The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

“Sure enough, street drag ads are completely untrustworthy. ”

At dawn the next day, I met yesterday at the restaurant with Reverend Betty and her little buddy, but as a senior former adventurer, just a quick glance, I found that something was wrong with the team, definitely not just because of the name.

No, you don't need a senior adventurer to see that this team is wrong. No wonder they let Reverend Betty pull people in. The others are totally unreliable!

The most familiar of the four little buddies is the barbarian we met yesterday at the restaurant... the thief!

Around two meters, three or four feet tall, wrist thicker than my thighs, that skin armor has been broken by muscle support, full of meat and meat so vicious that you can kill people with your face, natural powerful ethnic talent fanaticism and far superhuman power can make the barbarian no difficulty to take up the position of a warrior, but when this girl met, she actually twisted the sentence.

“Violence is bad, so I'm not a big brother for years, and now I, Argan, am a tech thief. ”

You told me you were a savage, a tech thief? Your gods of war will die of your anger!

Of course I know what a tech thief is. Those guys are thieves who specialize in relic exploration, traps, organ cracking, stealing and other skills. Their most important attributes are not the agility and power of conventional thieves, but the intelligence to crack organs, traps, and acquire relevant knowledge and skills. This is a profession that a fool can't be, and because all time and energy is invested in the mastery of skills, Combat 5 is high, basically zero fighting power.

But since this profession does not require combat capability, it is the patent of midget adventurers who are naturally powerless and poorly handed and feet clean, their smaller size could have avoided some traps for normal people, combined with flexible hands and natural intelligence added value brains, is simply the most perfect technical thief.

And if I recall correctly, the barbarian's racial gift of strength is value-added, while the intelligence is impaired. Once fanaticized, the intelligence drops directly to about 3, which is the same as the beast, making it difficult to even say the complete words.

With excellent natural strength, if I took up the profession of assassin specializing in combat, I can only say “a more alternative option”, and this guy actually took up the position of the most demanding technical thief, I can only say that this girl must be basically a pit father.

“… style, I am now a holy knight, roaring and throwing up is too bad an image. ”

While trying to suppress his spitting desire, he nodded with a smile.

“May the Holy Light bless you, friend. ”

And that huge body suddenly hugged me, and the tears of beanstalk dripped, and wet my vest.

“You... you're the first one not to laugh at me! ”

“How can I laugh at you when everyone has the right to choose their own path, this barbarian brother? ”

“You, from today on you are Root's brother. Those who laugh at Root deserve to be beaten up by Root! ”

Seeing that Argan didn't fly the new partners, the little ones around him were not happy, but an uncovered disappointment. Obviously, they were all meant to see the noise, who are these people!

And the second runner, who I introduced, was the woman I met yesterday, and she seemed normal.

“I'm Beddy. Bryce, you can call me Betty. I'm a boy. ”

Well, instantly the most normal becomes the most unusual...

“I am the Holy Knight, I am the Holy Knight, I am the Holy Knight. The Holy Knight's number one priority - severable head, bleeding, hairstyle... smile not messy! ”

His heart kept saying calm truths, but his expression condensed for a moment, then he recovered his standard professional smile and extended his right arm to him.

“Mr. Beddy, good to see you again. ”

“Wow! This guy still smiles! Like Betty said, his face was super realistic and fake. It is said that the strength of a saint is proportional to his ability to fake a smile, even knowing that Betty's sister is a man can keep a smile. Isn't this super powerful?! ”

“I heard you, asshole! ”

Frontal horns have become blue-headed, but with the meditation “I didn't hear it, I didn't hear it," he continued to smile at this strange team.

And still laughing at my little girl, I'm afraid she's just a few normal people in this team, thick five short figure, plain face, little flying hammer at waist, thick voice, and long golden ponytail braids almost dragged to the ground, this is the specialty dwarf aunt of the Aladdon Mountains... Girl!

The Dwarf clan is not uncommon in this world, with gray dwarves underground, mountain dwarves and shield dwarves in the mountains, although not tall enough strength (strength added) and a strong body (strength added), blacksmiths, warriors, miners, earth sons of grand and straightforward, are natural warriors.

Of course, there are advantages naturally short boards, the dwarves generally have short feet and slow reactions, it is impossible to expect them to jump like elves, but the dwarf shield defender is a world-renowned good defender, if there is one such dwarf, the team should not have to worry about the lack of a meat shield.

“Hello, Brother Holy Knight, I'm Mary, Mary the Longbowman. ”

The dwarf pointed straight at the iron wooden bow behind her.

Well, should I take it for granted? There are no normal people in this team, a dwarf would actually be a professional elf archer, your mountain blood is crying!

“Nice to meet you, Miss Mary. ”

“No, I'm Mrs. Mary. I'm married and I have two kids. My grandparents were so angry, they let him take the kids at home, and I came out to work to make money. ”

“Pfft, what a dwarf aunt! ”

Look at this square face, I don't even know what to say.

The only difference between a male dwarf and a female dwarf is that the male dwarf has a sharp voice. Well, you're right, the male dwarf has a sharp voice. This is mainly the spoken word of the dwarf's aunt. The voice is very low and strong, and the voice startles four people at the exit, and the echo continues.

On the outside, female dwarves also grow beards, male dwarves love braids, outsiders have difficulty distinguishing between men and women, their aesthetics are also strange, I don't understand “the charming bucket waist and thick beard of the dwarf girl from my hometown” what is really fascinating.

Because of the different aesthetics, it is difficult for outsiders to distinguish between men and women and age, but the Dwarves who usually venture out are “young people" of seventy or eighty years of age, so I am also because she is a "teenage girl", but since this Aunt Mary says that she has two children, according to the adulthood of the Dwarves at 120 years of age, this is estimated to be more than 200 years of age.

Well, I've had three strange teammates, and I'm numb, and my last teammate is a fairy, and that's a fancy fur coat and a three-string guitar behind him, a handsome elf bard.

“Hello, I'm Solonor. ”

Nice, the manners are normal, the appearance is normal, the name is normal, the profession is normal, but somehow, my gentleman's intuition in reconnaissance tells me that there is absolutely no normal person in front of me, and the cooling vest reminds me that I am in crisis.

“… it is Solo who really likes each other. ”

“Brother Solonor is fine, just this hobby, several warriors have been scared away... But it's not, and we can't be sisters. ”

The acute five senses made me hear the argument, and this time, the smiling face was finally smashed.

“Me, me, me, you faggot? ”

“... please don't make it sound so bad, I'm just a guy who likes Qing Xiu. ”

As I said, the handshake turned into a sneak pinch, and immediately, my goose bumps were all up.

“I X, what demon monster, let go! Eat my fucking shoes! ”

Well, the first time we met, it turned into a full-blown act, and after stepping on the foot, I gasped.

“Should Koros be in this church? Looks like I need a healing smile. ”

Somehow, I think I'd feel a lot better if I had that wild elf smile.

“Pfft, if a faggot disgusts you, find a fake woman to cure you? You're hopeless. ”

Dead cat's ridicule came on schedule, but I didn't have the strength to fight her. Who are these people? I'm afraid the whole Forest of Dreams can't find a stranger team of adventurers. Is my luck that bad?

“Dead cat, meow one sells a cutie. ”

“Meow, master, they want milk. White, cloudy, bloody. ”

Well, the dead cat instantly turned into a little blonde cat girl with yellow cat ears, tail, and furry meatball gloves, deliberately said both * * and sweet, while speaking, licking lips and eyes like silk looking at me, seemed very thirsty, instantly, I got up... well, the goose bumps were all up.

“Go, it's you, Heroise, turn into a meteor in the sky.

Immediately, force it to become a dead cat, then step hard on the ground, throw a standard spear, throw it in the air, turn it into a meteor.

“Dead wood deserves a lifetime, meow, it feels so annoying...”

I gasped back and found my little buddies talking.

“He turned his pet into a woman, and his pet * *, the difficulty is that the legend is sad... the sad thing. ”

“Sad wind! It's the legendary pervert! ”

Looks like any adventurer knows him. The sad wind has really fulfilled his life's aspirations. He's famous, famous!

“Rest assured, we will not discriminate against you even if you are sad. Everyone has the right to choose their loved ones. ”

Soronol nodded sincerely as he spoke the words of understanding.

“Ahhhh. Sexually oriented by a faggot! ”

At this moment, I really think about going back to the river and looking back at the possibilities.

“To be honest, we are relieved that you are obviously suitable for our team. Normal people won't be around for long! ”

Betty's words made everyone nod, but I wanted to cry.

“I'm a normal person! ”

[King of Gentlemen...]

“Shut the fuck up! ”

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Now that the initial introduction has been completed, according to the adventurer's diving rules, the next step is to find a simple task to grind up the cooperation. The actual battle is more convincing than any word.

After three days of booking the big action by the Woods, which did not affect the simple hunting mission, we picked up a "100 Dead Eaters Tooth" mission at the Guild, and we rode a kilometre of two-silver cart out of the Forest of Dreams.

Ghouls are just slightly more advanced corpse-type ghosts than zombies. They look like skinny, even uglier, little zombies. They are weak but agile. They carry corpse venom on their teeth and paws. If they accidentally die in their hands, there is a good chance they will turn into another ghost.

Corpse-type ghosts can reinforce themselves with other remains, and some of their habits can be seen by the names of the ghosts, who are extremely aggressive, have a very good nose, and are good at ambushing and sneaking.

The six dead spirits are all open, these bloodthirsty guys smell the breath of the living, and there are a lot of them, and it's not uncommon for a ghost to be around the Forest of Dreams.

Soon, we found a bunch of ghosts on a hill, and there were about a dozen of them, and the strongest was like a king of ghosts.

I've made it clear that the personal strength of this strange team is quite good. It's all above the silver rank. A Bronze rank soldier can handle a common carnivore. The carnivore king is only the top of the silver rank. It shouldn't be difficult.

“For the Holy Light! ”

In order to act as much as possible like a standard saint who hates the dead, recovering a little image, I made a habitual roar of war and then took the lead.

Then I came back faster...

At that moment, I knew why the team couldn't get a shield.

Solonor and “Betty” are auxiliaries in the back row, that is to say, soy sauce players. Mary, as a longbowman, will not be on the front line. Tech thieves can not participate in the battle according to the adventurer's subordinate rules. As a result, I am the only one fighting.

The ghost's poisonous tooth claws are poisonous, but how can I be afraid of raising the epic shield "The Wall of Sighs of Ermdi Rocken”? It's my teammates who make me turn around and run!

“You're sent across the street to play with me! You really didn't kill your last mate? ”

Longbow Mary's long bow is made of iron wood. This native tree that crosses the mountains is as hard as iron. The wooden sword can be used as a real sword, but if it is used to make a bow, it is not something that ordinary people can pull.

But Mary is a hundred-year-old dwarf warrior. She is absolutely no worse than a professional warrior. She should have rushed to the brink of a quick bow and arrow and turned into a "Boom!" Boom! ”Heavy artillery, it's not only bows and arrows that pass from my cheek, but also reapers that may come at any moment. If I just bowed my head a little slower, I'm afraid I'm bald now.

On the other side, the Eagle King has joined forces with our tech thief, Argan.

Tech thieves can't fight? Have you ever seen a tech thief with a giant sword? Have you ever seen a tech thief flying through the flesh and blood of a ghost eater? He's freaking out!

From the point of view of where the muscles and white-eyed pupils have been stretched, this is still a high level of “total madness”, which means that this girl's power surged while also transforming into a killing machine with no pain and reason. The Ghost King was torn apart by it two times and only had his upper body left. From the point of view of where he kept his saliva staring at me, I was regarded as the biggest threat target!

“Run, Roland! Argan is bleeding, his instincts are completely frenetic at first sight. Six parents don't admit it! ”

Well, I kind of know why this guy is not a soldier in office. Completely insane is the last killer. He can't control himself, so just go to war or kill me!

“You professional bastards, you bastards! ”