The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

Even if the earth is not frozen, the cold winds in the North have become cold, and, as in previous years, the first snow falls in two months at most, and that difficult winter, which lasts almost seven months, poses the most daunting and dangerous challenge to all life.

The fittest survives, weakens and stays strong, and nothing is better suited to be this heartless, cold-blooded final examiner than a harsh nature.

In the North, when the brief autumn end is obviously not suitable for travel, I can't help but get stuck in the first snow in a dangerous place, but unfortunately I don't have the right to be picky anymore.

On the warm flowering day next spring, I'm afraid the army of the Orcs will go south, even less likely to leave by then, grasping the rest of the time to do more is the key right now.

“A hybrid autonomous leader? What an embarrassing past. But I'm afraid that's the only way out. ”

The official name of the hybrid autonomous chief is the Savannah autonomous chief, but not many people call that name anymore. After all, the land is also an embarrassing historical legacy.

In the aftermath of interracial wars, defeated countries often lose a great deal of land and people, especially plundered women, who tend to be the trophy of victors, while prolonged interracial domination often also represents an embarrassing mass of hybrids.

Much of the North, including the Land of Lan, had been occupied by the South invading Orcs for nearly a hundred years, and the demons did not do much good when they attacked, and were followed by several elf tribes as a huge share of the slave trade, so that there were a number of orcs, half demons, half elves and other hybrids in the land, of course, the vast majority, but also the Orcs.

Of course, these “numerous” figures, in the eyes of a country, are still negligible, but they have allowed the kingdoms of mankind to reclaim the land, and the newborns in these crevices have become embarrassed when the enslaved human inhabitants cheer.

Mixed children's identities did make them better off than ordinary humans at the time of interracial rule, but in a sense they were also destined to be targets of resentment.

When heterosexuals are driven back to their homes, it is obviously impossible for these Orcs to stay in their homes. Their heterosexual qualities remind others of that tragic history. With a little friction, some hearts shout out a few inflammatory slogans, they may turn out to be uncontrollable racial hatred.

Not to mention that many Orcs themselves are not good generations, and in those years when Orcs ruled, in order to make their position known, they were "compatriots” of their own humanity in the hands of unusually cruel and most appalling tragedies, often those assholes whose positions were embarrassing.

And when mankind recovered this century-old loss of land, the ensuing great trials and bloody reprisals directly led to the hanging of most of the hybrids, while the rest of them were sentenced to exile, before the re-establishment of the Duchy of Dong Lan and the era of King Charles I of Dong Lan Kai.

And in a crazy age where a little association with the Orcs can be used as a justification for the death penalty, hybrids who can be saved from a vengeful trial without justice are often left with only children and women who cannot survive, even those Orcs who are famously friendly to humankind, at best, are allowed to carry more possessions with them.

At that time, no one dared speak for the “beasts" in front of a people whose desire for revenge had overwhelmed their heads. Otherwise, wouldn't it be unjust for an beast to take his wretched hat with him?

In those crazy times, when no country was willing to accept these hybrids, the border line to the Orc Plateau was sealed (and a few who had successfully crossed the border had failed to do so, and they became the outrage of the losers), the so-called exile, for these weak people, was in fact no different from the imposition of the death penalty, and instead chose not to execute them personally, but to let themselves perish in a cruel nature.

If the kingdom of Rulang is the black history of the entire kingdom of mankind, I'm afraid these hybrids are the black history of the entire North.

When all nations refused them entry and expelled them with knights, they were helpless and had to migrate unmanned into the mountains, and as the years changed, when all began to forget them, thinking that they had died in the snow and the herd of beasts, deep in the mountains, in that miraculous valley, a nascent autonomous sovereign emerged - the Savannah Autonomous Territory.

Today's Chaweng Autonomous Territory will naturally not be a purely hybrid autonomous territory of more than 200 years ago. It is still not recognized by States, but has become a paradise for the borderless and the impossible. Humans, Orcs and Pokémon can see it, but the largest number are still indigenous hybrids with peculiar characteristics.

For example, the young warrior outside the carriage, who had cat ears and claws of a cat animal, dragged a long lizard tail, and the lower body of a half-man, apparently a product of several hybrids.

And the Ranger in the shadow, with his beautiful white feathers, seemed to have some kind of bird beast lineage, but the normal arm on the left and the long lizard scale arm on the right made it look very uncoordinated.

“This is paradise! ”

Some increasingly philosophical master of the Beast King, seeing the land and its inhabitants, instantly abandoned that increasingly difficult way of speaking, and speaking plainly was unappreciable.

At this time, under the siege of many hybrids, he was already delighted, he had been actively talking to each other, and from that growing back-to-back situation, at least the hybrid warrior of half horse descent would not escape the skilful wrist of this old oil bar.

When we first arrived at this border post, these Orc warriors were not very friendly to us, and the soldiers were intimidated, and the arrows of the Tree Rangers were always aimed at us.

After I presented the merchant's certificate issued by the Principality of Donglan, my attitude was obviously slow, and the inspection of our convoy was not as detailed as that of the previous convoy, and there was a funny conversation with the guards before a man could find a way in.

“Did Dongland have a good relationship with the Shavin Autonomous Commander? ”

Heroise, lying on my head, was forced to go out just after evolution, and now she's depressed and unmoved, relying on my face all day long.

“Dong Lan has good relations with all the forces hostile to human society, but his relations with the Sha Wen Autonomous Territory are particularly good, for other reasons. ”

It was a dark history that had been declassified by time, and when the hybrids were fortunate enough to find a valley around the mountains suitable for life, the new Savannah Autonomous Territory had just been built, the hardest days for lack of clothing and food, and the disturbed king Charles had secretly assisted it.

“I was just trying to help the innocent and the descendants of the people of Lan, but it seemed so tragic that I did more. Well, most importantly, if you give only the food and clothes of the descendants of the people of Lan, you will be robbed of your head, which will kill him, so you will have to help him in the end. Fortunately, we were wealthy all those years. ”

When a passage from Wang's diary was discovered, that 30-year-old aid that was exposed also became the source of the only fraternal nation two hundred years later, the Savannah Autonomous Territory still sees the Principality of Donglan as the sole source.

Over the years, the nearer and closer the two places that have been implicitly excluded from the whole of the North, the closer the relationship between the two sides has been strengthened. Even foreign businessmen who want to enter Sha Wen will find a way to prove to Dong Lan businessmen, while many powerful people in the Sha Wen autonomous territory recognize the descendants of their own people.

It is worth mentioning that the warm valley bottom between these mountains is also one of the rare granaries in the north, and when the feng shui rotated, the inhabitants of this land began to rescue the descendants of the distressed king Charles. Without the interest-free “borrowing of grain” of the autonomous territory, I fear the collapse of Donglian would have been many years earlier.

And this time I accompanied the convoy, but there was also a batch of medicine and other scarce supplies in the North, which is definitely good goods that the North can neither afford nor buy. It is also the overpayment of the Duchy of Donglan for the food arrears accumulated over the years.

Allowing arrears is not benevolence? It is truly gracious to allow a company that is at risk of bankruptcy to default and ready to borrow new life-saving food on a continuous basis, provided that it is ready to go home.

Since the Savannah Autonomous Commander had not forgotten the mercy of Charles, Dong Lan would naturally remember to send this grace with the report it deserved.

The good relationship between the two places is also why I chose to use them as a first stop for my visit. In other hostile countries, I am afraid that nothing can be done at this point in my life.

An accident added a new purpose to my trip.

“Sister Emila, what do you think of this land, suitable for your plant growth? Can I grow a new breed of seedlings here? ”

“That was so fast! I still need time to test and test, by the way, don't forget what you promised! ”

“I won't forget. ”

Well, I couldn't help laughing at that alliance-like pact under the city, and that started with the accident half a month ago.

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“My seven original sins are no different! Too much better than your weed! ”

“Weeds... weeds? Oh, how dare you! ”

The archmage with her head down laughed furiously, and countless shadows spread behind her, adding a little sense of crisis and the sour sweetness of venom to the wind. The bloody phagocyanism moved stupidly in the shadows.

“Whoo-hoo! ”

Seems to feel the anger of the creator, some creature seems to be crying in low voice, huge vine limbs in the shadows are growing mad, the green leaves above them actually start to have more mouths with serrations.

The saliva of the Ming Cannibal flower is dripping in front of me, and the giant vine with the poison sting is already haunting me, and I still don't move, as if I didn't see it.

I know that, although she is definitely the most murdered and unconscionable person I know, now, as long as she does it, she will admit to losing.

The peers are the wrongdoers, and the meeting of scholars, especially those with overlapping research fields and serious differences of opinion, often starts with mutual irony, growls as development, and ends with mutual slapping.

But if that scholar eventually triumphed in the form of murder, instead of admitting that he could not defeat his opponents in the academic sphere, he could only do so by eliminating his competitors, which he feared would be a total failure at the root.

Indeed, Emila, the archmage who set out to kill me at the first sight, eventually quenched her anger in my irony, retrieved the dangerous cannibal plants and returned to the struggle.

“Hmm. Seven original sins? You haven't got it together yet, have you, bulimia, anger, and the arrogance that was just unsealed, just three? ”

“I've only recently made greed and jealousy, two more to go, and you? Is your seven virtues all over again? Is it just" restraint "and" diligence "more than a hundred years ago? ”

“... I, I also made a 'modesty’ just to deal with your arrogance! ”

“Hmm? Funny? There's no point in saying anything. Show me. ”

Rumor has it that Emila has fallen into silence, and from what I know of her, she doesn't shy away from lying, and now she can't take it out, mostly for other reasons.

“If it hadn't been for that damn Adam beating up my baby...”

Well, I was stunned first, then I couldn't help but wipe out the cold sweat, gladly I escaped the holocaust, then I got a little angry.

If the other party's new toys are intact, most of them will show off directly to me, and according to my abilities now, they may be killed in seconds, but I'm not thankful for Adam, because I've heard the sub lines.

“Okay, good for you, Adam. Han, who am I to divulge my information so that this house girl who can't get out of the house and doesn't notice anything outside the window will choose to go out, and I kind of get your weird expression these days, did you intentionally not remind me to wait for me to see the joke? ”

But at this time, it's not time to think of anything else. In the face of each other's weakness, I took out the killer.

“Remember Miss Herois? Now she's my greed! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Wait for your help! ”

Heroise has been so sleepy since she ate the "Breath of Death of the Dark God” that she seems to be preparing to evolve again, but at this point, it is time to get her out of the emergency room.

“Miss Heroise? Isn't she a witch? ”

When I pulled out the dead cat, there was still no need to say more about the rest, and the Slime monster with the Cat Alien appearance was more convincing than anything else.

So when Emila focused on sleeping with a dead cat, I finally had time to ask what was really going on and how to get this guy to come to the door.

“Let me explain, the lady said she was an old acquaintance and was going to surprise you with a message shortly after we put out our sign that day. But the big brother said he could feel that she was one of us, but she was also your enemy, and he was dragging on. The lady kept herself locked in the room as if she was studying something, and for a long time she forgot to ask until you came to the door. ”

When I heard that, I didn't know what to say. Maybe they were kind, but now that they're alive, they can only say big things.

“The kingdom of the Mage spans a hundred years. How dare you stay in HQ? She even dared to commit a crime in the cloud tower in order to test it and find inspiration. You are?”

This is a tall, robust man, with a strong muscle under his tight leather coat, like a statue, and his faceless, steady explanation with blindfolded glasses, gives an unusually reliable presence.

“Pierre. Papan, we really love Brother Yi's new dick, we all call him Runei Papa Son! ”

Well, retrieving that "reliable” review, just a new member who truly loves his brothers and sisters, remains the best note.

“Well... do you have a daughter? ”

“Well, I love my daughter Runak more than I love myself, more than anything in the world, and that's why I'm allowed to join the group. ”

When I heard that, I couldn't help but relieve myself that it was nothing more than a transitional daughter controlling, but acceptable.

“Is Runak a ship or a battleship?”

Well, Momo's words made me instantly understand that a gentleman would add value if left alone! So this is Shipwreck.

“Well, I've heard that sailors who have lived overseas for a long time look at their boats as women, and I can understand that, and I can really understand that. ”

Though his mouth said so, he took a silent step back and stayed away from the increasingly outrageous group of gentlemen.

“Oh, Brother Papan, I told you you were worried. How could His Royal Highness not understand you? He himself is the king of gentlemen. You are only 0.4 sad winds. He is 10 sad winds in Iwo Mountain City! ”

But Momo's explanation was superfluous, and by this time Runak had fallen into an unnamed fanaticism.

“It's not that shallow of a romantic habit! Don't compare those artifacts to Runak. Runak is the cutest little girl in the world. Do the other boats have that tall turret? Is there such a smooth and beautiful deck? Is there such a curved bow? Yes...”

I can't help but sigh at this other kind of "daughter-controlled” self-minded fanaticism. There can't be a normal person in the League of Gentlemen! How can it be normal to fall in love with brothers and sisters?

Well, no matter which one of the new gentlemen is still singing, "Ah, that warm engine room, oh, that amazing main pole," I put my eyes over there, Emila has squatted to the ground with frustration, just repeatedly whispering.

“Half-life, half-dead spirit? How is that possible? This must be about the height of the Creator. He's making progress again? Or did I step back? ”

It did make me feel good to see her like this, but if she dragged on a little longer, if she really gave up her final dignity, she would probably rush off to ask for technical information, and now she can't beat it, so I offered her bait.

“Sister Emila, if you do two things for me, I'll let you go to the next floor! ”