The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

AD1897, the summer of the year of the vulture, was destined to be remembered by many.

Whether it was the beginning of the Eternal Jihad, the beginning of the Haitian nation's ascent to the historical stage, or the birth of the rainfall capital, Ferrosi, he was remembered by his descendants, after all, there were too many great facts that occurred during the year.

From the beginning, everyone, including me, underestimated the Sea Nation, let alone the storm lady and the god of water elements behind it.

The first priority in making accurate judgements is to obtain comprehensive and truthful information, and the population on the ground knows too little about the Sea Nation, and at the beginning of the Sea invasion even the most informed strategists could only make conservative judgements based on past experience and history.

“Shouldn't it be a small war, or even a war, just an attack on a coastal city? After all, they can't get ashore and occupy our land. Killing all the creatures on the surface is a victory? Such wars are simply pointless, and as long as the seas remain intelligent creatures, as long as our living spaces cannot overlap, they cannot disembark and we cannot enter the water, then a war of total war and aggression between them is simply pointless and impossible. ”

Wars between nations and nations, often in the interests of survival space, land and resources, or simply for the sake of the hatred of the leadership and the popular hearts and minds of the people, the will of the military, can erupt, but if wars are doomed to fail to yield sufficient gains, or are clearly more than rewarding, the likelihood of such pointless wars truly is low.

“The Haitians are not allowed to stay on the ground for long periods of time, they are merely ashes forced ashore by the Lady of Evil Storm, and sooner or later they will disband. ”

In this world, even the resolutions of the gods cannot be absolute. God accepts the beliefs of all peoples above Him and shelters his followers according to His divine domain and priesthood, but forces everyone to commit a war that is destined to die 100%, but is doomed to no gain. I fear that it is good that Yang Feng Yin violates the count, and it is possible to simply abandon the faith of God and find a new god.

After all, this is not an absolute world in which all divinity reigns. Many gods are human beings, and the distance between gods and mortals is not so far away. God needs the support of the faith of mortals, and weak mortal races need the refuge of gods.

This is also the root cause of the negative delays in Orlando's congressional decisions, when the royal think tanks were all patting their hearts, guaranteeing their lives that the Sea's offensive strongmen would do so, sooner or later receding, just the beginning of jihad.

Because think tanks have repeatedly stressed the lack of ambition of the Sea Nation, and the real caution is instead the chaotic evil that forces them ashore, the vast majority of Orlandic executives ignore the immediate threat and remain ambitious to invest their energies in the calculation of their peers (subordinate countries).

But in fact, intelligence between the two sides is unequal because some seafarers are able to disembark and few surface races are able to go into the water, and Trixis, who has been out of the sea for months, not to mention because of the resurgence of the god of water elements, has changed dramatically throughout the seafaring world.

I'm afraid that starts with the living environment of the seas.

In fact, although the oceans are vast and seem to have endless resources and living space, even though the fighting power of the seas is generally not low, the lives of the seas are actually much more painful and tragic than the race on the ground.

Deep seas are extremely dangerous, not to mention the deadly low temperatures and water pressures. Those immeasurable sea trolls are the true masters of the ocean, living only in the shallow waters of the continental shelf, and there is very limited space for seafarers to survive.

The limited space they have, however, presents them with a very real problem - that food is never enough.

Countless fish in the ocean? But in fact, hunting by eating from the sky is extremely unreliable. It is true that there are many fish stocks, but most of them are dominant. As mentioned earlier, the deep sea cannot be reached, but in fact the fishery resources in the shallow sea are extremely limited. After the ocean made the cultivation industry a joke, and after hunting alone is not enough to sustain the daily routine, the seas have made herding stocks the only option and fishermen have a longer tradition in order to maintain sufficient fishery resources around their settlements.

Fisheries resources determine the number of members of marine communities, the number and strength of marine communities determine the extent to which they can grow their own tribal fish stocks, grass-fed fish stocks chase seagrass and algae, flesh-fed fish stocks chase other fish stocks, and, like surface grazing, artificial grazing under water will still disrupt the local natural balance, and migration is inevitable when fish stocks grow negatively.

Fish and sea life consume the basic resources of that area, and the shorter the cycle of migrating large tribes, in a sense, they and nomadic herds like half-humans, only half of them graze cattle and sheep, chase aquatic plants, and they graze fish, chase tides.

The songs and talents of the sea demons and mermaids that summon the fish are amazing. They are just tools formed in the herding fish, and the whistles and whistles of the shepherds are not very different. The only ones who respond to their summons are their own fish stocks and marine partners.

The herding of fish, which sounds fantastic and beautiful, is in fact a painful task. Chasing tides and aquatic plants requires a great deal of experience, and the dangers of migration are even greater. No one knows whether the next relocation point will encounter sea monsters or hostile tribes. If you are unlucky, several consecutive relocations have suffered major losses, and the tribes should be disbanded.

While nomadic races are naturally strongly aggressive, allowing many tribes to work part-time as mercenaries or even as bandits themselves, on the other hand, tribal nomadic survival is destined to lead to a relatively centralized feudal State that will not emerge, as long as the number of tribes reaches a certain level, it will inevitably disintegrate in order to compete for living space and limited resources.

How could a feudal state based on land partitioning be born without even a nation? Several resource-rich large and medium-sized assembly points in the shallow sea limit the number of permanent tribes and must rotate at intervals. Only the most powerful tribes are likely to have a more comfortable life after the triumph of the tribal race.

No one can guarantee that they will die of an irresistible disaster after the next relocation. A relatively stable settlement is the sincere desire of the seafarers and the root cause of their ethnic jealousy and even hatred on the ground.

“Why do those weak, weak terrestrial creatures have a happy and stable everyday life and we don't even know where tomorrow is? ”

Speaking of which, now that there are interests and reasons for war, and that the extraordinarily realistic seafarers are to be used as cannon dust for it, the interests of the water element gods, Ms. Aylos and Ms. Storm, have become evident.

A nation, a pedal city to the new world, a sacred place in the minds of all the seafarers, when the country is determined, is a kingdom, a kingdom belonging to the seafarers themselves.

It is true that the seas cannot disembark for long periods of time, but what if the land is constantly raining and there is always water accumulating several metres deep on the ground? Then, seafarers can live freely in water cities, and only part of the dry land needs to be reserved for farmland outside the city, enslaving the terrestrial races as farmers, and the terrestrial kingdom belonging to the seafarers has the potential to be born.

Incredible? But in this world of magic and true God, everything is possible, and storms, thunderstorms, are the priests of the Haitian goddess, Ms. Storm, and Aylos, the god of water elements, is the super expert in water, building an autonomous circular rainfall city that only they can do.

In the original “history”, the resurrected god of the ancient elements existed as the first world BOSS, each of which was almost true God's presence, clearly exceeding the handling power of the "players", so the Almighty “Administrator” God arranged a series of dramatic killings, so that these freshly-sleepy bastards died tragically in the hands of the natives and “Heroes of Destiny's Choice", making their subordinate elemental creatures the practitioners of the “Heroes”.

There is still a difference between the real world and the simulated virtual game. In this world, there is no super god named “Game Administrator”. If only a few or a dozen rookies encounter the weak and ancient god just resurrected, I'm afraid it's not the slaughterhouse god of luck who testifies, but the body and soul that make up for it.

Therefore, apart from the fire element god, who still has bad luck at home, the other released element gods have begun to recover from a long dormant period, and how can they ever be willing to be forgotten by the wind and the cloud? Their existence is just untouchable, their hands must change everything, there are some plots that are tactically wrong from the beginning, “history” and “fate” derailed from the beginning.

Until the tremendous benefits of radically changing the fate of themselves and their children, the Haitian attack was no longer a small-time scene in “history”; it was a war of all-out war, a war of exterminating aggression, but an Orlando empire that ignored the determination and strength of the other party and was still dreaming of a super empire, with no discovery that the scourge of extinction had reached its doorstep.

At this time, there is a grand ceremony on the ground, but there is also a festival underwater, and it is even bigger.

Somewhere beneath the river in Kagshi City, under the cover of a magical mist, is already a busy sight.

Hundreds of Haitian tribal elites acted as guardians with no remorse, countless strong sea tribes gathered here, the arrogant and rude Naga royal family smiled humbly, the irritable and angry fierce sea beasts were put on the chains of unspeakable headgear and restraint actions, even the arrogantly murdering sea giants put aside their rust anchor weapons, trying to lower their heads and disguise humility.

Only the stronger and the supreme can lower their heads.

Above the huge altar carved in colorful coral rock, there is a large, small and two baoyu finely carved throne, one of which is suspended in the sky, and the other one is an ice beauty with white skin and snow skin. Her shape is half a mermaid, her upper body is human, but she drags the long tail like a sea dragon.

Though she looks petite and beautiful in contrast to the giant altar, she is still taller than the most powerful sea giant and looks far more gorgeous and beautiful than the mermaid of the royal Haitian family, and if you look carefully, this Spirit of Water beauty with scales and tails has some transparency in her skin tone and is really made of water.

“Let's get started. ”

Ailos, the god of water elements, has an unnamed sense of weakness in his voice in the cold, his voice is not loud, but at the same time sounds in the ears of all the seamen. It is not magic, it is merely river water that conveys the will of their monarchs. This is underwater, her world, she has endless rights and endless power.

And as Aylos' will is conveyed, the festival officially begins.

With Ailos' white jade fingers a little, the void door was opened, on the other side, the surface of the water element, home to Ailos and her kingdom.

Countless water elemental fish emerged, but just climbed the altar, turning into pure water in a sway, while the nourished coral altar slowly glowed.

Medium-sized water elements, water elements inspectors, water elements elderly, ancient water elements, a powerful presence is activated into a tribute, while elemental organisms never fear life or death, death is only a channel for them to return to their world.

On the other side, a Black Robe tribe walked up to the altar, carrying the Holy Emblem of the Storm, and they were the priests of the Storm Ladies, who were able to bring in storms and waves to devour ships, and they had always had a high status and prestige in every tribe.

At this time, they are doing the same thing - walking up to the altar, picking up the ceremonial dagger, plunging it into their hearts, and then falling satisfied.

And by the time these esteemed storm priests fell one by one, on the other empty throne, there was already a phantom, she was just the size of an ordinary person, far from the height of Eiros on one side, but any sea tribe saw her, but inevitably lowered its proud head in trembling.

As a chaotic evil god, although her reputation is not visible on the surface, like her evil colleagues, Ms. Storm is also happy to receive blood festivals from believers, and her will is long overdue.

“The souls will enter our realm, and the songs will be sung by the descendants. ”

The Divine Split spoke in praise of the glorified tone, allowing more Black Robe priests to quickly walk to the altar and compete for the opportunity to give their lives before the True God.

And with the fall of an offering, the shadow of the storm lady became more real, and with the arrival of the Divine Divinity, powerful storms and thunderstorms began to appear in the sky above the river.

Like Eilos, the blue-skinned storm lady carries the characteristics of a sea family, and the acute goddess can't wait to unleash the ravages of terrestrial life as she gradually reaches the essence.

“Kagsi City? Afterwards, only the king of the Sea Nation, Ferrosi, the rainy capital. Let our people take your dream kingdom with their own hands. ”

The will of the gods was conveyed in the storm, and the next moment, the majestic real-life god himself picked up a ritual dagger and inserted it into his heart, and when the will of the divine returned to the body, it was already in the power of the black storm, turned into a tornado!

The self-sacrifice of the true gods of the storm, I'm afraid, will reverse all their strength, but this gift of jihad just begun is destined to give the gods of order a headache.

At this moment, the top of the countless tornadoes has reached the skyscraper, and a new natural cycle is being built, while the will of the god of water elements has been given.

“I have given the name of the city of Ferrosi Rain Capital, within which rain will never cease, accompanied by flooding and eternity, and the people of rain will become the family of the water. ”

In the face of endless storms, in the face of the power of God, the boundaries between water and heaven are broken, countless floods are swept up in the sky to form new rainwater, new natural cycles have formed, and oddly enough, floods are rising throughout the city, while floods in the already submerged pier area are retreating.

Soon, when all the floods were held at about one blade (about a metre), the storm was much smaller, and Ailos, a pale face, with the help of the Grand Duke of Water Elements, returned to the surface of the water element through the space gate, overdepleting her destiny to go back to sleep.

“Take our capital, as the Storm Queen will! ”

Silent kale dragons surfaced, sea giants picked up their heavy anchors, and Naga began to prepare their spells.

“Ha, here we go. ”

On the river, the first time Hydra of the Nine Dragons stepped into the city for long enough, the whole city began to tremble.

Suddenly rising floods swept down the barrier, rainwater and floods directly across the waist blurred the horizon, and the Orlando Guard, overwhelmed by strange weather and floods, would face one of the toughest water wars ever.

“Dragon! Die!”

Silver lightning broke through the long sky, and Kowloon, one of the most forward-looking faucets, was actually split open, green dragon blood erupted, with stench and corruption contaminating the surface of the river.

“Ahhh! Fucking butcher!! ”

When people retreat in the face of the aggressive Haitian Festival, the first to declare war is the Spirit Basra.