The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

In nascent towns, huge oak trees grow at visible speeds, light green natural essences are scattered in the air, white light spheres swim between the woods, and then a large tree rises, and soon these trees cross the limits of normal trees, just a few tens of minutes past, looking away, already a shade of forest.

And what follows is a change in the rules of the world. The slightly more powerful can feel what seems to have happened in the air. That strong sense of alienation cannot be wavered, and a new face will has come.

And what follows is a wooden door that suddenly appears in front of the big oak.

The gate is more than twenty meters high and more than fifty meters wide. The decoration is still wood-spirited, and the vines wrap around the wooden door frame. The engravings are full of flower and grass trees, full of simple, plain natural beauty.

Before the door was shaded, little Samantha looked like a little bean, and when she put her hand over the door handle, it caught everyone's attention.

“Bang!”

When Samantha pushed the door open gently, the door opened slowly, and the adventurers realized it was brighter.

“Boom. ”

Ancient wooden giant foot shook the earth, which was the first supermassive plant war machine to cross the gates that could only grow in the forest of dreams. The defensive reloading of the woods finally came to this new town, and then came the Wood Guard with all sorts of strange machines.

They are not like fairies in fairy tales in the woods in the magic carriage, but they are very scenic in the mechanized unit, the small body is sitting on the cushion, with the handlebars of a motorcycle running at the toes, the hoop next to them is actually filled with six woods, it is hard to recall a motorcycle performance at a parade ceremony in a large country, and that motorcycle can bring a battalion of soldiers online jokes...

By this time, everyone was completely relieved, and these cute little guys were the true elite of the Woodlings, and their presence was a symbol that Oak Town had become part of the Forest of Dreams.

This is not only true of the little woody spirits, who are generally carrying new dwarf guns and artillery, vapor valve systems between their waists that can eject shiny ropes and hooks, insert trunks, and let them roam in the trees within just half a second of starting the switch, which is a guerrilla tool I specially prepared for them.

Despite their natural magic talents and outstanding performers' talents, the newborn Woodlings did not reject the intention of mechanical creation. On the contrary, because of our special relationship, coupled with Thorn Garden's exclusive interest in the new era of mechanical creation, they were not only very interested in newborn mechanics, but also ordered a large number of mechanical creations, and sent a number of people to study and study them in the hope of truly transforming them into the wealth of the family.

The direction they study and buy is also based on their own strengths and weaknesses. Their strengths are obvious, many strengths, but it is no longer necessary to say in detail that short boards are poor mobility and lack of physical ability, so they are particularly interested in vehicles, long-range weapons, etc. (mechanical machines have magical plants and reinforced shells, which are not required).

But from this wooden spirit driving a motorcycle with his feet on it, it was hard for them to use a normal vehicle, even Samantha asked me to order a small, dedicated vehicle, and after I put forward a design, Samantha rarely showed a satisfied smile, but then the next day she completely overturned it, and she chased me in a group, which was just plausible.

“... the idiot pointed out that the setting originated from the stroller, I must make her look good. Well, this is the right size for a big stroller. Forget it, even if it's rejected, I have a backup design. ”

“Need someone else to point it out? Samantha was so simple that she didn't see it. You actually set a baby toy bell on the roof of the car, you didn't know that Samantha had treated the incident as a lifelong disgrace. How dare you make backup settings? Let me guess, baby chair or crib? ”

“... None, children use electric scooters! You can run on one foot! Five short body requirements, Heroise. Do you need one? ”

“What I need is for you to cheer me up and get me back in shape... Luckily you didn't say skateboarding shoes, have you heard? There's a brainwashing song recently, let me sing it to you...”

Cough, not to mention these little interpolations, in a way, the Mullings and I have a very special relationship.

In the eyes of outsiders, we are obviously on the same side, and in fact the three virtues do listen to me.

Now that Samantha still holds the Mullins, it's almost like the Mullins are all invested in me, but if it's traced back, the real creator of the Mullins is Emila, and now the right to speak is probably equivalent to Emila's power of attorney. When Emila wakes up, if we have a conflict of opinion, I think the Mullins will probably still listen to their mother...

“Is this what happens when a child sees his or her parents arguing, and in most cases the toddler is not looking out for a father who works hard to make money, but for a mother who is always there to raise herself? ”

Dead cat makes me a little uncomfortable, but I nod my head. Actually, that's the truth. Although everyone knows that helping or not helping is the right thing to do, helping or not helping is probably the real choice for most people.

“Not only that, but fundamentally, they will listen to me, only because Emila has made them listen to me, especially since they were born as a conscious and intelligent community, and Emila's very existence is a forest of dreams that nurtures them, and its dependence is astonishing, and I fear that under Emila's leadership, the Mullins will be the most united and intelligent race ever. ”

This result is also acceptable to me. I did not annex the ambitions of the Woodlings, but...

“For some reason, I was particularly disturbed to think that such a powerful race was in Emila's hands. ”

“... don't tell me, I'm also worried about her suddenly going crazy and having a wonderful thought. In the past, the harm caused by one of her madness was limited, and if the whole race followed her, I'm afraid it would be a lot of fun. ”

Well, the more dangerous I feel, given the insane botanical war zombies and the ever-higher ranking on the list of natural disasters, the more I can tell the difference between holding a nuclear weapon button in the hands of a crazy woman who's at risk of going wild at any moment.

What, I fit all the above conditions? Am I in danger? I wanted to argue, but suddenly it made sense. For a moment, I couldn't say anything right.

“… perhaps, at least, reluctantly, I can follow my own rules, at least a little more settled than Emila. ”

Cough, the words are normal, even if you are not comfortable, can you find a way to set up a “safety valve”?

And in front of them, when the spirits took over the city, the happiest of them were the covenant braves, who, after all, struggled and it was time to harvest.

As a result of the anticipated war, the JusticePoints rewarded by the Woodlings were even richer, and although the final war burden had been shouldered by others, they had done their part, and while the expected performance bonus was missing, the base reward would not be deducted.

Instead, there are little things that I design.

“Oaktown Miracle War Bronze Medal? ”

“... do I have one too? I'm just guarding the city. ”

Military merit medals are also part of my credit system, and in this era of popularity, there is nothing more intoxicating to warriors than military merit, performance and honor. The past evaluation system was too rough, and only those aristocrats would record the great achievements they had made on the home badge.

Even aristocratic valves, wanting to enter the family tree, family emblem, only dragon slaughter such great marks can be painted, it is often never encountered for the rest of their lives, the warriors born of the civilian population can only prove their past achievements by mouth, if not to rise to the level where the bard brags about you, the fame will never come out of a region.

And now it's simple, a little military medal, which proves that you participated in the battle and made a corresponding contribution. Even if you don't have to prove anything, it's very cheap to wear on you, and you can't possibly cheat on a little girl.

“It's just a war victory medal, it doesn't cost a few copper coins, but the buyer's heart is solid and it's easy to provide loyalty... After they have a medal, it's not easy to accumulate achievements, it's impossible to lose them. In a sense, it is also a hard-earned asset. ”

Considering that the intelligence level of the people of different worlds is not low, I have seen a lot of counterfeit goods and so on, it is unlikely that a similar credit brush will be available soon, and such battlefield medals, because of the numbering and recording of the winners, probably cannot be painted.

I also wore one, but it was a gold medal. There were three kinds of medals for the commemoration of this first war: bronze, silver, gold, and bronze. There was absolutely no more than a number of digits on each battlefield of gold. The last ranking seemed to be the most powerful among mortals, so I also got a gold one.

I heard that the Fortune Goddess couldn't close the door after she blew herself up. In order to please her, when returning the two artifacts, I asked Sister Mary to send Beyana a a special edition of the 24-carat pure gold diamond. She also did the night light treatment. Even if she didn't wear it, she could hang a rope around her neck as a light bulb. I could see you sparkling a kilometer away to make sure you had a rich taste.

But a few days later, at dawn, I found a meteor on top of my head, before I could make a wish, and it was flying towards my head, and if I hadn't reacted quickly, I would have smashed my head off.

“... hey, hey, that's disgraceful. If you don't take it, it won't be like this. ”

When I found out that the deadly "dark weapon" was that special edition of the military badge, it jumped like a thunder.

“... As for Beyana, I don't think so. Show me...”

Dead cats go over the back of the military badge and read the words one by one.

“'Thanks to the esteemed goddess of wealth for blowing herself up, she is a noble god, a pure god, a god who has disengaged herself from the low level of fun, the glittering glow that lit our way forward when she blew herself up, her tombstone is a milestone for us to move forward, and in order for history to remember her glory, I will create a statue and inscribe that glorious moment when she blew herself up - Roland. Ran’... Roland, I'm really surprised she didn't kill you. ”

In fact, if someone hadn't blocked Beyana's doorstep right now, I'm afraid the god who couldn't stop yelling, "Let me go, I'm going to kill that guy” would have done exactly what Heroise said.

“What? I'm just brushing the top gear for a trendy value, as is customary. In these days, the epic gear doesn't bear some yellow letters, and the attributes are even more powerful and empty. ”

“... well, considering the past of the goddess, why don't you keep your wallet for me, at least not let my stomach follow you. Cat abuse is immoral. ”

“It's convenient to think about pet identity every time you're in your favor. ”

Although my mouth was nagging, it seemed like this time I really accidentally offended the goddess, considering that I wasn't lucky enough, so I just handed over my wallet, but...

“Ah, my money? ”

“... stolen? Is the curse coming so fast? ”

“... Beyana! How dare you do it so fast! ”

[... two news, one good and one bad, good is that you are not cursed, the bad news is that you do not need to be cursed and you are already lucky zero. This time, don't do anything wrong. It's just bad luck for you. Fortunately, at this point, you don't have to worry about worse. Are you sure you don't want to be a converted gunman? The curse of Lucky E seems like a lucky blessing to you.

Okay, just ignoring the system puke, since the system guarantee is not a curse, it reassures me a little, and I have a slight headache for the "watch out" wealth goddess.

“Heroise, do you have money? Otherwise, we'll have to live on the streets. ”

“... you've seen which cat carries money and spends money. Why don't you take your gold medal off. ”

“… may be considered. But I have a better idea, can't you turn into a magic sword, and then I'll pretend to be lucky enough to pick up the artifact on the battlefield, let the traitors come to the door, and then we'll sell you, and you come back on your own, a few more times, and you'll earn your meals. Hey, don't run, I'll give you a third... OK! Half!. ”

As a result, my plan to punish the traitors eventually failed because the "commodities" themselves did not cooperate, and finally, there was the internment of the woods, and finally there was no miserable camping on the streets.

The gods have all returned to their kingdom of God, which is to throw Argan into my care. As for Sister Mary and the faggot god, the former has little interest in the military medal. Instead, he knocked on a bunch of high quality drinks, and the latter... a faggot who can't fight but really look at you with emotions, I can't hide in time, so how can I contact him proactively?

And with Red's help, my first advanced ritual is ready, and the blood pool that I put down can be used as a pool.

“It's strange, she bleeds so quickly. Something's wrong with Red lately, isn't it...”

“... spring is here, everything is back, and it's time for animal mating”

Heroise lazy messed me up, but how could I be disturbed by her? I thought about it, and finally, I realized it suddenly and came to a conclusion.

“… did you pick up something unclean on the ground to eat? How can you do such a stupid thing? ”