The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

Long nights will pass, and after the cold winter, it is doomed to be the spring of the resurrection of all things.

But sometimes the early morning after a long night brings not hope but despair, and the world after the snowflakes is not always so beautiful, and sometimes the bodies that freeze to death in the long night are even more startling.

When the glory of the first dawn came to an end, those who had killed in the middle of the night realized that this difficult night had reached its end, but that it had been enough to see the dawn of the sun to be known as the lucky one whose destiny was at stake.

The inner city has been defeated by the madness of the Orc Army, despite its loss, and all human guards have retreated to the last third line of defense, a temporary defense built of sandbags and dirt walls, the last lifeline of the city.

The stone throwers outside the city have ceased fire, so far away they simply cannot maintain the accuracy of the range, while the sight and snow have stopped, allowing the Orc's empty knights to fly the blue sky again.

It looks like the Orcs have locked up the victory, but at this point, Orc King Emon... The blood axe, without the joy of winning tickets at all, is exhausted.

“... more than 70% of the warriors lost, countless serious injuries, only two of the chiefs who went in came back, all seriously injured. Among them, Lord Hamar died in the previous siege. Now, Lord Wen, Lord Sostro and Lord Lund are all dead in battle, and Lord Kagmar is missing, presumably also....."

A nightmare made Emon even more hesitant, but no one could blame him, as the bandage on his right arm, which had been cut off with all his shoulders, was stained with blood, and Emon, who had lost one hand, was badly injured.

As a chief of the United Tribes, he was not obliged to evade the battle, and he was lucky enough to survive, more than just his personal strength.

In those days, brutal harbour warfare was the deadliest and most dangerous. Legendary warriors could suddenly die in the midst of a mixed war. A sudden rock with a dark arrow could cause the Holy Master to fall, and dark nights and heavy snow could aggravate all this chaos.

“It's finally dawn. ”

Emmon exclaimed, but the survivors couldn't help but nod their heads. In the night war, the unlucky, stray bullet went away, the slightly more lucky, probably to see the opponent, fell under the sword.

And that cunning and conspiring fox chief Wen is typical of a lack of luck. He was hit by a stray bullet from his own thrower, hung up with him, or his two closest guards, and he couldn't stand to see it.

In fact, unwittingly, the red-eyed Orc made a big taboo on siege warfare: "Never push your opponent back."

Circumference is not a patent of the opposite world, giving the opponent the possibility of escape, but also a buffer to not be forced by trapped beasts to share the same fate.

That night, heavy snow and the besieged Orcs blocked all the escape routes, mankind was irrevocable, there was no chance of escape, dogs jumped the wall in a hurry, and how could well-trained soldiers sit and watch their deaths be worthless?

“If you can't escape a death in the end, then at least fall like a warrior and at least drag one opponent to death together! ”

Coalition troops forced to the limit exploded with astonishing force, the fear of city breaking eventually turned into hatred against the rival, regardless of the temper attributed to them and the most important geographical advantage in alley warfare, allowing the war damage ratio between the two sides to begin to change, and the Orcs to lose heavily.

And with the backup behind it, Emila's death gardens are still creating one death trap after another, and human fighters who storm out of their houses are able to kill at least one guarantee, and Lund the Bear is not the first or the last to suffer.

And the support of the beasts has long ceased, and when the battle entered the midst of the night, their rugged style of siege weapon has become the enemy indistinguishable killer, whether in that era or by mistake by their own allies, is the most unacceptable way to die.

Massive witchcraft and strategic magic? Using these premises with a visual range of less than 10 meters, the chances of killing yourself and your enemies are about half right.

And even more deadly is the silent fatal cold, in this dripping of water into the ghost weather, the breakage of cold clothing is fatal, let alone the wound.

The extreme cold paralyzes the warriors' pain. Those small, easily neglected wounds in the snow are not infected, but it is therefore the loss of blood and strength that is the most lethal, if not detected and handled in a timely manner, walking and suddenly falling down, too many.

In pushing the Northern Human Alliance to despair, the Orcs also pushed themselves to despair. The long list of the dead was so alarming that it could be said that the death and injury were severe. Dai Xiao's family, about 70% or more of the tribes, had to be reorganized after the war.

Simply for the present loss, it is possible to declare the ambition of the Orcs to return to the hinterland of China to fail, and even if they eventually win, they need a long rest and recuperation period.

But if you give Emmon and the Orc a choice, they'll probably make the same decision, even if they know in advance that it's an unacceptable loss.

“Victory is in sight, take them and we will be the new masters of the North! ”

How can the beasts let go when the key winning and losing points appear?

But this strategic goal of seizing the hegemony of the North, if placed three months ago, would be ridiculed for lack of ambition and courage, after all, when the beasts returned to their ancestral lands and hit San Antonio.

Unconsciously, the harsh facts gave the beasts a head start, and their strategic goal now is to occupy the entire North.

The Orcs of today no longer have the will to sweep the nations of mankind, but merely seemingly weak northern nations and the reinforcements of San Antonio, who have lost the courage to challenge the super empire of mankind.

There are, of course, some errors in this regard, and after this war, I am afraid all countries will reassess the power of the North, especially the astonishing power shown by the Duchy of Donglan in this war, which, I am afraid, will not be worn on its head by any more rigorous military critics.

The Knight Princess Renee, the Four Spirits Swordsman of the New Age, the giant self-destructing war puppet Roland Titan, the Arctic Light of the Floating Air Battleship, the Battlefield Harvester Train King, a new concept and weapon of war, will inevitably bring the land of Lan back to the North.

Military power also represents a diplomatic and political voice, and with the strength demonstrated in this war, Roland's Alliance of Lan (known as Lan Alliance) has the potential to be pushed into reality.

And on another level, Roland Roark was forced to despair in his nest when old boss Erm DiRock came out. Lan is a familiar name that, after more than a hundred years of silence, inevitably attracts new attention.

Assuming, of course, that they survive an immediate assault.

“The Beasts are here again.....”

I breathed out white mist, threw my own sword, and the blood fell, and this sword body was clean again.

For the Allied Human Forces of the North, which had survived the overnight struggle, neither dawn nor snowfall was good news, which meant that the beasts could be reintegrated, and that those damn empty rides and siege gear could be launched from scratch, perhaps for a period of breath, but the ensuing general attack would be the final showdown that would end with the extermination of one side.

Moving medium-sized stone throwers are slowly pushed into the city, covered in bloody hundreds of battle elites wrapped around their wounds and watched everything in front of them with a highly vigilant eye, allowing veterans who survive the bloody night to throw their own shots, even if the wind blows through the broken curtains.

Meanwhile, Allied Commander Angelo “Black Bear” is behind me, perhaps, not far behind me.

The animals didn't just rush hard. The cat assassin found the headquarters. Even if the rescue was timely, he was lucky enough to survive. The one-eyed general was completely blind at this time. He had three knives in his right abdomen and was badly wounded. He couldn't climb up.

But fortunately, he doesn't need command anymore, and all he has to do is struggle to shout a word:

“Hold on! ”

“Stand by... we have no way back! If you want to survive, just kill all these brutes! ”

“Hold on. Behind us are the wounded, the lonely, the young! ”

“Hold on! If we lose this war, none of our countries are ready for it, they will lose their land! Our families will also be involved in this endless war. ”

Yes, stick to it, the battle has come to this point, and no strategy or deployment is needed, just enough will.

“Hold on! ”

A neighborhood lost? A new line of defense has been made for the next block.

A temporarily constructed defensive wall is leveled? The next wall has been built.

A regiment has been massacred and defensive lines have been cut? Old people and women who were just civilians picked up weapons on the ground and silently filled the gap.

“Perhaps mankind's last days and defeats will come, but the beasts! Want to take the city and open the way to the countries of the North? Let the blood of the warriors shine. ”

The young man with a tight face, with no words to spare, told the arrogant Orc in action, what the North was and what the Lan people were.

“Winter is here, but we northerners are used to winter, it's not so sad in the cold winter, stay warm, hug warm, tease the dogs, spring will come? ”

Even if you can't see it, Anilo still scorns the laughter, and the word "teasing the dog” refers to the “dog”, which is self-evident from the laughter of the warriors.

As the sun rises a little further, the last moment has arrived from the footsteps on the corner and the wheels of the cart.

And at this point, I couldn't help it, all the chips were pressed, and Antoon was too far away to expect, and Annie's legions were sent by me to intercept the Dark Elves, and Silo's reinforcements were out of my control at first, and all the new war instruments were used, and all the cards in my hand had been struck.

“Damn Ermderock! If it wasn't for him..."

Ermderock's last blow did hit us, and if Red Maple falls here, I have no power to return to heaven.

“Hey, if there's still ten days left in the game...”

But unfortunately, if there were no battlefield, the name of the battlefield would be unknown for a moment, and accidents and misfortunes would always accompany the losers, and heaven and hell would often be so close.

I raised the sword, stood up, and after the unexpected departure of Renee, I temporarily assumed the position of middle commander, but to this point, I even used the other two summonses of the sword, but still had nothing to do with it.

“My diligence and restraint are dead, goddamn lunar elf! Only their natural control makes them so disgusting! ”

Green-haired witch is a bit of a wolf, her magic is depleted in this war, and the seven virtues (now only three) that she sees as treasures are also killed, it seems that she also pushed the limit.

Originally the priest race of the Pokémon Empire, the Moon Pokémon are good at communicating with spirits and true gods and using all kinds of powerful magic with the power of God.

But the original patron saint of the Moon Pokémon is the guardian saint of the forest. Natural priests who control the operation of the forest divine power for thousands of years are best at sowing and controlling the forest. It is their natural duty to conceptually erase unnatural deformed plants.

So when the opponent was a natural priest like Atrian, Emila met a natural enemy and suffered a great loss.

“Sister Emila.....”

In the past, meticulous hair still became scattered, eyes filled with red light and blood silk, and sleepless witches became more frightening.

“Wait, if the Orc comes up again, you go, I don't believe you have a way out. ”

“Sure, I can go anytime I want, you? Don't say you're going to die like a knight fool. ”

“Me? I'm indestructible, Roland. How could I die here? ”

“Hmm, I'm a 'super witch in a stormy mood’, so how can I listen to you? Now that I'm here, I'm going to fight that bunch of beasts today. ”

“Oh, you think I'd be ruined without a pet? Let me show you what a pulsating grandfather is! ”

From this point of view, Emila with her sleeves was quite a bit spicy, and I shook my head, and in some words, there was no exit.

“Eliza?”

“Heroise is ready, but she asked me to bring you a saying, 'Don't use that, or your efforts will be wasted'. ”

I have prepared the final cards, and at this point, the only thing that can be turned over in this desperate state is the ultimate curse of the magic of the dead - the natural disaster of the dead!

But using this super curse, which is expressly forbidden by the countries of the continent, all the corpses around this area have become brainless low-order dead spirits, which is exactly the same as when I issued the death call to the dead, and when I responded to my call, I was reluctant to silence the dead, but controlled by the 'natural disaster of the dead', it was the permanent bloodthirsty brainless dead.

This is compulsory and permanent enslavement, and it is a desecration of the corpse of a soldier. It is impossible to say that the warrior next to me will immediately reverse the gun and crusade against me as the evil sorcerer of the dead.

Once used, the expression "the dead does not represent evil” would be directly bankrupt, and I am afraid that the Lan Alliance plan will be completely exhausted, and that the Principality of Dong Lan may be regarded as a new axis of evil, with a series of diplomatic isolations.

At that time, it was us who won the war and lost the profits.

“How can it be better than total annihilation? It is hopeless if the blood is broken. ”

But when she heard the words, Eliza pushed her glasses and didn't say anything, but from that low corner of her eyes, she seemed a little upset and unconscious.

“What's the matter? ”

“Why don't you ask me if I can escape? Why didn't you tell me to run away? ”

Well, the grudgingly spitting resentment in her heart, the drummed Eliza is a little cute. Of course she's not trying to escape alone, she just doesn't get her share of attention, at least, in nominal terms, Roland is Eliza's boyfriend.

I shook my head, and from what I know about Eliza, that kind of crap didn't have to be said in the first place.

“What else did you say to follow me all the time, whether it's the river or hell? Why, did you regret it? ”

The voice had just fallen, the clouds turned into a clear day, and the girl laughed very sweetly and very sweet.

“No, I'll never regret it. Then let us die together. I'll go get you in the underwater. ”

Weird conversations may seem illogical, but they are likely to be forthcoming facts, and perhaps the emotional life of the immortal is so curious.

I watched the clouds turn clear, and I wiped my own sweat.

After looking at Emila, who suddenly became unhappy, and feeling Elizabeth's eyes behind her, I suddenly realized that I had finally started transferring? Did I really say the same thing about winning this life? But...

“Why do I have to hang up every time before sudden trans-shipment starts? Was I destined to shout out 'Finish this fight, I'll go home and get married’ ‘and wait on the battlefield, I'll say goodbye to XX' 's bad luck? ”

“Hey, hey, I don't want to be at my own memorial service. The beauties just weeped out their final confession - actually, I like you.....”

But the familiar footsteps in the distance disturbed my mind, and the final battle came.

Surprisingly, leading the queue is not an Orc, but a familiar figure whose long figure and light footsteps belong only to the elves.

“Atrian! ”

Yes, even if he turned into a Grey Blood Elf, and even if the years had left a mark on him, I wouldn't forget that familiar face, after all, it was this arrogant Elf racist who gave me a blow back then.

But at this time, my cheap disciple didn't look so good. Two animals with axes held him forward, he couldn't hold his mouth and seemed to plan on doing something.

“Convince him to surrender? Is it useful to say this at this time? ”

The speculation in the ear seemed reasonable, but there would be only one owner of the northern lands, and the deep hatred that had been fought could only be washed away with the blood of the enemy, and the persuasion to surrender could not succeed from the outset.

But from Atlantic's slow creeping lips, I was surprised.

“Quick, kill him! ”

And above the sky came the dark light, and that taboo ritual went straight into the final comeback.

Those beasts say, "Prove your worth, Pokémon."

And what Atrian said was only two words.

“Divine surrender! ”