The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

The war in the North continues, almost two months after the date of the raid, and the frozen soil of the North has been filled with blood, both human beings as masters and uninvited beasts and elves.

“Take down the entire territory of Silverwell in ten days, take down the North in one month, call San Antonio in three months! ”

For the Orcs, the rhetoric left behind when the raid went smoothly was gone, and the Chiefs did not expect humans to persevere to this point.

Initially, the unusually smooth surprise bewitched their eyes, and Shrewell's high-ranking Ludun made them more optimistic that the war would soon be over.

And in order to dismantle human resistance as quickly as possible, they chose to commit genocidal massacres of highly resistant cities, to send wolf cavalry massacres, to choose scorched-earth tactics, a decision that has now proved to be the stupidest decision.

The slaughter knife did not quench the fighting spirit of the North. Instead, the cry of the people, the tragedy of the slaughter, provoked the blood and anger in the hearts of the Lan people.

“Can you watch the woman you just walked past get insulted to death? Older fathers hanged directly because the occupiers were trying to save some rations? Babies getting stuck in guns for crying? It's all happening! You're still not men, you're men, and I'll take the sword and kill you. Is it more intolerable to be afraid of a bird than to live in humiliation? ”

After the tragedy spread in the occupied and massacred areas, the anger buried in their hearts was finally ignited, and even without the call of their lords and kings, the Lan decided to spare their lives to protect their families and people.

“The will of Lan never yields” may be just a slogan. The fact that Lan people have never been conquered by foreigners for thousands of years is iron. In front of the slaughterknife with tears of blood, Lan people and their ancestors generally did not bow their heads. Instead, the centuries-old blood in the blood was activated.

Emma, the young husband, kissed his newlywed wife goodbye and joined the insecure and war-torn militia with a blunt firewood knife, just for the sake of future children, not to be afraid, not to be a show-off stuck with a long gun one day.

Older veterans, who carry long guns to the front, may be old and have been discharged for many years, but their wisdom and experience will allow those recruits to avoid the most dangerous traps and grow rapidly in constant warfare, they do not carry their coffins in battle as the legendary old man did, but they are not convinced of the fortune of being able to return alive.

“... it would be satisfying if old experience allowed a few more young men to return alive. If I drag my hind legs, please don't hesitate, just abandon me. I'll let those beasts know what a veteran's spirit is! ”

If the Red Maple Defense Line and Antoon are two beacons of hope, then countless resistance organizations and self-organized militias are the original infinite wildfires, which are hard to extinguish when the fire of the stars is lit.

“Scared of a bird? Big deal, so much more humiliating to live.” This may be a rough word, but it speaks of the bloodliness of this knife-like northern nation.

“Damn, it's all resistance and guerrillas! Those guys are crazy! ”

In the cities they occupy, only an animal soldier can go back to his camp, and a powerful werewolf knight is disappearing in formation.

Militias without heavy armored swords learned to use terrain to ambush opponents and bait to kill beasts in battle. The vengeful massacre not only did not deter the Langhuans, but rather made the flames of hatred burn more and more.

“They're insane! Have you ever seen a man cut off his head staring at you? Do you see a beggar with lost legs suddenly hugging your legs and having his associates stab themselves with you? They're just a bunch of irrational lunatics! ”

Afraid, the fiercely belligerent beasts were afraid, the beasts who saw death as a glory in battle were afraid, and in front of the blood-red eyes who lost their madness with the invaders, they were afraid in the eyes of those who did not meditate!

The Orc finally knew why the fragile humans had blocked their race for thousands of years and had driven their mighty ancestors back to the far north plateau countless times.

“... can't go on like this. We have to put an end to each other's resistance. We have to punch each other in the face. ”

The beasts abandoned the strategic plan of steady and steady erosion, abandoned the peripheral cities and concentrated all their power on the extinction of the two "lighthouses”.

Hence, Antoon, the capital of the Kingdom of Silverwell, was anxious that the Red Maple Line of Defense Army at the headquarters of the Allied Human Forces... the Chiefs knew that without pulling out these two nails, I fear the war would never end.

“Antoon has surrendered, King Fimre has surrendered! ”

When the news spread, after surprise and disbelief, it was a painful cry, and all the nations cried.

An ancient veteran lost his son, grandson and son-in-law in this war. He did not shed a tear, mentioned his family who had died in battle, and was often proud to grin with his beard.

“They're good, they didn't lose my old Ferry's face, they fell down, so I'm an old guy to keep on top, and when I fall, my granddaughter and daughter will be on top! I don't believe I can get rid of those goddamn beasts! ”

But when the news spread, he cried, crying like a child, paralyzing on the ground, pointing his trembling fingers at the North and cursing.

“My son, what are you all dying for? Such an asshole country, it's worth fighting for. It's not worth dying for. ”

This is also why Roland would be so angry that when the people of this country have not fallen, why the King, the Guardian, has fallen.

At least that year Roland, even as a dead bone, was turned into a dead spirit of vengeance, returning from hell and fulfilling his oath of guardianship as king.

This is not a surrendered soul, it is also the story of the twin stars, will be remembered by the Lan people, this is a people who will never give up, they also accept only the king who will never give in!

“Fake King Fimre! He doesn't deserve to be king! ”

When the news of the surrender came, although such outrage and doubt were conveyed among the population, in a sense the Orcs did achieve their purpose and hit the temperament of the nation hard.

For a while, the resistance movement was much less, and Fimr's surrender represented the first time in the history of the Lan royal family to yield, which was like a heavy punch, slamming hard on the spinal bones of the nation.

“Knock!” This spinal bone called the national unyielding will screams, seems to be about to break, and at the same time screams, and the bones of all the Lan people and the spirit of resistance, but fortunately...

“The first king, Roland, showed up and he executed Fimre on the spot. Castle, declare your surrender null and void and surrender the throne to Grina, the only daughter of the former Crown Prince. Princess Castle! The Royal Family of Lan has not succumbed, and our flag has not fallen! The battle in Antoon is continuing, and our king is still fighting. ”

Fortunately, Roland's appearance rekindled the flames of resistance and set him on fire, while his vows unleashed a new constitution for the nation.

“... We Lan people never liked war, and we swore never to initiate it! ”

Old Ferry, who jumped the cliff with his enemies, shouted the vow, knowing that his daughter and granddaughter had gone one step ahead, but this time without tears, he nodded proudly with his chest again.

“Killed two animals before he died? Well done, it's my old Ferry's kind. You go ahead and I'll be right there. We have an appointment. See you in heaven! ”

“... but if the war continues to come to the door, we will let the intruder know the sharpness of our sword! ”

Emma was already a qualified soldier at the time, and he wrote so in a letter from his wife, and by the time his comrades had counted his relics and sent him the will, he had fulfilled that oath.

“We do not want to fight, we do not want to fight. Thus, our proclamation, the God of Law, is the State religion. The proclamation will never proactively provoke war, but if war is truly inevitable, we will do everything we can to protect our homes! Pledge to keep our people at the top of the North! ”

Short declarations have engraved new traces in this nation, not only of Silwell, the neighbouring East Langham, but also of the descendants of the Langhuan people, who have repeatedly proclaimed this oath.

“... we will do everything we can to protect our homes! Pledge to keep our people at the top of the North! ”

One hundred and seventy-four knights rode on the ice nightmare of the young, and upon the advice of their predecessors, the young beasts who hatched in advance had signed a new covenant with the young knights. Under the flying banner of the Battle of the Lan, the new generation of the extreme light knights had completed their final training, and today was the day they rushed to the battlefield to support their fellow countrymen.

Under the watchful eye of his family, a silver horse began to float away under the leadership of the Sovereign Predecessors of the Knights of Extreme Light. The young knights looked childish, but their arms were solid as a reef, and their eyes looked at the distant sky, where their relatives were bleeding and they could not wait to put an end to the war.

“Let them see what the strongest air cavalry regiment on the entire continent looks like! Show them the pride of our Lan people! ”

And when they enter the battlefield, they are destined to be the new focus of the northern battlefield, and there is no doubt that the pride of the Lan people, the Horseman of Light, will ignite a higher flame.

And when all the declarations came together, when this vow of "never war” was translated into a sword that shook the will of the gods, the declarations of the Lan people were finally answered.

“I, the insomniac god of the law, proclaim, shelter the Lan people. ”

When the holy silver light fell on the cloud, this time, the Lan people finally had a true god to protect themselves, and as the believers grew, the insomniacs finally completed a sharp change and obtained a new priesthood - the Guardian God of the North.

“When the masters of this land remain committed to the principle of no war, I will shelter him forever. I bless him, bless him that he will never be conquered, bless him that he will..."

From now on, the souls of the Lan people will be returned to the realm of the insomniac. The warriors who have sacrificed their lives for the people will become English spirits. No true god can take the souls of the Lan people from the insomniac. No!

Why am I so sure? That's because...

“Roland, that big rock is too hard to deal with! ”

“You hold on to me. I have more important things here. That's it? By the way... bless him as he moves to the peak of victory, bless him for being in the temple of the Spirit after his death! May the balance of justice always stand above the North! ”

My voice resonated with the voices of heaven, and after so many sacrifices, we finally took this step!

“I, the Laws and the Guardian of the North, the insomniac, vow to expel all intruders! Come to war! ”