The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

“I'm so stupid, really...”

I knew the field team was unreliable, random combinations were basically pit goods, such as archers were short-sighted, priests were sleepwalking when the war started, warriors were intellectually added, all talented skills ordered price cutting and diplomacy, magicians forgot to bring magic books and little blue bottles, as long as you couldn't think of anything you didn't encounter, no pits but more pits, but this time I was more convenient, I accepted the invitation casually.

“Hunting Dead Spirits? How do I feel about the dead hunting us? ”

Running, roaring, behind us is a whole team of dead spirits. Since when? Since when have we been hunted down?

Perhaps it was from a barbarian man with a huge body, holding a branch with leaves over his face, walking with his feet in his arms, whispering, “You can't see me, you can't see me”, in front of the eyes of the crowd, when the smell-sensitive bloodline sneaked up with the eyes of "You're teasing me"?

Perhaps the girl named Betty, or the boy named Betty, who was clearly finished hunting, and who was on his way to the White Bone Cavalry, still insisted on knocking down all the gold teeth of the corpse witch before leaving.

Perhaps when the dwarf's aunt fired a super-range heavy cannon and accidentally hit the Cyclops in the mountains?

Anyway, our current situation is probably due to these pit daddy teammates! The worst of them all is the pig teammates!

“Pig teammates? Father Pit's teammates? You forget who insisted on picking the ingredients in situ and making bone soup for everyone! It's not like you're wasting your time. We're already gone, okay? ”

Heroise seemed to disagree.

“Hmm. You don't understand. Bone elves are rarer. Stew soup with it to nourish your face and increase your magic! ”

“… so proud to say, you seem to be doing well. ”

“Of course, when we used to venture together, it was my chef, the most important thing to venture out is to have a good chef, otherwise whether you are a demigod or an epic, you should still be hungry when you are hungry, that is, you are not hungry to yourself, and you are disgusting enough. Look at me, two seasonings wrapped up, don't talk about the Pokémon toxin, it doesn't even smell bloody. Heroise, don't you drink two bowls yourself? ”

“… indeed, it is delicious. But why don't you start by saying that it actually has a somnolence effect, causing us to sleep until the regiment surrounds us! ”

“Ha-ha-ha, didn't I forget? It can increase magic, the principle is to promote the concentration of meditation, isn't meditation just sleep, which naturally has a sleeping effect... ”

Dead cats have been staring at me with disgust. Well, I admit, I have a slight, perhaps slight, responsibility for the pursuit behind me, but at least not entirely! Nor is it the primary responsibility!

“Tsk, the way a man shirks his responsibilities is really ugly. ”

Looking back, low-order skeletons, zombies, low-order mummies, whatever slowness is basically gone, can keep up, are all skeleton cavalry and other middle-aged goods, slightly estimated that there are about forty or fifty more, if stopped there is more, definitely not what our team can handle, um, at least not bright strength can handle.

“Oops, I don't think these guys are going to make it. If they do, I'm not leaking the bottom... No, why should I avoid exposing my strength and run away? I don't have to run at all! ”

All of a sudden, I figured out, I was just going to look at the situation on the battlefield and the life of the covenant braves, at most, to help a wooden spirit to succeed in their plans and plots, not to play the legendary tale of pig eating tiger, what's to worry about exposing?

So I turned around without hesitation.

“For the Holy Light...”

“Take it easy! ”

“It turns out that the Holy Knight likes to have a fever in his head at a critical moment, and it's true to stare at him. ”

Without waiting for me to draw my sword, the dwarf aunt and the fake priest dragged me left and right, then ran with me...

“Hey, hey, hey, I'm gonna kill them! ”

“Well, um, you're amazing, we know. I heard the sister of the Reverend Holy Light say that under the guidance of Holy Light, the Holy Knight has no fear...”

That being said, Betty's eyes were filled with pity, as if to look at the hopeless lunatics.

“Cough, I heard the old drum in my house say that the Holy Knight has post-sacrifice syndrome, but at least try to sacrifice it when it's worth it. Young, young. Don't get carried away. Auntie, I'm 136 years old. Tell you, the world is not as bad as you think...”

The Dwarf Aunt is direct, but how does that sound to a fool who's about to commit suicide?

“I really did. I didn't intend to sacrifice it, I didn't force it! ”

“Well, um, I believe you. ”

What does this sympathy mean? I can really kill them!

“Ahhh, let go of me, I'm not crazy, let me kill them...”

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In the depths of the mountains, a temporary cottage has been erected, and simple round logs have been built into protective walls, and scattered tents are camps, but if the defenses of this temporary site are underestimated, the woodling-specific demonized parasitic vines and trees on the walls will teach him to become human beings.

Originally, this was a key point in the mission, where ordinary teams of adventurers were allowed access only when they lacked supplies and personnel were injured, but for some particular “reason", there were far more people here than expected.

And after a busy day… well, it should be said that after a full day of running, the hungry and tired team decided to go to the rendezvous point in advance.

“Look, that's them. ”

“I X, we've been running for three hours. ”

“You're okay, the Shield of Glory just killed a high-ranking hatred, didn't even get the loot to prove it, and they got away with it. That's almost 100 points of justice. ”

The "Wood Spirit is super cute” team is famous... If you pull a bunch of wild monsters across the war zone, the bigger you roll like snowballs, the more harmful your companions hate your parents as much as you do. I'm afraid you'll be famous too, in the name of the back legs of the team, in the name of professional pig teammates!

Now, wherever we go, I'm afraid someone's going to point to "The Pit Daddy's Pig Team!”.

And in the face of the shame of other adventurers, the other members of the team are obvious, seem used to it, and no wonder they can't find a teammate.

Betty applied strange mucus to her face, seemed to be doing beauty, and Argentinian continued to refine her “diving suit”, adding new leaves and coloring to it... To be honest, although many thieves add a diving colour to their clothes, Argan adds a little leaf to the two trees... and now they take the ingredients in situ and tie two more rotten cabbages and a carrot, which is more noticeable than doing nothing! Or is he going to sell food to the dead... can I pretend I don't know him! I really don't know him!

As for the dwarf little sister... she's only over a hundred years old, what kind of aunt is that? If she's an aunt, what am I? Grandpa?

Cough, to be honest, this little sister Mary inherited the Dwarf's tradition. After selling three glasses of wine, she was already very excited about hand dancing. Of course, the Dwarf Mother's dance... Looking forward, it was the barrel dancing!

From the sarcasm and the gaze and innocence of these three guys, it's not the first time they've done this, that is, they've pitted a lot of people before, and they're used to ignoring the contempt of others.

And the only normal person on the team, Jun-soo's bard, happily transformed today's story into a bar tune, bouncing and singing, of course, art comes from life, where the difference between drama and real drama is perfectly understandable, and beautifying the lead character is a compulsory lesson for every author. But...

“Killed a bunch of skeletons and upgraded into a bunch of ghosts. Understandably, it was just a corpse witch who was seen as a demigod mummy, but it was chased for an afternoon, but was replaced with an army led by the Sovereign King of the Dead. Three days and three nights later, during the bitter war, the small universe erupted to kill the leader's epic witch, and the hero here to save the beauty and the princess. This is ridiculous, too shameful! That doesn't make any sense! ”

“... the Roland brothers, you don't know. These days it's just a picture. Serious storytelling is long overdue. If you don't starve to death, you can change it. The more unreasonable the drama, the more eye-catching the drama, the more exciting the creepy the drama, the more money the audience gets. Now even if everyone knows it's bullshit, but fun is fine, who's serious? This is the market! ”

Well, I'm kind of drunk being taught by a different world of indigenous people what to do with the market.

I shook my head and did my thing as I watched these pits get worse and worse.

In the middle of the camp, there was a huge ancient tree, which, although it was straight into the sky without the forest of dreams, was at least centuries old, and two days ago it was still empty.

There are trees and tree spirits around, not without adventurers to spy on, but all the ordinary adventurers close to here will be stopped, and they will see me walking over, and there will be enthusiastic people screaming.

“Don't go over there, those wooden spirits won't let anyone through...”

Until the voice fell, I had crossed the blockade line, but the woods and guards were blind, as if they had not seen.

Then, the talking man himself ran to try, but had not yet approached, the sudden rise of the thorn wall and the wood spirits, full of alert and hostile eyes, let it stop, can only laugh twice and return to the original place.

And the loved one who witnessed the scene remembered the appearance of the young man who had just entered, and rushed to ask whether he belonged to that team. After all, only “that person" had been allowed to enter before, and he was the leader of the adventurer in this operation, but this strange young man was treated the same way. Even if he had nothing special, his relationship with the Woodlings was very different, which was necessary for tracing.

Of course, these things have gone into ancient tree houses that I don't know, and what surprised me was that there was a human being here.

Blonde shawl, blue-eyed white skin, black armor flashed with fine gold dark gold, black gloves engraved with powerful magic pattern, the magic fluctuations of the gemstone sword can be felt outside the door, I don't know if this handsome guy is strong, but absolutely rich is true, none of this whole body equipment is below epic level.

I naturally know the leader of the Super Mercenary Guardian of Nishigi, Case Black Watch. Ilon, who is also an adventurer in this operation, is, of course, only nominal.

But I immediately hated him, just because...

“I think the team that caused the confusion should be punished. Otherwise, if everyone imitates it and doesn't follow orders, I'm afraid the organization will be confused...”

In the lobby, all three virtues were present, but only Samantha was in charge. Faced with the opinion of the righteous words of Keith, she shook her head coldly, but when she saw me come, she turned her head on her own initiative and squeezed a smile.

“You're here. ”

“Well, how's the seed? How's it going? ”

“The germination has begun and the incubation period can be completed within two days, after which it can be activated at any time into the next phase. ”

Keith was full of surprises, and he was surprised to see other humans in this core area, but I had no intention of talking to him.

Approaching the heart of the hall, that tree is trembling slightly, as if it were the heart of a living creature, beneath which there is an infinite build-up of life energy that, once it erupts, will be as sharp as a volcanic eruption.

The seeds of the Forest of Dreams are also the hope of the Woodlings.

As this seed sprouts, the heavenly trees that cover the sky will be uprooted, and the new Forest of Dreams will gradually grow, and the sleeping Emila will have new fields.

While seeds must be supported by the mother, the roots of the Dream Forest arrived here ten days ago, and this ancient tree, which covers the sky, is actually only part of the roots, and once the disguise is torn off, the new Dream Forest will quickly form and Emila will become stronger, acquiring new nutritional supplies and territories.

And this is obviously not what the Dead Spirit expects. In order for Emila's facade will to come, the seeds have to germinate to a certain degree, which takes time. The spreading wildfires of the grasslands can only be extinguished in the beginning, and the Dead Spirits are not blind. When the face expands their domain, the rules of the world will be touched by it, and this most fragile period will make them the target of the enemy.

Obviously, as long as the seeds germinate here, the City of the Dead will definitely take action, and there will certainly be a hard war to fight, and since sooner or later, nature will have to fight before more high-end dead spirits have arrived in the world, and the Woods have made no mistake in their judgment, I also expect the realm of the Forest of Dreams to expand so that Emila can wake up early.

Since Samantha said that everything was fine with the seeds, I nodded and didn't ask much, it would be more appropriate to leave that to the experts.

“Who are you? ”

Keith raised his own question, and he thought the person in front of him was familiar, but suddenly remembered not seeing him there.

“Who am I? You don't even know who you're punishing? ”