrifice, with the more than one million super strong warriors in the sinners' own clan, it would be enough to break through the current defense line. However, even if he said that, Lei should not say it too frankly, it will seriously affect everyone's mood and atmosphere. However, everyone also had this question, why did the criminals stop here here at the 'Iron Fort', for nearly a month, they had lost less than 30,000 people in total, and all the harassing attacks they launched, what were they waiting for?

Carrelon was silent for a long time, and the wand in his hand shook for a long time, and then he said with some hesitation: "Perhaps, they just can't bear those sacrifices." According to my estimates, the resources they have obtained on the Forgotten Continent are unlikely to allow them to have too many clansmen. If they lose too many young men in order to break through our defense, it will be difficult for their race to continue to thrive. After all, our total population is much more than them, and they are now one less dead, and our citizens can continue to produce the next generation, and they dare not risk fighting with us. ”

Ray looked at Carrelon and said respectfully, "So, archmage, what do you think they are waiting for now? If they don't break through our defenses now while our forces are still weak, they won't be able to fight us at all when reinforcements from our other five empires arrive." What do you think?" Ray was very polite to several old mages, at least the first one he knew how to respect the old man, and the second reason was that his magic crystal armor was still blessed with magic spells on the hands of those mages, and he would not offend these old men anyway.

Carrelon looked at Lei with a smile, nodded lightly, and analyzed: "Perhaps, they are planning some conspiracy, but as long as we continue to accumulate our own combat power, as long as there are no internal contradictions within us, any conspiracy is of no great use." But I reckon that they are most likely working on some kind of plan that will greatly increase their combat effectiveness without killing or injuring their people too much... For example... ”

Sok pointed at the magic golems outside the city walls with some concern, and whispered, "For example, are they making something comparable to these golems? But can they have enough magical knowledge to make these magic devices?

There was silence on the city wall for a while, and Caryron looked at the direction of the god-given grassland with some hesitation, and said in a low voice: "It's hard to say, old friend, the people of the underworld will not be destroyed for thousands of years, and they may teach something to the mages of the various tribes." Perhaps their mages have a legacy of knowledge within themselves ... However, I also suspect that after hundreds of thousands of years of time, many powerful spells have been lost in the texts of our 'Divine City', how can their races living on the Forgotten Continent still be able to create some powerful creatures?"

Hart's fists clenched, he gritted his teeth, shook his head and said, "Perhaps, they are just waiting for the resurrection of the 'Blood Knights', recently the magistrate of the province of Kaisen almost took a beating, and the sinners have taken more than 30,000 civilians captive, among which there must be a suitable sacrifice to resurrect Hades Deth." One Stygian can resist the combined attack of about thirteen of our great knights, hehe, when the time comes, it will be lively. Coupled with the fact that his necromancy far surpasses that of the most powerful underworld, he can create undead warriors on a large scale at will, and if his strength can still be maintained at the level of divine warfare, we will be in danger. ”

No one dared to say anything, and the thought of the terrible consequences made everyone feel a deep sense of worry.

A very feminine voice came: "In that case, why don't you send someone to investigate their interior? I see that their formation on the god-given grassland is very scattered, and anyone can sneak through their defense line and see what they are doing, so what's not to do?"

Turning around, a handsome man in his thirties with a typical aristocratic appearance, that is, long wavy hair, a straight beard, a pale face, and a slender figure, with a slender sword at his waist, walked up in a luxurious dress suitable only for a court ball. He gently tore off the fine silk gloves on his two hands, casually threw them to a guard behind him, shook his body lazily, approached the battlements of the city wall, glanced outside, looked back at Lei and them, and said with a little contempt: "Everyone, why do you warriors and mages who guard the entire continent have to wait here?

He pointed at Lei elegantly, and said loudly: "General Lei, I have read a lot of heroic legends, didn't they save the entire continent when evil was about to envelop the earth? Oh my God, you are the most famous young general in the Imperial Army, don't you think you should do something to prove your strength now? Or are your military exploits obtained by fraud? Your exploits are all obtained through dishonorable means?" Or maybe even your titles and official positions were not obtained by lawful means?"

Lei was furious, his hand gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, and a discerning person could clearly see that a circle of strange air ripples emanated from his body, and the five-foot radius of the city wall had already emitted a strange moan. Ray's eyes flashed with a strange golden light, as if two sharp arrows were about to shoot out. Jerry casually grasped Ray's hand holding his sword, his body was already stopped in front of Ray, smiled and bowed, and said: "Dear Viscount Oliver, you are a military officer personally appointed by His Majesty, is your task to fight a general who has made outstanding contributions to the empire on the battlefield?

Jerry gripped his sword and laughed coldly, "If that's the case, then, are you insulting me? Or, are you insulting my entire family? By the way, my grandfather has the blood of the Imperial Family, can I think you are insulting the entire Imperial Family? You're just a small viscount, remember that for me." This is the battlefield, and if you're going to point fingers at us as you, you're in the wrong place... I'll make you regret what you said. ”

Oliver's eyes blinked, and he applauded slightly, bowed slightly, smiled, and said in that tone of gentleness full of aristocratic character, "I'm sorry, Lord Count Jerry, I apologize." As you said, I am only a small viscount, and besides, I come from an unknown small family, and I have no reason for the heir of a large family like you to speak out in front of you... However, I have the trust of His Majesty, and in order to prevent the misdeeds of certain generals from causing losses to our legions, he personally appointed me as a military officer, an appointment that you heard and saw with your own eyes when you were in the imperial capital, isn't it?"

Oliver laughed haughtily: "I am very proud of Your Majesty's appointment, and at the same time I feel very honored and have a heavy sense of responsibility, I must be responsible for the soldiers of our empire. Therefore, I naturally have the right to wonder whether a general is fighting with all his heart, whether he is just spending time on the battlefield to add a little capital to his future promotion and fortune. Come on, come on, I'm not going for General Lei, you can talk nonsense to me. Oliver pulled out a white handkerchief, wiped the corners of his mouth gently, and then smiled softly.

Gaddafi roared frantically: "Damn, what are you talking about bastard? You said that Ray didn't fight with all his strength? You said that Ray was messing around on the battlefield and mixing up military exploits? Fuck, I'll strangle you son of a bitch." The stout Gaddafi rushed over as if in flames, and his two big hands pinched Oliver's neck fiercely, looking at his hideous face, looking at his big bruised hands, Oliver's neck would definitely be crushed by his one hand.

Oliver's eyes flashed with a fierce cold light, his slender saber suddenly unsheathed, hundreds of consecutive points of cold light shrouded in the space within three feet in front of him, the whistling sword qi turned and churned in the air, Gaddafi's two whiskers fell down, Gaddafi couldn't help but be stunned on the spot, he gritted his teeth deadly, and suddenly roared like crazy: "your mother, you dare to make a move on Lao Tzu?" Oliver, your father is just a dog under my father, you dare to make a move on Lao Tzu?" Gaddafi was simply mad, he himself was a lieutenant general of the empire, an imperial earl, his father was also one of the important ministers of the empire, and his grandfather was one of the real ministers who secretly controlled most of the officials in the imperial capital, and Oliver, a little viscount from a small family, a military officer without any military rank, actually dared to make a move on himself?

There was a loud bang, and all the weapons of the glorious knights and beast soul warriors on the city wall were unsheathed, and they surrounded Oliver with ugly faces. Oliver's accusations against Ray are, to a large extent, an insult to them. Ray has killed hundreds of criminals in nearly a month of attack and defense, if Ray's performance is all messing around and mixing credits, then aren't all other soldiers deserters and garbage characters?

Jerry's hand continued to make gestures, and he and Ray and the knights under Kazafei did not draw their weapons, but those knights also secretly surrounded Oliver and a dozen of his guards with iron faces. The insult to Ray is to trample on the honor of a group of family knights such as Karubb, Godia, Groot, Rocat, Beamon, Ingle, Alexander, etc., who did not kill Oliver on the spot, it was already for Jerry's face, and for the sake of the brand of the imperial military officer that Oliver was carrying.

Oliver looked coldly at the approaching knights of glory and beast soul warriors, although he was a little scared in his heart, but he still sneered and drank: "Why? instead of fighting against the criminals, you want to hurt me, the military officer appointed by the Emperor of the Vatican Empire, is it because my words have hurt your wounds? "Oliver knew in his heart that although these garrisons of the 'Divine City' did not take him seriously, and Shagru's power did not have much effect in front of them, he was confident that these Glory Knights and Beast Soul Warriors would never harm him.

Sure enough, Hart stretched out his hand to stop the extremely angry warriors, and walked up slowly, he looked at Oliver with more gloomy eyes, and then, in a tone that was so cold that he could hang out ice slag, said gloomily: "Lord Oliver, since you came here, you always seem to be making trouble for us... It wasn't His Majesty's intention to let you come here, did he? So, it was someone who was trusted by His Majesty and was very powerful enough to let you take the position of such an inexplicable military officer, and let you get here?"

Oliver shuddered for a moment, and the arrogant look on his face was swept away, and he gently put the long sword back into its scabbard, and said with a grin: "What did Lord Hart say? My appointment was personally issued by His Majesty Shagru, and all of them obeyed His Majesty's orders. This military officer of mine is in charge of everything, from the deployment of logistics materials to the supervision of the soldiers' operations, this is my responsibility... What do you mean by Lord Hart's words? It's so inscrutable that I Oliver don't know that much. ”

A temple priest of the Smart Empire standing on the city wall gently spat out a few words from under his mask: "Surrender to a big backer, the villain has a will, and naturally he will be majestic in front of everyone, isn't it? Otherwise, according to your origin, your status, what qualifications do you have to speak here? I can make you die a hundred times with my little finger, hmph, if you play tricks, you are too far from the nobles of our Smart Empire. The temple priest took a few steps forward menacingly, and after seeing Oliver's face change wildly, he sneered triumphantly a few times, and the blue light flashed, and he disappeared.

Hart picked up the conversation, he looked at Oliver with a little disdain, and whispered: "Viscount Oliver, there is no need for a so-called military officer here. All the warriors will fight desperately for their homeland, and there is no need for your supervision, and you are powerless to supervise anything... At the same time, I can tell you one thing, General Ray is the inheritor of the Paladin's 'Lion' Knight, and your insult to him is an insult to our entire Knights of Glory. If you don't take back what you just said, I'll make you understand what regret is. Hart's hand simply touched the hilt of his sword, and his eyes were full of murderous eyes, and he looked at Oliver coldly.

Oliver's mind was in a hurry, he had other things to do when he came to the front, he had nothing to do with a duel with a great knight of the Knights of Glory, was he crazy? Deliberately stirring up thunder was just part of his plan. He hurriedly laughed, smiling almost sneeringly, and said in a low voice, "Captain Hart, how dare I insult the entire Knights of Glory? I just saw that Lord Lei had been too carefree recently, and it seemed that I couldn't bear his assurances in front of His Majesty, so I just had some doubts in my heart. I don't mean anything else, I just want the Empire's army to be able to fight to its maximum strength, and not to suffer losses due to the incompetence of some people. ”

Kazafi roared with a lot of fighting spirit: "What the fuck are you still saying?" The golden ripples rushed towards Oliver like a wave, shaking Oliver's body for a while, and he couldn't help but close his mouth, looking at the bearded Kazafi in surprise. Oliver finally understood that although he had a fancy and not weak swordsmanship, compared to these battle-hardened generals, it was too weak, and it was not at the same level at all.

Lei looked at Oliver lightly, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he walked slowly in front of Oliver, and said softly: "Lord Oliver, I will naturally take people to the god-given grassland to see the situation." You don't have to worry about that. We're also wondering why the sinners aren't attacking with all their might, and maybe I'll be able to find something. Ray's eyes were haughty, although he never paid attention to the so-called knight's honor when he fought, but he already had this realization in his heart, that is, his honor must not be insulted by others.

Hart's faces twitched slightly, and just as he was about to speak to dissuade Ray, Oliver was already applauding with a smile on his face, and he shouted loudly: "Good, good, good, he really deserves to be the youngest and most promising general in the Imperial Army, and he dares to carry out such a dangerous task." Hehe, however, I have a question, if Lord Ray had such a plan in the first place, why did you take the initiative to propose such a plan after I said that I was puzzled by your ineffectiveness in the war?

Gaddafi and Mubarata were two of the hottest tempers, and their fists were smashed out at the same time. Gaddafi was not yet wearing gloves on his fist, and Mubarata was shrouded in thick armor, and his punch was enough to pierce a buffalo. The two fists roared out, and at the same time the two of them cursed loudly, and without regard to their own identities, they came up with the most insulting words they could think of about the other female relatives, especially Mubarata, who had vowed to have a physical interaction with all the women of Oliver's ancestors, whether they were alive or not, based on violence.

The soldiers next to them were also angry, they were the soldiers, the most annoying were those civil officials, in their opinion, the civilian officials were a group of garbage who made capital for themselves on weekdays and only pulled back when fighting, and this Oliver insulted Lei, a general who had a special identity in both the Five Beast Legion and the garrison of the 'Divine City', in front of them, and immediately committed public anger. Seeing that Mubarata and Gaddafi's fists were about to hit Oliver's head, the people on the city wall, except for Oliver's guards, secretly applauded in their hearts.

Oliver's face turned pale, and he knew he had gone too far. But this can't be blamed on him, he did get Shagru's appreciation after taking refuge in a very hard backer, and because he was a little clever, he was sent here, he had never dealt with these soldiers before, how did he know that these people would kill him once they didn't like him? For a while, Oliver's heart was cold, desperate to the extreme.

Ray just kicked Oliver a dozen feet away, just dodging the power circle of the two fists. Mubarata's fist still swept over Oliver's head, and with a 'snort', a protruding sharp horn hung from one of Oliver's long hairs, and a scalp the size of a finger was ripped off along with a hair, and Oliver lay on the ground screaming loudly in pain. His screams were so terrible that the warriors next to him almost burst into cheers.

Carrelon blocked Mubarata's next blow, Jerry stopped in front of Gaddafi, Ray slowly walked in front of Oliver, looked at him like a dog, and said coldly: "I'll find out what those guys are doing, so, dear Oliver, you don't have to worry that I'll waste time on the front line and not fight hard... Archmage Sock, my armor, can you speed up a bit?" Ray's last words were said by looking at the old man mages.

Sock waved his wand lightly, nodded and promised, "In two days, we will finish forging that armor." It may be a bit heavier for others, but for General Ray, your physique is already amazing, especially since you have the power of a lion knight, and wearing that armor will not hinder your movement in any way. You can still rest assured about our craftsmanship. ”

Sok smirked, this time for the sake of Thunder's armor, all their Holy Demon Wizard and the Holy Spirit Wizard Archmage were racking their brains to make an armor that was not weaker than the Paladin's armor, so they all put a lot of effort into it. The only thing that makes these old mages feel unhappy is that the only thirteen sets of Paladin Armor that remain now, because the age is too old, the ancient magic attached to them has dissipated a lot, and they don't have a standard reference to judge how much difference their level is from the ancient god mages.

Ray smiled gratefully at Sock, and looked at Oliver again as he got up with a hand over his head. Oliver is honest now, he doesn't dare to say anything too arrogant anymore, but there are a lot of inexplicable things in his eyes when he looks at Ray. Jerry sneered in his heart, he had already decided to send a messenger back to the imperial capital and use the power of his family to calculate Oliver. Jerry instinctively felt that Oliver's origin was not very simple, and if he stayed on the front line, it was likely to cause a lot of trouble for everyone.

Ray whispered, "Alright, Lord Oliver, now you can be satisfied. I'll get the news back, and as for you, go and bandage it. It's not a wise choice to go into battle in a ceremonial dress, if I were the commander of the sinners, I would let the stones of those mountain giants come to attack you exclusively, and this dress of yours is as unwise as a little girl who has stripped off her clothes in front of a pack of perverts, understand?"

"Karubb, Ingle, Rocat, Alexander, the four of you will follow me in when the time comes. Not... Beamon, don't look at me, your temper is not fit for such a thing. We are to sneak in, not fight with others ... Gothia, I know you're worried about my safety, but your strength is still a line behind, and there are too many people, it won't do us any good, we have to sneak in and come back secretly, understand?"

Bobkat suddenly said: "Ray, my strength is still much stronger than your men, right? I'll follow you, are you interested? I'll be counted as one, I also want to see what those sinners are doing." ”

Ray glanced at Bobkaat deeply, nodded and said, "Then, His Highness Bobukat will bring four of his best subordinates with him." The strength of your Wild Bear Knight far exceeds that of ordinary Golden Fifth Order warriors, and our team of ten people is very convenient for both infiltrating and escaping. ”

Bobkaat heard Ray's words, a smile appeared on his face, he nodded slowly, looked at the high-ranking knights of the Bicester Empire behind him, and directly ordered the four tallest men with his hands. Ray and the others have now discovered that the warriors of the Bicester Empire have a very strange trait, it seems that the stronger they are, the bigger they are, at least the vast majority of knights. So, just by looking at the size of their high-ranking knights, you can basically tell what kind of warriors they are.

No one looked at Oliver again, and all the generals walked down the stairs of the city wall. Ray and Bobcart naturally walked together, and since they were going out on adventures together, they should at least discuss who was in charge and who was secondary, and whose subordinates should carry what items.

Hart and the others followed closely beside them, and Mubarata looked at Bobqat with a little concern, and rumbled: "Your Highness, if you want to go into the god-given grassland, then you still have to be careful. Your current strength should have been trained very hard, and it is much stronger than the last time we met, but it still hasn't reached the level of a high-level beast soul warrior, and it's still a little bit worse. So don't confront them head-on, you see? General Ray has the power of the 'Lion' Knight, and he's the strongest of you, so it's best to listen to him. ”

Ray looked at Mubarata very seriously, and said very sincerely: "Maybe my strength is stronger than Prince Bobkaat, but Prince Bobqat has more experience in leading troops than me, so I should be able to negotiate a solution to the problem, instead of listening to me for everything." ”

A smile appeared on Bobcart's face, and Ray's compliment put him to good use. It was precisely because Ray already had such strength that his compliments sounded particularly happy.

The group walked away and began to arrange everything they needed to enter the grassland. It's a dangerous task, but someone has to do it. And it must be done by a high-ranking general who can judge the overall situation. In addition, this has already involved the issue of Lei's honor, so let Lei take people to the god-given grassland, this is the most appropriate person.

Oliver stood on the city wall and watched Ray and they disappeared around a street entrance, and couldn't help but sneer and snort: "Ray, why do you make adults value you so much? Hmph, you are just an ordinary army commander, why do you ?。。。 How can I make you higher than I am? ”

A trace of blood from the broken place of the scalp slowly flowed through Oliver's face, and the pale face, the red bloodstains, looked strangely beautiful.