The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

In the eyes of the vast majority of humans, the Orc Plateau is a magical desert, but for the Guardians of the North, this statement is too far removed from the real situation, and in their eyes, Shamans and witch doctors of the Orc are very headache practitioners.

The former is good at communicating with the spirit of the elements, triggering powerful attacks of various natural phenomena, or providing auxiliary support to their peers. Their spell consumption is obvious. In some respects, their ability to attack is no worse than that of a colored magician, nor is their auxiliary ability much worse than that of a priest or a holy knight.

Moreover, thanks to Shaman's skill in working with his companions, there is a unique advantage in guiding strategic magic, and the seismic technique is simply the only great killer of the Orc Siege.

But on the other hand, as a short-legged crispy law profession with a huge threat and not as many life-saving spells as a magician, once captured by a powerful melee...

“We can give him ten seconds to plead with Mother Earth, five seconds to pull out his weapon, three seconds to make a senseless rebellion or spell, and then use the last second to end him. ”

“Fourteen Shamans are killed every minute! Please don't kill Shamans and support Shamans Land Transfer Spell (Random Transient Transfer) Instantaneous Bill! and support the cancellation of Shaman's occupation! - Shaman Self Help Foundation. ”

Without mentioning the obvious shortcomings of the monolithic force and the confusion surrounding it, Shaman was able to be regarded as the first target in the battle, but instead illustrated his powerful auxiliary, long-range attack capabilities, which were lacking in a clan of veterinarians who were good at physical combat.

And if Shaman is the best battlefield combination of veterinary warriors, then witch doctors are the strongest logistics profession, that is, they are good at configuring poisons and antidotes, they are good at all kinds of curses, witchcraft, but they are also good at expelling curses and healing patients.

Although their therapy is somewhat outrageous, after all, it's really creepy to use all the bleeding therapy, whether it's a cold or dizziness, and although most of the medicines they're dispensing with don't even know what's in them (most of them have lizard-dried powder, dark grass roots and other unexplainable materials), they do save a lot of lives in the highlands where medicine is scarce. (The loser has died and the deceased naturally cannot complain.

The profession of imposition is always scarce, especially for the Orc tribe.

For the veterinary clan of muscle warriors, it is difficult to find a smart clan, not to mention the need for a gift of magic. In each tribe, both practitioners are extremely rare and valuable. Shamans and witch doctors have a high status in the veterinary clan, and there are not a few concurrent chiefs.

At this point, however, the precious Shamans and witch doctors became hard-workers, checking back and forth on the altar, and angry bystanders even began to whip them.

”Damn it! So careful, there's still something wrong. ”

Emmon of the Blood Axe Tribe. The blood axe iron face is blue, the sacrifice ceremony is hosted by its own tribe, most of the elite Shamans and witch doctors of the blood axe tribe are involved, countless sacrifices are used, but this is still the result, how can it be discouraging.

Did you fail? No, and no, at least a little orange and red glow around the warriors brings warm flames.

Did it succeed? Not to mention, the tight eyebrows and troubled faces of the Chiefs have illustrated everything, at least with far less success than expected.

“My lord, the result is that the blessing is supposed to be a success, and it can indeed resist the cold, but...”

Even as this old Shaman reported, no one was relaxed because the glorious fire was suddenly interrupted when the ceremony took place at a critical moment, and the outrage of the demon monarch echoed in everyone's ears.

“Such a filthy sacrifice still wants my blessing! False souls on my altar? You are desecrating, challenging my dignity! I curse you, curse you are about to enter destruction, dare to deceive the devil..."

Discovering the problem of offering his own sacrifice, the angry Marquis of the Devil immediately lowered his anger, and the vast flame turned into a giant statue of fire with a furious trident and began to bring destruction in the camp, while the open gate of the Devil further illustrated the imminent arrival of the Devil's army.

Fortunately, the old Shamans who presided over the ceremony cut off the connection with the Devil's Abyss in time, reintegrated the flames of the Marquis into elements, and re-closed the dimensions. Otherwise, it would definitely not be a matter of blessing failure. Perhaps the entire camp would be destroyed by the Angry Devil's Marquis.

After all this, he said the ceremony didn't fail, and all the chiefs gave a surprise look.

“Well? Blessings haven't failed? ”

Emmon was even more surprised, but he knew Eliza couldn't handle it. He was ready for a complete failure.

“Blessings are not entirely effective, probably only for the short term, and in terms of the regularity of the element's regression, I'm afraid the blessings will subside for up to thirty days. ”

It was said that all chiefs were relieved and that when the ceremony failed, everyone was prepared for the worst, although three months of blessings were expected to turn into less than a month, which was far better than the worst.

“Did you find out about the sacrifice? It is the tribe that dares to fake at this critical moment! I'm going to put his chief's head on the flagpole and sacrifice the flag! ”

Emmon was very angry, and this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity was almost missed. He also offended a demon monarch, and there was trouble in the future.

The demon monarch is a famous servant. It's hard for them to get away without looking. Ask them to help. In addition to serving them well, they also pay expensive "appearance fees”.

The next strongest currency comes from the soul of the top. In order to please the Marquis of the Fire Sea, this sacrifice is the best slave of all tribes.

The ceremony will not fail for no reason. The demon monarch is famous for his uncertainty of joy, but he is famous for his disdain to lie and deceive (if people are uncomfortable with it, they can steal whatever treasure they want). Since the demon monarch yells because of his dissatisfaction with the sacrifice, then most of these sacrifices are really problematic.

“This...” the old Shamans of the Turtle Nation hesitated, but watched the chiefs look at themselves with suspicion, knowing that it was no good but to bite their teeth and say.

“The sacrifice has been consumed in its entirety, but blessings are not complete, and the loss of some power cannot be explained without an insufficient share of the soul of the sacrifice. The sacrifice is gone, which cannot be traced, but from the time Lord Eliza began to be angry... it was just when the blood axe tribe's sacrifice was sacrificed! ”

Immediately, the angry questioning of Shaman's Emon was mute, and his own tribe was in trouble?

The chiefs around them looked at Emmon's eyes with unfriendliness, and they remembered that the direction of the fire giant's roar was not in the Blood Axe tribe's quarters? Amon was so sure that it wasn't typical thieves screaming for thieves.

Unconsciously, the seeds of discord have been buried, and most of the United Tribes rely on prestige. Successive failures undoubtedly hit the most prestige of Elmont. In the eyes of some hearts, Elmond has begun to lose his much-responsive Grand Chieftainship, perhaps he can replace it.

For the time being, regardless of the seemingly peaceful, in fact, the necessarily unpredictable chiefs, in fact, after the brief interruption of the sacrifice, a will has already arrived, the actual sacrifice has been partially withheld and diverted to other uses.

At that time, the altar was already in chaos, and in that sacrifice a fiery illusion was moving from illusion to reality.

She smelled the cold, sulfur-free air at last, and the familiar face gave a smile, just like the storm lady in Rain Capital. The silver-haired demon snuck into the mortal world in the form of an avatar.

“Master, miss me? Ready to greet me? I told you there would be a surprise attack. ”

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When large-scale air warfare has not yet become possible, the most indispensable aspect of ground warfare is terrain superiority.

The tears of Kamo, the old site of the western steel fortress of the original Lan Dynasty, both sides of this super fortress are Jedi, the thick walls of the city are actually covered with expensive magic alloy, the river of protection is flowing with special alchemy not frozen oil, as long as it is ignited, the fire sea will burn for more than two months before the reservoir oil of the trench of the fortress is exhausted.

The city gathered a third of the entire Silwell army, more than 40% of the releases, nine large magician towers, and more than thirty medium-sized magician towers, relying on the heavy artillery and fire crossbows on the wall of the city towards the Orc Gorge, which caused more intensive phobia, for more than 200 years of painstaking operations, making it one of the mainland's strongest cities.

As a fortress, he had locked the gates for centuries and was said to have been built with the support of the countries of the North and the super-Powers of humankind.

Since his construction, the walls, which even giants could not climb, had become the heart of the Orc Plateau, and the Orcs, who lacked the equipment to attack the city, had no choice but to strike a fortress of this magnitude with a small number of flying races and empty cavalry, and even the former Orc's United Great Sheikh had died under the city.

But let me say that this was a wrong decision from the beginning.

“Is there a fortress in the world that never falls? Did you defend the regular army against assassinations and curse bombing by the best? Putting all the resources in one basket would have been a wrong decision, even if your fortress was indestructible, I would have bypassed you, even if there was no ready path, it would have been enough to open a new path? ”

The Marchina Line of Defense on Earth has proven how stupid this immovable fixed line of defense is, but in this world, military academies on the pancontinent still see fortress defense as a classic conventional tactic, and Throwell as practitioner and beneficiary of fortification, and after this lesson, it is estimated that all military schools will see this war as an important case of research - a foolish reverse case of an overly superstitious fortress.

This time, Slowell had just signed a trade and exchange agreement less than a month ago and was instantly torn apart. The beast came with no warning and was fierce.

Earthly element god Erm Dillocken is much less important than his colleagues, he just changed the terrain with a localized earthquake of high intensity, allowing the plateau to take an extra narrow exit, making the sturdy fortress the eye of the caveman - the setting.

The army of the Orcs directly impacted the heart of the Kingdom of Silverwell, and then came a central bloom, divided into four armies that attacked various cities, including the Blood Axe tribe with nearly half of the tribe directly attacking Antoon, Silverwell's capital.

And in order to create more chaos and restrain the power of each lord, and hundreds more wolf cavalry regiments began to storm. In a situation of self-immolation, the lords naturally embraced their own weight. Less than a month after the start of the war, Antoon was in a hurry, and Silwell was finished faster than anyone expected.

And at this point, I'm a little helpless.

It's not that I don't want to do anything, it's just that the first snow season returning to the Duchy of Donglan is here. Even if it had been expected, it would still be a bad time. At this time, too much needs to be done, and it is definitely the most unfit time for snow.

Winters in the north are extremely fierce, and the furry snow outside the window has covered the whole of Diffindor. Stepping out is half a metre of snow, and there are no pedestrians in the street.

Going out in this weather is a disaster, not to mention marching. Horses fall into the snow just when they leave the house. Rapid heat loss can kill precious horses.

According to the divine rules that have evolved over the years in the North, when a country is attacked by foreigners, such as the Orcs, other countries give it some assistance, either material support or simply military assistance, which in previous years was often enjoyed by the Principality of Kassomy, but this year it is undoubtedly Shrewell.

But unfortunately, the heavy snow that affected most of the North changed everything.

The fact that supplies cannot be delivered, reinforcements are blocked on the road and the animals are attacking the city in the snow is a desperate situation.

The cruel natural environment is fair to the enemy. The days of heavy snow and mountain sealing in previous years are also commonly agreed truce days. After all, the battle death sand field is a wish for warriors. The freezing sand field can be suffocated. This pointless demise always makes people want to curse the family of the greeting commander.

But fortunately, as the Fire God's blessings faded again early, the beasts were forced to begin shrinking their fields of activity, using the cities that had already been laid down as a base, slowing down the speed of the offensive.

In fact, even without Eliza's fire god's blessing, this war would have broken out sooner.

On the other hand, as Eliza's name was repeatedly scolded by senior Orcs, Emon and his Blood Axe tribe suffered grievances and anger, and as their reputation plummeted, they began to be marginalized by Allied forces.

In a sense, the division of the Allied Coalition of Orcs into four, moving forward, is both a strategic consideration and an indication that Emmon, who already has insufficient prestige, is no longer in control of the situation.

At this moment, the other three Chiefs are surrounded by tribes that support them, and I'm afraid who will be the future Orc King, will also see what has been achieved in this war.

Everyone knows that war cannot wait until next spring. It will not be possible for the nations of mankind to see Antoon fall like this, and Silwell will perish like this. When the snow stops, as long as the legions can touch, it will probably be the beginning of the Great War.

As a result of the cold winter war in the North and the war involving the survival of ethnic groups, this war is bound to be extraordinarily brutal, with no small number of non-combatant attritions.

At this time, I'm busy in the military.

“Have you heard from Hoyle? How is prospecting progressing? ”

Every grey dwarf is a natural miner, their gifted abilities are stone walking and gemstone perception in the underground, and Hoyle, the master of grey dwarf blacksmiths, is not comparable to the mineral acumen.

The demand for minerals in the nascent Donglan is endless, both for foreign trade and for domestic military use. Especially now, when many new regiments are still carrying wood to train weapons, a large number of military weapons will be fundamental to the rise of Donglan, and weapons must start with minerals.

This is the future lifeline of Donglan, and even now, when the war broke out, I made it my number one priority.

While I returned early to Diffund because of the war, I threw Hoyle and the other Grey Dwarf blacksmiths into the barbarians' land for prospecting, let alone human miners if he couldn't find a mining site.

“The good news is that the mountains are mineral-rich and have found two fine iron, one magic iron and two gemstone mines. But mining is not a problem that can be solved in the short term. Lord Hoyle applied for help from heavy machinery and practitioners, and he also named the Bear brothers to help him. ”

“Bomb the mine? Seems to be the only way to make a difference in the short term. Okay, the Bear brothers are going to help him, but make sure he's safe, don't go into conflict with the local barbarians, they all admit to death and sin once is life. ”

“Yes, Your Highness, we will convey. So the next priority is the number and flag of the new Legion..."

The assistants searched back and forth, and the accumulated military has crushed the desk, causing countless troubles.

Even if I didn't mean to interfere in government at all, military alone is a headache.

Every time I miss Eliza immensely, after all, the others can only play a supporting role at best, while Eliza, who I grew up with, has the power to deal with and can totally throw all the trouble into her own laziness.

Well, Eliza's still in the abyss, and it's pointless to think about it, so just focus on what's bothering you right now.

“The situation in Antoon is very bad, I'm afraid it could break the city at any moment..."

After all, they were all born of the same origin, and even though the previous reference to that country was full of discontent and discomfort, it was a little disturbing to see his demise at this time.

I nodded, indicating that the other person knew, but was caught in contemplation.

Salvation is certain to be rescued, even if there are many grievances against its royal family, but I still can't do it when the homologous Langham people are slaughtered, and once Silverwell has completely fallen, I'm afraid that most of the next direct war will involve Dongham, who is now clearly not ready for a full-scale war.

Although rescue is definitely needed, how to save can be polite, both to play a role, win face among countries, win the future initiative in Northern diplomacy, and not hit the fat face, shaking would not be a sufficient Donglan family bottom.

For a long time, I finally made my decision.

“To send a letter to Antoon, if Donglan, as a neutral country, wants to participate in the war, he must give them sufficient reason to ask for help in a proactive and open manner. By the way, he must also apply to the Church of the Gods. Well, it is for us to send troops to help him defend himself against aggression, so that the sleepless adult will recognize the necessity and justice of the war, so that we may send troops. ”

“Didn't you say a while ago that I was a fake, accusing Donglan of falsifying and deceiving, and announcing to all kingdoms and churches, I saw how you swelled your face. Well, publicly, let everyone know about the new system in Donglan, and the next paragraph goes straight to that Fimre. Castle ‘Your Majesty'. ”

If you want me to help you, look down and spit it out first. Eat it yourself!

I'm not worried at all that Fimre won't bow his head. After all, Antoon is in a very bad situation right now, and many people will become much more honest in front of their lives.

“Humph, what a wonderful irony. I just said I was a fake. Now I turn around and ask for help from a fake. The last one, most of it, is the ‘Legion of Demons’ they say. ”

Think a little bit, under the prevailing conditions, the main force of rescue is still my Legion of the Undead, and in the previous bulletin, those guys were called directly by the Legion of the Devils, and the powerlessness and contempt in the words were no disguise.

“Such a good winter hunting opportunity cannot be squandered and is used to practice. Every knight brings me two squires. Get those boys ready. We'll leave when the snow stops! ”