The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

The air after the rain tends to freshen up a bit, but due to the sudden north wind, there is always more smell and smell in the air, making people feel unknown and uncomfortable.

Spring rain does not wash away the breath of death in the air, and for the new inhabitants who have just arrived, it is the smell of home. They expect the world to be completely distorted into the face of death, but the magical forest where the original harbour area is situated is an impenetrable fortress.

The open door has always been a threat, and outside Port Victoria, in the midst of dozens of giant spiritual towers, the constantly pouring forces of death gather here to distort and turn into black columns of light that cover the sky.

Around the columns of light that resemble the Tower of Heaven, there is a distorted space, where there is water in the shadows, and the black figure of density and numbness seems to be doing something. That is the intersection of the dominant and blasphemous positions, from time to time, the dead spirits have drilled out of the void.

Corpse witches and witches are busy, surrounded by hills with broken arms, and most newly emerged low-order spirits lack arms and legs, at least equipped with “parts” that can walk normally.

And the first thing those high-ranking spirits came out of was probably thankful or thankful for the refuge of the god of destiny. After all, collisions in positions and clashes of rules of position were completed, as if riding small boards across dangerous straits in a storm, requiring not only courage and strength, but also more luck.

The Undead Emperors are not fools. They already know that this is a critical moment. On the contrary, in order to wait for this day, their energy and covert preparations are countless, and the plan is no match for the sudden onset of misfortune.

According to the current trend, if the region created by the sinking of this position becomes a new one, the door to the blasphemy will be open for nothing.

The harsh situation is already in front of us. If this nascent facade will cannot be eliminated, this space will be completely annexed by blasphemy. When that facade will is completely awakened, I'm afraid it will be the time for a massive counterattack, and then the passage will be abandoned.

Find a new location to settle? Let's not talk about how to persuade the Bayer Empire to make another sacrifice in the absence of a result, before the Great Soul risked a huge price to come and negotiate in person.

Even if it succeeded in suppressing Bayer's objections, the preparation of the former Port Victoria area could not have been accomplished in a year or two. In order to meet the standards of settling positions, the Tower of the Soul had actually been operating secretly for many years. The tears of Casolan in the citizens were more than five times the average, and how many more years would it have taken to restart the preparation?

In case of collision with the rules of the position, the position transfer is a lottery of medium luck, low-order spirits are inexpensive and beautiful, there are numerous types of low-order spirits accumulated in the place of death for so many years, it is unfortunate that ten come to three, but it is unfortunate that it is above the middle order.

The main position is without the concept of intermediate death spirit, the lack of intelligence is the low order death spirit, the intellect is the high order death spirit, but in many death positions, due to the slope of the position rule towards the undead, only to a certain degree (probably the bronze class) can regain experience and wisdom, which is precisely why, with a vast base, the country of the deceased in the death position was not less civilized than the outside world thought prosperous.

Without intelligent life can bear to be transformed into an instinctively driven bloodthirsty beast, mostly a figure in the mainland, how can you be willing to come here as a beast and a slave soldier, losing the “middle order spirit" of intelligence, that is, a slightly stronger lower order spirit, less than one-third of your strength, or a clear waste.

As for high-ranking dead spirits, just looking at the birth rate is probably the poorest and most precious of all races. The most lacking in the Undead Legion is always middle and senior cadres. It's not empty language, and it's not good enough to gamble a chance with centuries of accumulation.

Of course, the stronger the presence in this situation, the higher the chance of natural transmission through space, but if you have bad luck and encounter a time fault, the Undead King himself may not necessarily pass through confidently.

Whatever the cost, the highest odds are about halfway there, and the accumulation of thousands of years is just this game, which is a gamble to lose.

But when the war comes to a critical moment, investment and spending cannot be considered, and the slogan "Take XXX Heights even if a brigade spells it out” is a common one on some occasions.

Obviously, a small hillside that has been bombed is not worth replacing with life, and even if it does, it cannot be used for profit. Most importantly, it represents the strategic significance behind it, and “failing to take it” or "for a moment at night" can lead to the loss of the entire war.

At this time, this increasingly independent semi-enclosed position, a strategic highland being contested, the gods of order could intervene at any moment, so even knowing that the transmission at this time was simply a loss to the home, the Great Emperors did not hesitate to hit the bottom of their own home once they discovered that the position had begun to fall out of control.

“Ah, here I come, I see, I conquer... Ow! ”

The lucky ogre had just come out of the black light column and celebrated his luck by passing the death test. He bowed his head in a scream, and a great deal of black fog had left his body, while scattering his senses and experiences for centuries.

Just now, he was releasing his mantra, and then opened his eyes, that is, he could not hold the dripping eater, and he had turned into an evil one, and he fell directly down and ate the bones from his head.

“... another wretched bastard who was sent without understanding. ”

A corpse witch with a death-deed link ordering it to give way, something like this has been happening too much these days, and they're used to it.

And then came out a wounded death knight team, many of whom broke their hands and helped each other barely walk out of the light column. From the point of view of their continued rationality, they were all high-ranking dead spirits. This was an elite reinforcement and a big figure. Immediately, a corpse witch came to treat them, and in turn, registered to receive army integration.

“The Knights of the Red Thorns are all here. I'm Captain Albert. ”

Nearby was a Sovereign Death Knight lord, who released the "breath of death" for his healing wounds while registering them, but wrote in half, hesitated for a moment and asked.

“All of them? Isn't the Red Thorn the very famous Knights of the White Ghost Valley? It is said that hundreds of high-ranking death knights..."

The rest cannot be said. The pale arm has held the skull of the dead witch, and the dead knight Albert is furious.

“Knock! ”

Shall we all rejoice? The muttering corpse witch has once again demonstrated what it means not to die, and the Lordship of the Lordship of the Lost Dead has found a target to exasperate anger, but looking at the brother with the heavy casualties behind his back, he can't let go.

“Not yet on the battlefield, one hundred and thirty-six brothers left only thirteen... damn Eso! Fucking space crack! And this fucking fate! ”

But even complaints do not change the fate of their ashes. Since sacrifices are destined to be made, even the Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign will not escape the destiny of doom if the Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign is determined.

Normal chances of transmission, though as high as about 40%, are countless 0% and 100% averages, and if you are unlucky, such as if you happen to hit a bloody thorn in a space crack, you become about 10% of the bad luck.

But even a curse to force them into the rift of the Undead King will not change the next matter, and as an intruder they can only walk one way to darkness.

Soon, the Knights of Death, which suffered heavy losses, will be taken to the Tower of Soul Recruitment where they will be treated, where they will be given the ability of the Knights of Death to lead the army and regroup their middle- and lower-ranking souls. With enough skeletons and zombies, almost one Knights of Death will be able to carry an army.

The "Botanical War Zombies" are still going on, the war on the front line is still not stopped, but if you pay attention to the battlefield situation, there are not many high-ranking dead spirits on the spirits' side as elite backbones. A camp has been built around the soul tower. A large number of dead spirits are working overtime, and a fortress level defensive line is probably built soon.

When refueling tactics cannot effectively drain the opponent's battle power, but only become the experience of the enemy's growth, no qualified commander will launch a futile fight.

One camp was full of reinforcements who had just arrived from blasphemy, and it was clear that the dead were accumulating the strength to launch a general offensive, while the small war in front of them was merely a fire line scout for redundant soldiers.

And the Wood Spirit side did not mean to attack actively. After all, the newborn children will leave the forest shelter and their strength will be greatly diminished. If they attack the land of the dead, they will leave their position, lose one less after the immortality, and naturally they will not have the principal money to attack actively.

The more troops they look at the dead, the more worried they are, but they can only continue to strengthen their defences, breed their people, and produce new war machines.

For dead spirits, it is not enough to just force. Although limited to the rules of position, it is still impossible for the Dead King at this stage to reach full height. Their close associates are too powerful to come directly. Even if they do not succeed completely, it is also a question of how much strength they can play, but if they cannot, some people can.

“I didn't expect to be back so soon. ”

The witch Fetland slowly walked out of his way, exclaiming the uncertainty, while removing the bones of the corpses around him and recovering his lower body, which he had lost in the transmission.

Esso himself defended him, even if he was a little unlucky. Like the bad guys in front, he encountered a space crack and still successfully completed the transmission.

Ex-Syro's second consul, Fetland, did have a proud capital as the Sovereign Sovereign King who stepped into the epic ranks and as one of the strongest Sovereigns in the Eichmann world.

Despite his eventual defeat in the civil war in Siro, as a pioneer of the Aisi "Lead the Way Party", he was still heavily trusted by the Great Sovereign Emperors and even accepted as a disciple by the Great Esso, who taught him many mysteries of the Dead Sovereign and was given the opportunity to understand the rules of blasphemy.

“Oh, Omar! Reinhardt! We still have plenty of time. Wait till I get back. ”

He glimpsed the door through the epic realm. His strength increased dramatically. He was seeking revenge and hatred. He was appointed by the Emperor Esau, and became a front-line commander, arguably in the grip of power.

Moreover, as long as he took this as the small side of the springboard, he was even the chief commander of the invasion of the whole dead spirit, and the recurrence of eternal nighttime disaster was simply day-to-day. It was unlikely that he would be more powerful than that person. At that time, Fetland laughed happily. At that time, he felt more proud than that, and even felt that losing the Civil War in Siro was not necessarily a good thing.

“Don't be too happy. The will is not easy to deal with. Let's integrate the army. I always have a feeling. ”

If only Fetland had the keys to a higher rank, the former First Regent Long Gricasio would have gained more, and the Emperor Esau's assessment was, "Give it two hundred years, and one more chair for us. ”

Yes, with the pointer teaching of a Dragon-born Undead Emperor, we have accumulated enough Gricasio has stepped on the threshold of the Undead Emperor. The opening of the last heavy door from the epic class is only a matter of time, and becoming the next Undead Emperor is a matter of waiting.

Though he spoke with caution and caution, it was just his constant, low-key, cautious habit of sneaking around. Originally the strongest in Silo, he has always been the strongest dead creature in his position. Now his strength has grown dramatically, and who will he really be afraid of?

“Unfortunately, ‘that man' is not here, otherwise he can see my new power. ”

When I set foot in that field, at the bottom of the ancient bone dragon's heart, even implicitly challenged the ambition of that man whose past had always crushed him.

“Whoa, whoa!! ”

“We will win! The living will sleep long and the everlasting night will come! ”

“Lord Gricassio is finally here. We can strike again. ”

The shouts attracted the attention of the two Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign. There was a giant bone dragon spinning around. The ordinary bone dragon did not yet have one claw big enough to cover the sky. That was the pressure of the top Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign. The Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign's Sovereign Sovereign

One of the important reasons why the army of the dead has been suppressed here is that there are no top spirits in town, and now it seems that one of the least epic ancient dragons has arrived, naturally very excited, with well-informed people, even shouting out the name of the bone dragon elder expected to arrive.

But not far away, the real Gricassio was full of surprise. I haven't heard of the other super bone dragons sent by the Undead Emperors. How can the figure of this bone dragon be a little familiar, as if I had seen it there a while ago.

“... Gloria!! ”

Fetland was surprised to hear that Amelia, though rarely demonstrating her bone dragon morphology, suddenly glided down the bone dragon in the final battlefield that determined the kingdom of Silo, but almost put her dark night council to pieces. Now this familiar magic fluctuation is right in front of her, how can she mistake herself?

The enemy was divided into red eyes, and Fetland was about to rush for revenge, but Gricassio stopped him.

“Wait, she's got someone on her back. ”

“Even if someone does, who are we afraid of? ”

“... you think Iglia's nature will let anyone ride on her back. That's the only one left. ”

“Is it...”

Witch Fetland was shocked and rushed to release an occipital eye, but the purpose was the same kind of witch on the dragon's back.

He was laying flat on a lounge chair, enjoying the sun bathing with his magic crystal sunglasses, and waving his hand down with pride, like inspecting the head of his own army.

And all of a sudden, as if to notice his own spying in the void, he smiled at the invisible eye, what was still being said in his mouth, and then with a thumb, the image returned to the void.

“Long time no see, my child has been taken care of by you, this time, let me play with you personally, enjoy the game. ”

The word "Gricasio" in the distance reads the voice of the soul, and the peculiar magic fluctuations are irrefutable evidence, but in fact the two do not need proof.

Although the magic fluctuations shown are not strong, just look at the seemingly calm but insane fire of the soul, which will always be indescribable strange behavior, Griccasio can be convinced that the man is finally back, the existence that makes all of you spiritual emperors so cynical still exists in this position.

After all these years, he just faked his death, what conspiracy was he planning behind it, why did he come out at this critical moment?

“Everlasting night.....”

“Impossible, impossible! ”

Griccasio remained calm, but Fetland's face collapsed. He was once one of the Great Staff of the Everlasting Night. How could he not have known the horror of that man, who had dared to establish a parliamentary party to suppress the Kings, had been convinced that he would never return?

And over there, seemingly getting enough cheer and applause, Gloria turned in one direction and flew towards the green in the distance.

And when Gloria slowly glided by the clouds and flew over the heads of the two Sovereign Kings, she circled slightly.

The two of them clearly saw on the back of the dragon, the person was happily waving his hand at himself, even constantly kissing and waving, the level of enthusiasm was like a friend that had not been seen for a long time.

“Hi!”

Even passionate greetings were sent down.

“..... Hi! ”

Staring at the familiar fire of the soul, Fetland was scared to wave to him. It was not a spell, it was just the instinct of the pressure accumulated over the years.

In response, the demon in the sky nodded satisfactorily and shot the dragon, and Gloria slowly continued to glide into the forest.

It appears that the reinforcements had attacked the enemy as soon as they arrived, and another cheer broke out in the barracks, cheering for the arrival of bone dragons.

“Long live Lord Gricassio! ”

“Long live Emperor Esso! ”

And only two new commanders who were stunned, who had just been called Hail Gricassio, hesitated to stay where they were. The ambition just arose in Shimoko, just frightened by the appearance of that person, seemed to have become a bubble in the unconscious.

Ultimately, the two men looked at each other with a large eye and watched the enemy leave, completely forgetting their duties as commanders.

Gloria disappeared out of sight, and neither of them had the courage to intercept. After all, that would probably be directly facing that person, who had suppressed his existence for more than a hundred years simply by virtue of the aftermath of his death.

“Hey, let's just take in the army before. Don't let those little guys rush out on impulse. ”

Well, don't make anyone wait, let's go. This is outrageous. You're mistaken for the Supreme Leader of the Legion! ”

Well, when someone reappears in front of them, there are two super-dead monarchs who have made the real gods headache, obviously scared the cowardly bereavement dogs, who have lived in the shadow of this person for too long.