The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

Anwen Village is just a small village slightly famous for its gourmet silver smoked fish. At a time when there are countless such villages throughout Silverwell, the snowflake slowly falls and the otherwise quiet village is not so peaceful.

The fence that can only be used to shield the beast from the real beast. At midnight, the grey wolf cavalry entered the camp and the feast of killing unfolded in the wilderness village.

The town's guards and night guards were wiped out for the first time, and under the raid of trained werewolf cavalry, the militia, which had challenged the ogre at best, did not even have a chance to ring the alarm.

At 2: 00 at midnight, the 30-round wolf cavalry entered the village. At 2: 15 at midnight, the militia captain, the village chief and the earthlings were dragged out of the warm nest. Their headless bodies were fed to the wolves at the entrance of the village and their heads were used to dig up the will of the resistance.

At 2400 hours, 500 people throughout the village were dragged to a small square at the entrance of the village, where women and more than one blade of children were dragged aside and the massacre began, possibly without survivors among the young men serving as soldiers.

There have been attempts to resist, but civilian resistance is meaningless in the presence of real professional fighters, not to mention the fact that werewolf cavalry is inherently elite among powerful warriors.

After the efficient massacre, the wolf cavalry had left at 3: 00 a.m., and as he approached, a fire was lit. The wolf with blood left a bloody footprint in the snow. The bloody cavalry remained silent, but only the ruins and the fire burned behind him. The tearing of his heart and lungs gave rise to nightmares.

Perhaps they were hesitant at first, but this is the fourth village they destroyed in less than an hour from entry to departure, which has become an efficient massacre, a conscientious condemnation of the massacre? They're numb.

That is war, neither sacred nor just, and the only thing to consider is the path to victory.

The task of the dispersed Lycan cavalry is to flow through the hinterland of the Kingdom of Humanity, creating more chaos and panic, involving the forces and energies of each other, and they have indeed done so, despite the harsh means.

Orcs are not unlimited animals. The villains who slaughter civilians make every strong man despise himself with all his heart. People worship fearless knights who dare to attack giant dragons, but never respect a butcher who slays civilians with all his heart.

“Father, how many battles have you had with the humans this time? How many human generals have been killed? ”

“No, I just massacred thousands of civilians. ”

When I think about going back, my kids ask themselves, as captain of the Wolf Ride Team, Acrylic, though a famous brave man in the tribe, doesn't know how to answer.

At this time, his sensual sense of smell was still filled with stinging blood, dreaming that the child's questioning was his worst nightmare, and that he could feel exhausted inside.

In the concept of the Orc, it is a supreme honor to fight the death of a powerful enemy, while the slaughter of the weak does not mean to show the weakness of the heart of the strong, who will be despised by the tribe and rejected by the gods of war after death.

“This is an order from my superiors, this is a wish for my people to return to their homeland, this is for the great good of my people! ”

Justice, how many sins and falsehoods in Thy name! Behind the bright flag are often the sinful executioners.

He also knew that it was self-deception, but at least there was an excuse for him to continue the massacre without his conscience.

“The team is getting more and more silent, and it looks like we need to find a way to inspire morale. ”

Only the most unlimited villains would show off their “track record” of massacring civilians, and from the frowning and rigid expressions of these cavalry soldiers, I'm afraid they haven't reached that point either.

But they still do it, and they do it irreversibly, after all, it's war, a war of evil, a war of wonder, a war in which all evil can be clothed with sacred clothes.

“Ow, ow! ”

The wolf howl sounded in front of it, in return for the Eagle Orc who mounted it. These three wolf howls undoubtedly indicate that there are enemies blocking the way in front, but they are not strong enough to attack directly.

And soon, over this mountain forest. The “enemy” was right in front of him, a young man with blonde hair full of snowflakes, who looked quite young, but with a giant sword with one hand, he was very eye-catching.

“Alas, another young man caught up alone, brave, unfortunately, about the same age as my Aikur... ”

Looking at this young swordsman, as old as his own child, Acrylic paused for a second, and then a thumb cut through the neck gesture, which was a must-kill instruction to see the enemy.

“That village had more young people the size of Akul just now, so for Akul to have a better future, go with them....... strangely, this sword is a little familiar? Seems to have seen it there. ”

The idea of redundancy is no longer necessary, and even with only one opponent, the Wolf Cavalry still sets out its best wave assault formation.

Riding the strongest digital werewolf rider is responsible for touching the pulse. Acrylic and others, the strongest, are ready to storm the second line, and the net and spear behind them are already ready.

Powerful vulture knights are likely to be killed by wolf cavalry in one face, and in the eyes of the cavalry, this young man, who knows nothing about heaven and earth, is already dead.

Faced with the desperate assault of the Wolf Cavalry, the young man suddenly laughed, his smile filled with cruel rhymes. This familiar smile reminded Acrylic of the sword he had finally seen there.

“Oh, isn't that the man on the town statue? It's Kensei!... the sword? Is that Roland's sword? Saint Roland? ”

But this was Acrylic's last thought. Snow and white swordlight flashed in the snow. The flying sword began to take lives. It was just a cold neck, and the perspective of the captain of the Wolf Cavalry tilted directly, sliding from the back of the wolf to the snow.

The last thing in the eye curtain was the silver armor sword, the saint waving a two-handed sword, slaughtering his cavalry one by one.

At this moment, the Wolf Cavalry's irresistible appearance is as if the helpless chicken had met the butcher, without any distinction from the evil she did half an hour ago in front of that statue.

“Murderers always kill? That's ironic..."

Just one face, the brave men of the Kera lost their heads, and as butchers, he no longer had to worry about how to go back and tell his children.

“Blood for blood, die! ”

Someone shouted that sentence first, and soon everything calmed down, except for a few more headless bodies on the ground.

Yes, blood debt, but where did it start? Was it counting from this war, from the war of 20 years ago, or from the great war of more than 300 years ago? I'm afraid this is doomed to be a blurry account that will never be clear.

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After killing the last wolf cavalry, I was also a little tired, so I stuck my sword in the snow and rested on the battlefield.

While waiting for Irene Bella to clean up the deserted Rangers, I thought of something else I could do.

A sheepskin bag was pulled out of the wolf cavalry's arms, and it was expected that, in addition to supplies, there would be more maps of nearby villages, and that red fork above just indicated that the wolf cavalry had been there, and I had no need to rush it.

The purpose was corpses and blood, but I was a little thirsty, so I opened the other party's water bag and drained it. The sweet, tiresome, inferior horse's milk wine, unnamed, spit it all out.

“Phew, bitter and bitter, just like back then. ”

By the time I complained, Heroise had finished interpreting the route of the Wolf Cavalry Squad, and my next destination had been determined.

Blue Lake Village? Hopefully this time, I don't want to see that ruin again. ”

Remembering the tragedy that Anwen Village had just seen, I speeded up the move, quickly completed the battlefield, determined that there was no missing information, jumped directly onto Irene Bella's saddle, and chased down the next target.

This is the twelfth Lycan cavalry squad I've eliminated in a week, and my colleagues are reporting their own gains, and I'm kind of low on my own, but I'm afraid it's still just a water truck salary compared to the whole battlefield's eroded battlefield.

Everyone understands the logic of cold lips. Once Silverwell is finished, the next bad luck is definitely with the countries of the North, so the heavy snow only slightly diminishes, and the reinforcements and assistance of the countries are on their way.

We're the fastest, but I'm afraid we're the smallest, a hundred dead knights, 300 rookie knights, and I'm afraid we can't play much of a role on the main battlefield in 10,000 units.

Given the current situation in Donglan and the tide of beasts to be faced in winter, the ability to contribute has surprised other countries. It was me who led the team and made the excess murmur shut up directly, well, at least in front of me.

Of course, quantity is one thing, quality is another, my Dead Knight is reliable, and those rookies are the backbone of all the new legions, and all they lack is experience.

And for me personally, there is indeed a lack of interest in the main battlefield of Antoon, where other national reinforcements are headed towards the main forces of the various Orcs, and I turn my attention to these scattered soldiers.

Orcs' partition tactics have come into play. Lords from all over the Kingdom of Silverwell are busy cleaning up rangers from their own territory. Their quest for help from the Imperial City has naturally been ignored, while those who have little leisure time have been held by three other Orcs' armies.

Light cavalry (not only werewolf cavalry) hunting control is not a rare tactic, but it is extremely effective and cruel at the tactical level, accompanied by an elite team of veterans.

For an ordinary village, it makes no difference whether the attacker is Kensei or a bronze-class werewolf cavalry, which is the end of the slaughtered village anyway.

The pursuit of these rangers is also typically not pleasant, they are too mobile, divine, difficult to catch up with, even if they catch up, with their individual strength above the line, who wins or loses does not know.

Until the Orcs were wiped out, there was no leeway for the forces that were being mustered by States to control the small villages of other countries, and I intended to.

“Death to the nobles, now that we're here, if we can get in the way, help us. ”

My men are few, but the Horsemen of the Dead are not low in strength, and it's easy to face a team of wolf cavalry alone, and the rookies are just fighting down and accumulating experience.

So I simply disbanded the regiment and let it move freely in the form of a Belt and Three, and in turn hunted the Ranger Squad.

Unexpectedly, however, such actions have yielded great popular hope. After all, the nobility and royalty of the territory, which was supposed to assume guardianship responsibilities, are now inactive, and my Knight of the Dead is the best sign.

“The first king, Roland, brought his legions to save the people of Lan. After ignoring His Majesty's warnings, that pseudo king, Fimr, once again ignored the suffering of his people and shrunk into the king's capital with only his authority and security in mind. ”

In a sense, the previous pronouncements of the Royal Family of Silverwell are constantly showing what is called stupidity and death, but with the growing reputation of anti-hunting operations, the Sovereign Knights have begun to be enthusiastically supported and more energetic.

And then something amazing or even incredible happened to all of us.

Seeing this situation, the Fimre, mindful of the fact that Antoon's wartime was still tight, warned me through the church not to rob the buyer's heart with fire, and declared once again that I was not the first king Roland, but a bewitching impostor.

Obviously, in the eyes of His Majesty, the army of the Orcs is just a foreigner to be expelled sooner or later, and I and my knights are indeed very ambitious.

I almost turned around and walked away, but then I thought about it, and I was happy.

“Okay, you say I buy people's hearts, I really buy people's hearts. Knights, pull out our flags and badges. We are the rescuers, what can we hide from them? ”

Of course, in a way, I distinguished between the people and the royal family, but more importantly, there were things that were hard to stop once they got involved, and I watched the villagers die because of that idiot in Antoon.

And when the news came out, the prestige of the Royal House of Silverwell fell, and every day countless refugees chose to flee to Dongluan, which they would never have chosen.

Upon hearing the news, Fimre allegedly fell into the royal century-old rainbow jade glass, and then regretted it. He was sad to hear the news, and I sent him a message through the church to comfort him.

“Seven rainbow jade glasses? Wasn't that a by-product of the glass I burned? Don't worry, don't look at it. It's actually glass. It's not worth it. Actually, it's not a wine glass, it's just a little spittoon that burns too badly, and it's filled with chisels... there should be a Roland motto on the back of that glass, if it's not too broken, you can look for it. ”

Well, they say he did spell it out, but this time he fell into more than one glass.