The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

Heavy storms still mean no rest, and the killings and shouts in the distance are coming to an end, and our escape journey is nearing its end as the seafarers are approaching their new capital.

The nine dragons in front of him opened their mouths and the seven remaining faucets spit out seven colored dragon blood, while the Fae magic with devastating fluctuations gathered together. Under the careful control of the nine dragons, the seven dragons finally condensed into a floating, colorful ball of light, which is the ball of deadly elements.

This is a masterpiece of dragons, and very soon, when these magical elements eventually merge, when the seven-colored light sphere eventually becomes pure, the glow that destroys everything is born.

This is the way the top warcraft fights, abandon the tricks that are useless to them, and strengthen the powerful physical and racial talents as much as possible. I see this momentum, the dragon breath of composite attributes will eventually condense into a shockwave of no attributes.

By the strength of the Hydragon King, although the overlap of two faucets is missing, it is enough to compare to the American curse.

Strong physical, simple and powerful genius attacks are the ultimate creatures like giant dragons that can crush the fundamentals of everything, fight them that never make sense, and ultimately talk with strength.

From this magic fluctuation, I estimate that if this were to be bombed, let alone the people in front of us, the whole dock would be blown up.

“Hmm, you think you're the only one who's gonna do it? Heroise, Plan C, give him a shot first! ”

“Ma'am, the concubine can't do it. ”

“What?”

“Your Highness, the concubine wants to do the same, but do you think it won't take time to prepare? At least give me five more minutes! Can't you understand the rescue that has to be late? How can you expect reinforcements when a hero is critical? Go yourself! Don't count on us, I trust you! ”

Hearing this rather modern mess, I made up my mind not to tell the dead cat about the mess, but I was really helpless.

The time is too short, Heroise is not ready to fully understand, but if this compound dragonbreath sprays out, I'm afraid, there's no need for any plans, after all, there's nothing left.

“Damn it! Everybody, look at this! ”

I took a deep breath, I had no intention of breaking out, and I fell directly on the rock wall in the opposite direction of where Corox was located, and what I was going to do next, I'm afraid the wings were pointless.

“Original Sin Demon God. ”

Just as my wings closed, the intense tiredness of transforming the angels of war wrapped around me, and there was no time for exclamation, and with the light of chaos that came, I was transformed into another form - the original sin demon.

The angle rose sharply a few points, apparently because I suddenly became much taller, breathing sulfur between my breaths, and that was a sign of the devil.

And the original white skin turned into an ugly light blue lava layer. At the rate of breathing, the strange demonic pattern couldn't resist flashing, but it smelled a little like elemental life.

The chaotic veins let the blue lightning burst through my veins and then erupted from the demonic pattern, evaporating the rainwater in the air between the overflowing energies, and the thunderstorm flashed in my eyes, eventually shaping, as if the demon was alive.

I don't like this transformation at all, not only because the bad reputation of the power of chaos can cause trouble, but also because this transformation, which imitates the ultimate BOSS of the rebels, is ugly enough to always remind me of the witchcraft era in the middle of the night looking in the mirror and scaring my own black history.

And at this moment, I need this ugly transformation, because he's ugly, but he's powerful and not warm at all.

“Ice and snow elves, polar storms, listen to my fate... ”

If the Angel of War is a fast-forward transformation, suitable for a powerful melee, this original sinful demon transformation, enhancement is magical manipulation, willpower, intellectual attributes and other legal system capabilities, is a typical legal transformation.

“… under my will, the end of the extreme creation of the old age of decay is coming...”

Long spells carry magical fluctuations that destroy the heavens and the earth, ice and snow elves sing in the air, and the top ice and snow curse - glacial century pink ink.

Unlike Margaret's cottage version, the Ice Age is less than a third as powerful as the original, and as the inventor of this curse, I was able to bring it to 200%.

The principle of this curse is extremely simple, condensed into crystals with the purest ice and snow magic, repeatedly compressed and then ejected, and there is no fundamental difference between fire balls.

But just as Heroise had previously evaluated it, because it was simple, so simple, because it was simple and there was nothing else, it was divided into something that conformed to the essence of ice and snow, but was powerful.

[Subartifact, the breath of death of the Black God, one of the special effects of soul conversion: extraction of the soul of the dead, conversion into pure magic of death]

Should I be thankful for the massacre and years of accumulation that Nakalohin made when the magic of death was incorporated into my hands, but the raw was transformed into the purest ice and snow magic? Countless souls have created the massive amount of magic in this subartifact, which is what I lack most at this time.

“... winter dormancy is both doom and newborn.....”

With me at the heart, as the magic of the high black sceptre spilled wildly, as the chanting became louder and louder, the kale demon pattern representing the ice and snow was spreading throughout the earth, and the ice and snow elves dancing in the air were singing together.

Without a hand, the whole cliff has turned into a cold polar, the pouring of rain in the air has turned into heavy snow with goose fur, and the summer breeze, which should have been brisk with tide and warmth, has turned into a cold polar storm.

Even as temperatures drop rapidly, the surface of the flood begins to form thin ice, and endless floods meet natural enemies for the first time.

Finally, the two regenerated faucets lifted up vigorously, just recovered and stared at me dead, and the red light of anger was emitted in the adult-sized eyes, which was a naked killing intent.

This distance and snowflake do not stand in its way, it is assessing the threat that my magic can pose to it.

In the mind of Hydra Fioros, as long as the dragon slaughter and the nasty chain can be removed, it is only a few days after the curse, Hydra Fioros is not hit by the curse for the first time, anyway, the rough meat will not die, can be completely regenerated in a few days.

But just one glance, he knew it was different.

Its self-healing regeneration is an ethnic gift, but it is also a combination of water system magic. Fioros is confident that as long as there is water, it is immortal, but what happens if there is no water?

Water magicians tend to practice cold ice magic to enhance the killing power and change of their spells, but that doesn't mean there's no conflict between the two magics. Instead, pure water magicians hate the most adversary is ice.

Water magic often takes the form of arrows, waves, essentially the control and use of substances in liquid form, so he has two natural enemies, flame magic that represents high temperatures evaporates liquids, and cold ice magic that is homologous to water magic represents low temperatures, which turns liquids into solid cold ice.

Whether it's water vapor or cold ice, it's not liquid form that naturally fails to meet the concept of "water," which destroys his fundamentals.

Hydrangfioros is thinking, but the more he thinks about it, the more he thinks about it, the worse it feels.

Obviously, there is a curse of cold ice magic in front of you. Without it, it resonates with natural phenomena and elemental elves. Obviously, it is the hallmark of the super curse.

Although there is no magic fluctuation in the practitioner himself (bronze scale magic equals nothing in his eyes), the black short stick is releasing endless magic, and the ice magician has just frozen his resistance to extremely high self, which has proven to be an excellent cold ice magic qualification, if this curse truly freezes himself successfully...

Enjoy the rest of your life in an ice that never thaws? Renewability will not contribute in any way to this situation.

“Get in the fridge and forget about Hydra? Tickets to the exhibition are also available.” This joke is not funny to him.

If you go further, freeze all the surrounding river water, rainwater, and your own body fluids into ice, then your ability to heal is also obsolete, and it is possible to freeze directly into ice and break into ice slag and die.

The human curse, Fioros the Hydragon, was not meant to be, but at this moment, the more you look at it, the less you look at it.

“Bang!”

At the feet of that magician, the frozen earth was suddenly torn apart, the gap between void and reality was opened, and a great abyss of demons was opened.

And then a giant black bone hand rose up, and the bone claws went straight into the solid earth, and just one phalanx had an adult adult, and that was just the beginning, and the real nightmare was returning.

“Ahhh! ”

As that pitch-black giant skull returned from the underworld, even though the skull with the crown had a ghostly smile and made a "click-and-mouth” laugh, all the fears that witnessed its life instinctively screamed, as if they saw the reaper harvesting all life.

“... we will bring equal termination and death to all life...”

The chanting continues, and the wizard standing on the cold ice crown on the head of the ridiculous Skull King is still chanting, and the crown of the ice crystal gems becomes his throne.

The cliffs are already snowy, and on the frost, the ice king is laughing wildly, and his mere presence is enough for everything to come to an end.

And beneath the cliffs, endless cold ice begins to freeze the floods in front of us, even the air begins to freeze, and at the coming of the King of Everlasting Night, all life will come to an end.

Even though the cold ice hasn't spread to the Hydragon, the dragon's bloody eyes are finally overwhelmed with fear.

In the eyes of that Skull King, Fioros, the Hydragon Emperor, had never been so close to death, even though his seven colors of dragon breath were still converging, and the fear instinct of life was still shaking the immortal old evil beast.

This is not a matter of strength, but of instinctive fear caused by the relationship between the top and bottom of the food chain. The Black Skull King in front of us is the hunter of all living beings.

The Hydragon also knew that the Skull King, who was taller than him in front of him, was not a reality, only that the release of the curse brought about a divine projection similar to the ideological world. Although it was the patent of the powerful who had approached the realm of the true god, perhaps rarely in this era, it was nothing to him as an ancient people.

But the key thing is that the threat of the divine power projection is the most real appearance of that man and that god. He has seen the divine power projection of the storm lady. The angry true God projection that caused the storm to destroy the city is far worse than the threat of this black skeleton. The only one that can compare, perhaps just by chance, is the projection of the ancient reaper Ayer.

“Aye? The god of the dead... also skeleton form, and black artifact scepter, is it really the man of the legend? It is true that he recently appeared in the underground world and exterminated an Earl of the Devil. Is this the legend... of the super curse that directly destroyed the kingdom of the elves - the Ice Age! ”

“... under our will, the century of the glacier will return to the earth, and the world of the dead will again..."

When the curse reaches this point, it is no longer possible to stop, even if the practitioner no longer sings, the ice elf in the middle of the sky continues to sing.

At this time, under this tumultuous chorus, strange spells rage back and forth throughout the battlefield, even if they do not understand this heretic language, and everyone understands the true meaning of this strange language.

It is not a vicious curse, on the contrary, just as a historian is describing the new epic poems he has documented, it is a possibility that the executor is describing the future that he believes will inevitably happen - when the Ice Age returns, when everything is frozen again, all living beings and gods will either die or fall asleep, and the frost-free dead will become masters of the new age.

Clearly it is a simple description and statement, but with endless destruction and despair, this is the last hymn of the Eternal Night Emperor, the Ice Age.

This is an absurd distortion, but it is simply a theoretical possibility of the end of the day that could happen in the future.

And in order to bring the truly desirable form of the end to all living beings, the madness of the eternal night emperor created the most dangerous and maddening curse in history, and the most ferocious thought of him succeeded, from the day the curse was born, the “Ice Age” was doomed to be the nightmare of all life.

Fioros was a little desperate when he found out who the opponent was really likely to be.

The name of man, the shadow of the tree, which peak period is the second-rate god to go around, his legions once hunted for countless beings equal to themselves, notorious in the world of the top warcraft, so deeply remembered in his past, the spell to this point can not recognize who is too stupid in front of him.

“Eternal Night King!! ”

The fearful Hydragon royal screamed out that taboo name, roaring all over the city, countless eyes cast here, the whole world trembled at it.

Fioros had no doubt at the time that the curse would kill him, and as long as the full ice age was released, it would be the city, not himself, that would be able to keep the whole body.

The same is true, as long as the full version of the Ice Century is released, the effects of that rainfall capital can be ignored, because there will be nothing but glaciers here in a hundred years.

It is the last moment of the Seven-Colour Dragon's breath, and the long-sought enemy who has pursued Dragon Slaughter his whole life is about to fall in front of him, but when he is about to die, it is not time for revenge and hatred.

“Ah!” “Knock! ”

Two nascent faucets bite off their six faucets, and the poor ultimate creature, the Hydragon King, turns into a three-headed serpent. After losing six energy sources, the remaining masters are finally free to manipulate this upcoming ball of dragon breath.

So he sprayed his breath, and he didn't hesitate to push the light ball to the Eternal Night King.

And at this moment, I, who seemed to be so powerful, was actually crying without tears.

I'm just a bronze-class rookie ice cream now, and the magic all over me isn't enough to rub a blizzard, the Ice Age or anything, it's just a distant dream.

But just as it was a blade storm of “understanding”, all theories knew that it was not difficult to reacquaint myself with this self-created "Ice Age”, but without the support of the foundation, it certainly could not be released.

[Ding, congratulations to your host on the demigod-like destruction of the Prohibition of the Ice Age. - System Tip: What? If you want more annotations, why waste my saliva anyway? And if you do release, remember to buy a coffin. What, you think we should use this luck to buy lottery tickets? Stupid, how dead people get lottery tickets. By the way, you can go gambling, and I can make a fortune, well, no difficulty gambling, and just bet the other way and you win steadily.

As usual, I ignored the chatter system more than the text. At this time, in order to hold on to my nine-headed dragon, I was just going to take out the Ice Century to scare people. Since there is the magic reserved in the "Death Breath of the Black God”, let's take it out together to scare people.

But as soon as I asked, I knew it was broken, and I took it off again.

“Damn it! Can't stop!! ”