The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

It is a tale of scant goodness, and few know how Esso, who stands at the height of the world, embarks on this difficult path.

As few people know, after the ancient Giant Demon Empire, before the splendor of the elves, there was a millennium of time that belonged to a nation that had disappeared in history - the Republic of Ta.

Yes, it is a land of fleeing slaves, farmers who have lost their cultivated lands, craftsmen without possession, a rare country without a ruling class in history.

And he was not documented in history for the reason that perhaps he belonged to a kingdom of the dead and magic.

Esso.F. Milanton, a slave without a surname, was acquired after he was freed, of which Milanton was the surname of the priest who saved him, and F, a special emblem of the Republic, represented by "freed slaves”.

Yes, the mighty Emperor Esso, he was born a humble slave.

“I was born to serve the Great Demon, and when I grew up, when I became a rationer, my life was worth it. ”

Faced with the giant demon race whose personal strength, ethnic gift and level of literacy are all on his monks, humans became domesticated cows and goats. When inheritance and culture were cut off, intelligent creatures would also retreat for the most primitive time as long as three or four generations.

Even after thousands of years, many trolls retain abominable cannibalism, and the kinship between the ogre and the troll is simply not justified.

Slaves, servants, objects, spare rations, that's what Esso was meant to live, ever since he was little. Esso was indoctrinated with this concept. He used to think of it as his own existential value. Until one day...

“Don't eat my mother! Fucking monster! ”

And when the troll master intends to turn his mother into a meat filling, perhaps the slightest rebellion in the bone remains, perhaps the most basic parental instinct of life, even if the wolf and “common sense” tell him that “mankind is eaten“ is natural, that eating is the fate of the entire human race, and he still acts instinctively.

He picked up the chopping knife, chopped off Lord Walker's head with the back knife, and spilled oil on him. Ignited and turned into a burning torch, completely eliminating his ability to regenerate.

In an age when an adult troll could kill ten adults at will, it was a mighty heroic act, but welcoming him was not the gratitude of his loved ones and the admiration of his kind...

“Why would you do that! Why did you kill Lord Walker? What do you want us to do? We're all gonna get killed before we get fat. No, we're gonna starve to death without feed! ”

If attacking a pet owner who is abusing him, he might bite you first. Instead, these saved pets themselves, years and generations of slavery education. Make these brains blank for humans and pets alike.

As a result, Esso, who saved his mother, was repulsed by his own people and tied to a meatboard, ready to serve as a sacrifice to calm the Great Demon.

But……

“Kill them all, hang them in the square and dry them for feed! ”

Even if the murderer was lying still, how could the slave community that killed the slave owner be forgiven, if that culture spread, the very foundations of society would be shaken.

And the vicious slave owner, even before his execution, deliberately kept Esso in the same room as his own people, and maliciously revealed that everyone would die because of him. So the next day, when Esso was first hanged, he was traumatized by more than a hundred wounds, and lost one of his eyes and one of his * * * * * * * * subordinates not only met with resistance? How can a domesticated cow, sheep and pig resist? They only shed tears at the slaughterknife and then put it around their neck.

Ethel's family didn't protect him? His right eye was captured by his desperate mother, and his right hand, which he broke to resist, was his father, and his feet were treated as his last meal by the hungry tribe.

When humans themselves don't think of themselves as human beings, lamentable, unfortunate, ridiculous, hateful, pathetic...

Before Esso was finally hanged on the rope, he opened his bloody eyes and looked at his numb clan without any resentment or fear of death. The only thought was:

“What a pity...”

And as the noose tightened, Esso still didn't face the fear of death, just a few more sympathetic objects.

“It turns out it's not just you, it's me, it's pathetic. No, it's pathetic. ”

Until the last consciousness was lost, the purpose was not to fly far away from the black flag, a strange flag with oil lights in black hands, under which a group of people dressed in strange black.

“Kid, are you okay? ”

And when he woke up, he realized he had been saved by a bunch of strangers who called themselves "Black Will," a strange bunch of guys.

They told Esso that mankind was not born to be the food of a troll. They told Esso that everyone had a responsibility to fight for their own survival. They told Esso that the ogres and trolls were not invincible. They told Esso that not everyone had the courage to fight, but they came for him!

And the black robbers gave young Esso a choice, or they would stay with their own people, and they would find a relatively safe valley to live in, and the other option would be to join them.

At the end of the day, I saw a family mixed with fear and confusion. How is it possible for a native wolf tiger to be in the same room as a cow and sheep? Esso did not hesitate to choose the latter.

“Idiot! We are the righteous! ”

Afterwards, the black will, already accustomed to dealing with the numb compatriots, this seemed angry roar with hope, expecting people to eventually wake up.

But in many cases, the rewards are vague, and if they are pulled together, it is a disaster for both sides.

And after countless betrayals, they still choose to shout that slogan, but only if they are willing to stand up. Otherwise, it's better to keep being a cow and a sheep.

But then, after centuries of bloody struggle, slaves had no will to fight, no matter how fat they were, they were still just waiting to slaughter cattle and sheep.

And even after awakening to tiger leopards, they still do not have the resources to be powerful, they do not have the weapons to fight, and they are in a very difficult situation.

And their opponents are the winners of jihad. The great demonic powers that spanned the entire continent, inherited witchcraft, curses and magic were at the top of the world, while the “black will” had only its own soul and flesh, and of course, its obsession to change everything.

But the soul is the source of strength, Ash. With the soul, flesh, and obsession, it is enough.

Yes, they have no access to precious magical knowledge and materials to become wise magicians. Nor are hunting techniques inherited from time to time, nor are hunters and rangers possible. It is difficult to eat and run and sleep well. Poor or or even malnourished bodies are difficult to become excellent warriors. The true God of the troll was the Lord God of the time, not to mention the priest and holy samurai who obtained divine grace. The mysterious Druid is still the patent of the elves, but having a profession requires only soul and flesh.

Yes, that is the sorcerer of the dead, the evil man who plays with the soul and flesh, which very few people already know was a profession that represented the hope of the entire human race.

Perhaps it was the sudden wonder of the demons, or the private trick of a reaper, that part of the knowledge of the magic of the spirits of the ancient demons fell into the hands of the black will and quickly spread to all the rebels.

Black will pitch-black lantern man fights the flag, so they just stick to the light of their hearts in this pitch-black night.

The same goes for Esso, when he became a black warrior practicing the magic of the dead, he was only twelve years old...

With the Pokémon Nation Alliance, he exchanged precious magical knowledge from those loathsome long ears, divided the kingdoms of the trolls, provoked the civil war and division of the trolls, offered evil blood to the non-trolls of the true gods, born the first Dark Warriors, and allied with the dragons, became the Dragon Knight, and he walked step by step.

When the epic legend unfolded, after countless wars, all his companions had become corpses, and his companions had fallen, one by one, and the pitch-black flag had finally fallen on his shoulder.

Esso.F. Milanton, the third consul of the Republic of the Taliban, served for one hundred and seventy-two years, and yes, when that long race war finally ended, that reckless teenager had become the immortal king of witches.

The republic is proud to practise the magic of the dead. The line between life and death has long been broken. The magic of the dead extends even to civilian technology. During their strongest period, they even possess a three-digit demigod-grade spirit. They possess the power to challenge the gods, but they should never have done so. They should not have developed the perfect technology for the transformation of the dead.

When all living beings can easily be converted into the dead for endless life, and when nationals of the entire United States are only added, it is clear that the circle has been broken, which is clearly based on the taboos of the gods.

Then came the calamity, when the original magic mentor and allied Elf clan suddenly attacked their country's capital, and the curse directly turned it into a huge canyon, a miracle “trail of betrayal” that had been forgotten its origins.

A republic without divine refuge has overnight become a public enemy of all races, all cities are under siege, the Dark Warriors have lost their families, the Dragons have suddenly left their strange family, only the Dead Sorcerers can still fight (the Death Knight has not been born), the heads of the United States are not inferior to the Elf Wise and are not without the power of the First World War.

But this time, they met natural enemies, elf sages made new discoveries, a special golden energy and ringtone that allows the dead to fall directly into silence, yes, the prototype of Holy Light.

But fortunately, no, perhaps unfortunately, a great magician of the dead discovered a way to open the gates and made a successful link to the ones with negative energy, the first to be discovered.

In the face of irresistible enemies, the final bone blood of the Republic escaped to the death scene, and in the face of high concentrations of negative energy that the living could not survive, that perfect technology for the transformation of the dead worked again, and all the living chose the incarnate dead.

The betrayal of the elves, the backing of the dragons, the conspiracy of the gods, the magic of the dead, which once represented glory and freedom, played the source of the glorious role of the Holy Light, and when these factors were gathered, it was easy to understand that history was “forgotten".

Thinking about your homeland? Hate for traitors? Familiarity with the people? Or simply reluctant to be forgotten about it, reluctant to lose the republic in history, so Esso did not hesitate to transform himself into a bridge to the homeland of his people, but handed this experience and memory over to his descendants as the last trace of his existence, and perhaps, let them know the forgotten kingdom and justice.

Endless void doors were opened, tidal dead spirits poured in, and the six spirits varied from form to race, but they came from a place that had been forgotten for thousands of years in the Republic of Ta.

Today, the forgotten returned, raising their flag of the lantern bearer, shouting the still deafening roar.

“Idiot, we are the righteous! ”