The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

“In fact, at first I wanted to be a swordsman in white like snow, to come and go like the wind. Later, what was wrong, why did the painting become like this... ”

The robes bought from the town were not even enchanted, the protective effect was almost nil, the effect of the application was even more unintended, and they were uncomfortable on the body.

The only effect of this cheap black robe is probably to be able to just rely on its wicked necromancer, but it turns out to be too effective, okay I can't say anything.

“Tsk, this cry is like going to a slaughterhouse. ”

Perhaps it was me who did it too harshly. Perhaps in the transformation of the dead spirit, the Sink boy screamed too harshly, and it turned out that I was the savior, but the villagers looked at me with fear. Some women and children were still crying, as if they had suffered a more tragic fate.

At this time, apart from lamenting the reputation of the Necromancer, I can only complain about the wrong painting style.

“Swordsman in snow white? Isn't that cannon ash? Your original goal in life was cannon ash.”

“Wait, how could White Swordsman be cannon dust? ”

The mess of a dead cat makes me feel worse. What's wrong with my image of a warrior?

“Those who mount single-handed swords and double-handed swords on a large scale and do not wear armor, only the serfs who pull them over, give them a cheapest and simplest sword, two-handed sword, and a wooden shield helmet with arrows to force them to use as cannon ash. Without enchantment, the dull sword chains cannot be broken. Without armor protection, it is the target who brushes the opponent's head. That is not cannon ash. ”

Dead cats are a little crazy, and I have a bit of a grip on the law, as if every time I use Dead Spirit magic, or get a snake demon breakthrough in this area, she gets more excited, as if it proves her mentor's strength from one side.

“In my years of experience, militias with a little battlefield training will carry their own bamboo poles as long guns, at least for longer distances, and much higher battlefield survival rates. As long as those ashes are forced to consume the physical and magical power of the enemy, only a single sword will be dispensed and sent to the battlefield. ”

Though knowing that she hit me with malice, think about it a little bit, judging by the common sense of the world, it's true.

In modern cities, advances in chemistry have made the colour of clothing extremely common, but in the ancient era dyes had to be extracted only from minerals and plants, which was troublesome, and in the Ash world, where technology had just sprung up, it was monopolized by alchemists and once used to make profits.

Although dye technology is now in the hands of traders, the price of dyes is not too expensive, but it is also an expense.

Aristocrats' clothes are always colorful and gorgeous. The colorful animals, mythical patterned sculptures are not only decorations, but also symbols of their race and identity status. They are also large businessmen, always wearing colorful clothes, showing off their wealth, that civilians will also have a few festive dresses. Only the poor, who have nothing, will wear colorless white clothes.

Of all the weapons, there are many similar long swords in appearance and capability, less materials, at least a few knife blades to kill, easy to get started… at least not to hurt one's own people, and naturally become the preferred choice for cannon ash.

With the description of the dead cat and my own brain patch, the white swordsman image in my mind was somehow replaced by a peasant warrior with a dark face. His face was full of traces of field labor. Although his body was strong, his face was full of laughter and all of the joy of harvest, there were dozens of patches of undyed robes on his body, but he couldn't resist to throw them away. The white grass shoes washed with mud were all over them. The dish knife tied to his waist was stuck in a large radish, which had to be accidentally wounded himself.

“Yes, yes, that's the image. It's amazing, Shaw, but young people have a lot of imagination. ”

“ ……. Heroise, it's you. Look at me, big cat ball! ”

The long unwanted cat ball throw was re-enabled, throwing hard with the dead cat's neck, "I'll be back, meow!” The cry is still echoing in my mind, but man has turned into a meteor.

“Whoa, a little activity, much better. ”

After all this nonsense, my depressed mood got a little better, maybe that's how the dead cat cares about people.

The Dead Sorcerer's invisibility doesn't have to be said much anymore. In most legendary stories, he is a proper rebel, but it is a little frustrating that he has just saved people and been stared at like a murderer.

[Do you care what strangers think? It must be that little girl looking at you like that that upsets you.

Perhaps it was a time to see the bodies piled up after the Holocaust. The images of the bandits' bodies piled together seemed to make Katrina uncomfortable. The look in my eyes grew stranger and stranger, but people had shrunk completely behind Barton.

“ ……. Do you think I can't throw you out? ”

[You throw it.

“Fucking goddess! You think I can't cure you... be careful I go to adult journals all night long! ”

[... too weak, this is the place. A man's revenge? At least go see the real one, colorful, colorless kid, you deserve 300 years of bareback, if you're really nuts, who can stop you.

“Me, me, me and you, I'm going to see the goblin dude! Gay version! Shh, those little things are hugging each other like... uh. ”

Reminds me of the occasional advertising poster, and the unknown discomfort makes me bow my head.

[I surrender... those little green oil things are so disgusting, you can really sell anything to make money.

Finally won, but somehow grief accumulated in his chest, as if he accidentally threw away something important, is it fucking? Is that the lower limit? Or is it the last dignity of a pure straight man?

“Master, I have left a signal that 'everything is going well and that tonight's deal is going well in the old place’. ”

And a strong voice, let me focus on the one-eyed man in front of me.

Compared to the previous life, his appearance did not change much. It was just that his skin tone turned dark and there was an unknown atmosphere surrounding him. If anything under his skin seemed to be twisting, his pupils had disappeared in the one-eyed eye, and there was a black cross wound in the remaining eyes, which was very scary.

“How was the Dark Ranger's conversion? ”

“Arm strength has nearly doubled, strength has never stopped, vision has increased more than four or five times, dark magic takes time to adapt, that's all, there's no difficulty in taking out three of my old ones. ”

Seems satisfied with the power that he has now, Sink does not seem dissatisfied with the appearance that he can now scare crying children, and I nodded.

“Don't overdo it. Your loss of pain and tiredness does not mean that your muscles will not be damaged or fatigued. The body structure of this half-dead person is perfect. I don't like the fact that Experiment No. 2 has not produced enough experimental data, so it is inexplicably violent. ”

Experiment number two? Of course, as a top spiritual magician, this resentful soul and quasi-legendary flesh is in front of it. If it were just to convert it into a dead spirit, how could it show my technique, compared to a pure dead spirit, that the half-life half-dead, despite many defects of the living, retains the most enviable growth potential of the dead, and it is my expectation that the second half-dead, made on the basis of a quasi-legendary, would be able to take the next step.

The second? That dead cat that was just thrown out was the first, but in order to ensure success, the prototype of the experiment was costless, and even the resources of the gods were smashed, plus the huge difference between the gold princess of the natural dead and the soul of ordinary humans, and the sight of Sink and Heroise was probably all that remained of the conversion ritual.

Ah, is this just that the first plane is generally open, the second plane is generally unlucky home, somehow I grabbed a lunch box, the mass production type looks mighty, but often after a high-profile appearance, suddenly became the source of cannon ash and miscellaneous soldiers collecting collective lunch? So this world is a Renminbi player's world? All the power ratio is a gap in resources invested, and I seem to have learned the truth again without realizing it.

Cough, to be honest, Sink, full of hatred, is indeed a very useful tool for me, and even to accommodate his emotions, I put the Rapids' Bandits in the ground.

“Didn't you lose sight of the pieces with this new toy? ”

“Dead cat, just got back. Wanna fly again? ”

Despite what I said in my mouth as a denial, Heroise's speculation was already defaulted on, and indeed, several zombies and skeletons could not get to the stage compared to Sink.

And there are not many Heroise restrictions, from the design point of view, Dark Ranger Sink is a pure killing machine, and the power is enhanced by the removal of the body's instinctive limitations on the flesh, pure physical power is at least three times more than it should be, and is completely painless.

Although his heart is still beating, it is no longer his fault. The core of the brain cavity is the fire of the soul of the Sovereign Reich. This gives him the possibility to use dark magic and divinity, and those added energy can replenish and heal his wounded body, giving him endless life and physical strength, life and death combined, which is the result of this infinite potential to kill flesh.

Of course, the combination of life and death creates a series of side effects and contradictions that may not have collapsed by then, but before that, it should have given enough strength to the Avengers and left me with more useful data.

Give him two years to fight above the common sacred ranks, but I need more, given the possible fighting and conflict, to face national rivals.

Eyes swept over those bodies, preferably helplessly abandoned, as the dead cat said, these mortal bodies without even a silver staircase are only mutilated goods, without any special blood and abilities, spending energy on them is a waste of time, if it is done as a suture monster or something, it is also too eye-catching, the top of a golden class, it will also provoke the hostility of many living people.

Finally, the eyes were turned to those who were chatting with their peers, the mercenaries and the northern troika.

“Looks like we still have to find a way out of the living. ”

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While Roland was still worried about the shortage of Ace cards in his hand, it was already a busy sight in the Cavalier's collar.

A gateway to the mountains was sealed, armed royal soldiers were acting as guards, and anyone close to them would be driven away, and mountaineers who ate the mountains by the mountains had no choice but to find another way during that time.

Faced with an unknown threat, Grand Duke Link, though only a young man who had completed his mitzvah and won the title of Count, had no impulse to leave immediately.

As a magician, he understands how troublesome civilization is and what possibilities there are. He knows that intelligence is likely to be leaked, so he only has one chance, so be sure to grasp it.

Half a month later, when the second reinforcements, including engineering experts and the Royal Swordsman, arrived, it was time for him to leave, and in his plan, no matter which country was informed of the information and acted directly, it would be at least half a month slower than him.

But he doesn't know, he has the same purpose, and his father's dead enemy, Marquis Tariq's treasure visitors, who are already surrounded by tigers and are likely to forcibly break the blockade at any moment.

Of course, he couldn't possibly have known that the seemingly obedient knight lord was actually plotting secretly how His Royal Highness would die in a crossfire.

And even more unfortunately, a broom star who came to that scourge has arrived, and he has similarly looked at the relics of the wise man's civilization, and he himself, is already in this modest territory!