The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

“What a meteor, Claire Latin, the guardian of the forest. Lord Prescott is dead! ”

The patron saint of the Elf Kingdom of the North is the god of the forest, and at this point his meteor gives all the elves a sense of collapse.

“This is never going to happen! The gods are indestructible. How could they have fallen! How could the great forest victim, Lord Claire Latin, crash! ”

This was probably the first feeling of all the Northern Elves after the news spread, that for thousands of years the Elves had kept them away from the Lord's melody in the North - the cruel competition for survival.

Warm environment, far from peace on the battlefield, they have become accustomed to the life of the divine refuge as if the sun were rising in the East, and now the sun is suddenly no longer rising, naturally panicking to the extreme.

“We're fucked, the Elves of the North are fucked.

Those who spread the fear of losing reason first were directly controlled by the elf warriors, but fear and anxiety had spread throughout the northern realm of the elf, and rumors could be denied, but some things could not be denied.

Due to the death of the guardian god of the forest, without the refuge of his divine powers, the fairy kingdom with the most beautiful dreams went to reality, and returned to the natural cycle of this heaven and earth, nature began to show his equal cruelty!

At this time, the creeks in the forest began to freeze, large areas of trees began to die, forests not belonging to the north were moving towards death, and the outermost protective forests completed decades of transformation in just a few minutes, and they lost all their leaves between turns, and the immortal rotation sustained by divine power instantly reached the end, withering, death was right in front of them.

Without the isolation barrier erected by the Forest Guardian God, the high and low temperatures of the Elf Kingdom and the North are unnaturally poor, causing the natural equilibrium to launch a fierce counter-pulsation.

In the poetic description of the elves, the burgeoning north wind turned into the god of the brutal season, and one turned around and quietly pulled the isolated elf garden back to the cruel north.

When the cold wind poured into the original four seasons of elf land, it hit a chilling elf so hard that it became clear that it was already winter, a brutal winter made by the furious nature for the elf clan.

And while the Pokémon panicked, their “compatriots” fell into unnamed ecstasy. The more courageous Vietnam War was not enough to describe their passion. During the grand blood festival, the nascent Pokémon Toxin God added a green Viper crest next to the Spider's Crest behind the Spider. Since then, the Dark Pokémon system has not been the Rose's one of the lonely widows, and the ambitious Rose has begun to consider the order of the nascent Pokémon systems.

Under the banner of that black octopus spider, the Dark Elves' legions have begun to assemble, and the main elf guards are not their opponents at all. They are watching the intruders build a string of camp and siege equipment in their homes, and the Dark Elves have no cover whatsoever for their intention to stay here permanently.

The royal mausoleum of the kingdom of tassels has been dug up, all the underground world exits are open, and every day countless Dark Pokémon come out of the underground world, they can't wait to taste the more delicious prey as if they smell a bloodthirsty giant shark.

The Dark Pokémon, who had their enemies on the surface, did not carry out the genocide as the world had expected, but their idle preparation made them desperate for victory even more by treating themselves as nothing.

“They're waiting, they're waiting for our Expeditionary Corps to come back. They have certainty of victory. They have the refuge of Rose, and without the participation of other jinn gods, our legions have no chance of victory. What exactly is the noble Angelo thinking? Why let the son of the forest be killed by a vicious spider! Why is our prayer not answered in the slightest? ”

The jinn had time to respond to the prayers of the northern jinns, and the human gods had perceived their betrayal, and they were now unable to protect themselves.

In a sense, it is true that the Pokémon lack the responsibility to serve as the top beam pillars of the order, and that the Pokémon are too dependent on the gods, even considering the first element of war as the refuge of the gods, compared to the human powers that are increasingly using their patron gods as mascots.

“No, they're waiting for their reinforcements, too, and the number of Dark Elves is increasing every day, damn it! How many of those black-skinned bitches are there? ”

How many Dark Elves are there in the Dark Underground? I'm afraid it's Rose herself who doesn't know that she's using her power to give the Dark Elves far more fertility than ordinary elves, but she's also wearing a corrupt, corrupt hat and banished to the underground world.

“Damn it, Anzolo! You said I fell. Fine, I'll fall. I'll show you what real evil is! ”

In a sense, Rose's self-immolation has led the whole Dark Pokémon to truly fall into darkness, killing each other, betraying and deceiving each other into the dominant rhythm of a race, which is that the demons underground dare not say that they are better at deception than the Dark Pokémon, but at least this one is corrupted collectively by the superior Pokémon. Indeed, the fallen races are powerful, and when they break away from the curse of fertility restrictions, their roots are much stronger than the world expects.

No race is inherently evil, a person's good and evil is more determined by the experience of the day after tomorrow, Rose's dramatic poisonous ink does not paint the entire race, the grey elves under the protection of the Moon God, the dark elf rangers who live away from the crowd, the underground city owner who openly disobeys Rose's summons, that is, there are countless different beliefs and ideas within the dark elves, Rose has long been unable to control the entire Dark Elf clan.

But look at the Dark Pokémon camp today. The largest flanked camp does belong to Rose. The moonlight mark, the blood blade mark, the Cold Ice Double Sword emblem, and so on have fallen. Numerous scattered camps, big and small, represent countless Dark Pokémon social traitors. Together, they occupy far more space than Rose's forces and attest to the degree of division of this race from one side to the other.

At this point, these black-skinned elves, who had killed each other underground for various reasons, came together for the same purpose.

“There was no fair trial of our ancestors in the past. Even if our ancestors were wrong, our descendants also had the right to live in a blue sky with sunshine. We also had the freedom to swim in the comfort of the earth. We have to prove with facts that we Dark Elves are the best of all the elf races and the most deserving of the throne! ”

Under this banner, the originally divisive Dark Elves temporarily united, under the magical fog of Rose's divine summons, they avoided the burns of the sun, patiently wore their daggers in the shadows, and patiently waited for the cruel slaughter of their destined compatriots.

And the Dark Elves, who invaded early, naturally began to disengage from the rest of the underground world, and now they're only aiming for a blue sky of their own.

“It's enough to have the North Land first, there's the Spirit Fountain, there's the Forest, we can rebuild our kingdom here, we have everything we want! ”

In a sense, the return of Dark Elves and Rose, who grind their teeth in the underground world, is only a matter of time, as long as the drums of jihad sound again, but Roland and Ayer's letters of invitation give her the best time and reason to intervene.

At this time, countless tents are nestled beneath the city, dark elves eager for revenge joy and bloody sweetness, and dark elves characterized by betrayal are united under the same goal.

And this is naturally a nightmare for the elves of the North who have lived here all these years.

Standing beneath the capital, King Atrian, who had just returned, looked at the desperate scenery in front of him, and this is what he had sacrificed his daughter for? Is this what the jinn gods promised him?

“I should have guessed that the first appearance in the jihad would inevitably be ashes. ”

At this point, he regretted that he had to recall what that person had said about himself.

“You, everything counts, too many counts. In fact, it counts as a small profit for some flies, but you never see the big picture. Sooner or later, you'll have to count yourself in. ”

“I'm not wrong! I'm absolutely right! ”

At that time, however, he could no longer afford to hesitate to blame himself, and the coalition forces of the other three countries had complained a lot about it, many of them hoping to disband the coalition and return with their respective armies to defend their own country.

“Stupid, more short-sighted than useless humans, you think those dark-skinned bitches beat down the Tassel Kingdom and wouldn't go to another country? That's enough for them to split up at our Tassoo site. They want the whole kingdom of the Northern Elves! ”

On the way back, the tragic situation of the Tassel kingdom has instead increased the centrifugation of the armies of other elf kingdoms. If the whole elf force is not integrated as soon as possible, the war will be lost without a fight.

“Invite the two generals and Prince Gazar to the banquet, saying that I have something private to say... and prepare Alvin with the blade of the moon, at my command. ”

With a shock in his face, the king bit his teeth and made a gesture to wipe his neck. He had made up his mind to defend his kingdom and was willing to do everything for it.

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When this winter arrived, no one expected that so many forces would be involved: the Elf Battlefield, the Red Maple Defense Line, and the Antoon Element Battlefield, the three main battlefields constituting the most visible opening battles of the Jihad.

To the point where the three battlefields interact and intertwine, the failure of any one battlefield could lead to avalanche-like collapse.

“War belonging to the traitor” is a nickname given to it by future generations of history. For the contemporary parties, the evaluation of future generations has never mattered. The current troubling situation of my enemies is the most headache.

Betrayal between the two camps, mutual deception between the same people has become daily, today's enemies, tomorrow's friends, yesterday's comrades, tomorrow's dead enemies.

This repetition does not spare even the lofty God of Truth. When the Jihad was restarted, the existence of those identities * *, at the suggestion or under the influence of the elders, could no longer be maintained in a state of confluence, and must be sidelined by actual action.

In a way, this critical point in time, made the letter of Ayer, one of the big men on the side of order, more convincing, and had the power to get Rose back to the sidelines.

At this time, as one of the biggest losers of the last jihad, the Orcs, who had no god's refuge, tried to overturn the war, and their previous raids did a great job, but now they are in some small trouble.

“Have all our insides been pulled out? How is it possible, I recall, that there are a total of 23,776 groups, 70% of which are mixed human beings whose appearance is indistinguishable, they don't know each other, how can they all be dug up? A lot of deeply buried seeds have been buried for a century or two for three generations, and we should have never started, how could they be dug up? ”

As an aggressive city attacker, the current Orc, Emperor Emon. The blood axe is a headache, and from the beginning of the war until now, the defect in the intelligence system has been a major problem that has been plaguing the Orcs.

First and foremost in the war is intelligence, the blessing of the policy of "peaceful commerce” in the Kingdom of Tolstoy Lowell, which has been interwoven for more than a hundred years and has been infiltrated by a tribe of ambitious Orcs long enough to infiltrate the kingdom.

But when the war really started, none of those “seeds” that were ambushed sprouted.

The tortoise beast who was debriefing was sweating and, as the chief of the intelligence system, he was also the chief of a tribe, but in front of this angry group of chiefs he felt only his life was threatened.

No wonder the chiefs were so angry that the soldier was a soldier for a thousand days, when the war was supposed to be the most active time for probes, and now it was supposed to be time for him to show his hand, but to this day, he has handed over a white roll.

“There should be thirteen groups in Red Maple City, but... they're all dug up, the ones hanging at the East Gate. And I.....”

“The lady guard at Simon's told us it was a vase, and we focussed our efforts on Simon, and we lost a lot of money, and we lost empty rides, but we've accumulated all these years, and those demon swordsmen and war machines, you said you didn't know? Did you guys tell me you didn't see that? What do I feed you, you scum! ”

At this critical juncture, hearing again about the untouched and misinformed intelligence of the intelligence system, the furious Orc King raised his battle axe in a roar, and he intended to take his own hands off the heads of the scum.

“Wait, how did those scouts leak? Forget the obvious identity of my people, they're just a front, but how do the human spies and hybrids who bought them get exposed? It doesn't make any sense, does it?"

Compared to the furious Eagle King, Lund the Bear was much more steady, but from his accidental crushing of the jade stone on his hand, he was also not calm. The damage of the Beast was irreparable. He had been in distress for several nights and could not sleep.

At this point, speaking of the last “Murphy”, he looked around and his suspicious eyes lingered on the chiefs' faces.

The implicit meaning of the words is actually obvious, so that all the buried intelligence systems are dug up, and it is only possible that they are debaucherous or extremely high-ranking.

“... no, not a mole. ”

Even if the axe had reached the top of his head, he was frightened and sweaty, and there was something to say, the chief of intelligence still had to say it.

“It's not about rape, it's actually our own logistical problems that led to the exposure of all the scouts. ”

“Hmm?”

What kind of problems can expose all intelligence agents? The Chiefs in this room are disbelieving.

“If the matter were to be pursued, it would have started about 30 years ago. Because of its simple nature, our people had considerable difficulty in earning a living in the human world and were suddenly sent to foreign countries. The detectives were not very good at running the business. Many of the detectives had been deceived out of their possessions in just three months and returned to the plateau under the pressure of hunger. ”

Everyone nodded. It is a well-known fact that the Orcs do not operate poorly. Let alone these illiterate detectives. Many “wise” witch doctors and shamans have had the experience of being deceived in human society.

The human world is too complex for the Orcs, who still maintain ancient customs in exchange, and even if they do not encounter liars, most of them will soon spend all their money and eventually have to return home.

“We never knew exactly when Anti-Attack Day was, and if we kept sending new scouts, this intelligence input would be a bottomless hole, my people were not wealthy, could not afford to pay at all, and eventually, by chance, we got the legendary treasure. ”

“Treasure? ”

“Well, it was an accidental witch doctor experiment, and my family's witch doctor accidentally blended the herbs of divination with the spices of cooking, and in a series of accidental coincidences, he made the world famous treasure - the Orlean Grilled Magic Meat! ”

Rumor has it that the chiefs all swallowed saliva, and they've all tasted this delicious red barbecue, and it's really refreshing.

“As you all know, then we opened a series of delicious barbecues, meatburgers, and the Olympic barbecue shop became famous. Huh, that damn human being stole our recipe, set up a barbecue burger shop, and fought us everywhere. That's shameless! ”

“What does this have to do with our scouts being dug out?” Amon's a little surprised too, isn't that the intelligence system? How did you get into the fast food war?

“You also know that none of our scouts are good at running, while the Orion barbecue shop is one of the few steady and unprofitable deals, and as a result..... all scouts open Orion barbecue! Then they dug one up and they dug it all up! ”

Well, in fact, because the Orion barbecue shop is so profitable, there are even animals who volunteer to be detectives and enjoy the flower world of humans by opening a shop.

“I x! Didn't you want to die? ”

”Stupid enough! Who gave the order! That idiot did such a stupid thing. I'm gonna hang him on the flagpole! ”

The roar of Elmond the Orc swung violently in the tent, and the sharp voice shook the guards outside the door.

When Emmon was so angry, the supervisor was sweating.

“Yes you...”

That answer was not very loud, but none of the people present were ordinary. First the chiefs were stunned, then a strange silence appeared, and only the great Emmon continued to ask.

“What?”

“Yes, I, the Black Rock tribe, am a subordinate tribe of your Blood Axe tribe, and the entire intelligence and detection work has always been under the control of the Flying Eagle tribe chief, and you are the co-owner of all Eagles, and I have always been loyal to you. When you first took office, you said, 'Who knows when those useless scouts will be used? It can't be my generation anyway. Let's seize the opportunity to earn more foreign exchange so that all the tribes can make the most money! We're gonna have Orion's barbecue shop all over the world! We're going to be kings of the world! ’ ”

The memories of Emmon's efforts, which seem to have been recorded in the Tribal Treasures three or four decades ago, when he first took office, did say something similar.

And as a Blood Axe chief, he was most proud not of his martial arts and strategy, but of his ability to lead the rich family, and it was precisely because of the strength of the Blood Axe tribe that he was chosen to act as an agent in cooperation with the God of the earth's elements.

“I can't blame you, it's just that humans are too cunning. You see, we only know now that those barley burgers are actually detectives sent by San Antonio. All our captives are reported by clowns with red wigs! ”

Speaking of pain, the turtle man had a snot and a tear.

“Just the mascots singing Blue Blue Road! They also beat us with cooking ingredients and threw us with disgusting red wigs. It's despicable to add stones to a hamburger, brothers, our mascot, Old White Beard Orc, can't fight with a giant demon bone cane. The scene was unbearable. ”

‘Old White Beard Orc? Mascot? Didn't you want to die? ”

One chief finally pointed out another obvious loophole, and now it's time for a bear chief to sweat, and he remembers the confusion he made when he first took office 20 years ago.

The chief of intelligence aimed at him, but he could not say it was a dead word. He might still be alive. He bit his teeth and said it.

“It was an extra request made by an adult in memory of his late grandfather… White beard symbolizes wisdom, crutcher symbolizes the spirit of disobedience, white dress symbolizes the pace of Shamanic civilization, he said, to allow mankind to understand also the beauty of the crude culture of the Orc! ”

Well, when you say that, the chief intelligence officer keeps staring at a certain bear, which is obvious. Now, don't blame anyone.

“Cough, I suggest, reconsider. Actually, you can fight without information.” That's what Calm Bear Chief Lund said.

“Well, agree. Our Orcs are the number one in the world, and there's no need to learn how to be a weak human intelligence agent.” Aymon, a slightly relieved Orc, said.

The two strongest bosses sing a song and the other chiefs can say anything else, nod your head.

“Notify all Orcs that from today on, Mac's Burger is the dead enemy of our Orcs! Orion BBQ is our pride! From today on, you will not be our chief of intelligence, and we have appointed you as our Special Adviser on the Barbecue Economy, responsible for the entire Orc Union's Barbecue Economy! ”

The chief of intelligence was overjoyed.

“Great, that's my job! I am the chairman of the board of directors of the Orion Joint BBQ Council and a special chef, and I have absolutely no problem with that, which is much better than the annoying intelligence work. You're such a good candidate! ”

To hear this answer, apart from being praised, Elmont Grand Sheikh, who was still very proud to laugh, looked a little strange.

“No, it's not the right place to start. Let's appoint the wrong person from the very beginning! You let a chef be a spy, it's not gonna be a problem! Now that we're at war, is it necessary to have a chain of barbecue shops? You've been mistaken since the beginning. You can use spies as cooks. Stop using cooks as spies! ”