The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

The day was bright, and after Saul and several complaining mercenaries took the villagers on the road, the camp was almost clean and it was time for others to leave.

But what was different from what was expected was that the mercenaries, who had given the same mercenaries Mary and Winston the lead, made up the vast majority of the team.

In the new plan, they will swerve into the new knight's capital, Starwood City, and heavily armed mercenaries will naturally draw the attention of those explorers, who will also be another wave of cover-ups in the dark.

Old Patton is also with me. The task I gave him was not to be afraid, make a scene... Yes, there's no mistake. I want him to make trouble for me, even to break into the famous trials, to stir up the water.

“Even if I don't go, I can guess what's happening in Starwood right now, and no one will like to block their way, especially the way of wealth. Sasha's official pressure is sure to provoke hatred on both sides, so you provoke the official as an adventurer and make a big deal out of it, and a lot of people are waiting for a fuse.

There are dragon witches holding back behind their backs. I'm really not afraid to make things too big, I'm afraid it won't be big enough.

If the mercenary is in the light, on the other side, it's dark.

And the other part, maybe three people plus a ghost, is me, anti-holy knight Tiana, and Katrina, well, that Bandit named Brad.

As for that ghost, nature is Sink, the Dark Ranger who has become my servant of the dead.

A Ranger, a Dead Sorcerer, a Melee Knight, with output, a Flesh Shield, and a maid who takes care of everyday living, although no one adds blood to the priest, although there are no eight professions, this game... this team is still balanced.

“... listen, from now on, I am the disciple of the great witch Slain, the legendary magician Carlo, you, the maid Lina, and you, my escort Diana. I followed my mentor's orders, and for my own ambition, I joined the Society of the Dead. ”

The Great Witch Slain was one of the members of the Dark Night Council of the Siro Empire who colluded with the Great Sovereign in death, and no one knew that he had completely fallen during the civil war. It was easier to impersonate his heirs with his relics. However, he had connections with the Great Sovereign Emperors, and now it was perfectly logical to let his disciples join the Great Sovereign.

The Dead Sorcerer does not need to find any reason to join the Horsemen. The Dark Rangers themselves are the Dead Souls. As long as Tiana hides her anti-knight status and disguises herself as a common Dark Pokémon Martial Art, this is a standard Evil Team, which naturally can obtain the hostility and vigilance of the Horsemen's friendly and normal official organization.

As for accompanying a maid... in fact, there are really not a few grandfathers who have a strange and difficult habit of serving, although it will attract some extra glance, I would definitely prefer a slight stigmatization over the trouble this “key” may cause out of my sight.

As for the tragic emotional scene when Father and Daughter separated, the joke of Boss Huang's angry robbery of the Farmer's Girl's Code, and the pathetic little look at me always in the corner of the carriage, let's forget it.

And when the mercenaries disappeared out of sight, I started to get busy.

“Paint the black first. ”

Pure color doesn't mean anything, but if there is a magician of the dead sitting on this thing with those strange stone ghosts on the streets of Starwood, I'm afraid I'll instantly become a celebrity, and the fast-spreading fun will make all the disguises meaningless.

And of course, if it was just black, the level was too many times, so I did a little ritual.

After reading a spell pretending to be, a river and a part of it were successfully linked here, and in the pit in front of me, there was some more red, black blood, and then I pulled out some white gems (jade stones) and threw them into the blood pool.

“Getting worse. ”

The faggot stone ghost was thrown directly into the blood pool, the white jade fell into his forehead, and the next moment, a lot of blood water was absorbed by the gem, and the whole stone ghost began to twist.

His face and limbs grew black coarse hair, the gemstone-constructed eyes emitted pitch-black glow, imitating the fairy skin of the elf, but it broke apart. The original demonic lines, stone parts and black blood in the blood pool actually clumped together, becoming new muscle tissue, and soon his last human form disappeared.

He is two feet taller than the original, with a strange demonic pattern of muscles, the unicorn of his forehead and the fierce and bright gemstone eyes make it appear unusual, the original feather structure has been reconstituted into demonic black wings, and the whole person has been turned into a demon in hell.

In the eyes of others, a handsome elf figure is thrown in, but comes out as an ugly demon, able to make all the dead creatures like this, can only be said to be extremely evil and horrible magic, Katrina has been shrunk behind Tiana.

But it's not a deep spell or magic ritual, but I'm afraid I'm the only one in the world who can do it. After all, these materials and rituals are not human.

After the success of the experiment, I let other stone statues go in, and this time, the female-shaped stone statues did not turn into ugly demons. Although their faces and skin were overstretched with demonic marks and their skin became dark a lot, they retained their beauty. Instead, the little curved corner on their foreheads made their lips more delicate, making them more real and attractive.

This is not my deliberate act, but the characteristics of the ghost tribe itself, men are powerful, women are beautiful, but looking at other people's eyes, I'm afraid “gentleman” hat can't be taken off, after all, these "belong to me” naked stone ghosts, has set me a precedent.

He shook his head helplessly and ignored the laughter of the dead cat in his soul connection. It seemed that some things were hard to get rid of. Next, it was business.

One dead creature was thrown away, the shape changed fundamentally, and in the end the ghost carriage and unicorn horse were transformed. Our group of people, even if the mercenaries were still there, would not recognize them.

“Let's go. We'll talk on the way. ”

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Starwood City, the city actually kind of lifted him up. As the capital of a knight leader, he was indeed the largest city in the territory, but the knight title was originally the lowest level of a local lord, and the biggest, actually, was very sour.

Sixty thousand people, squeezed in a small group, hundreds of urban guards, the city walls are just over three meters high, the lordship is a shattered bunker, no heavy city guard machinery, the specialty is probably just local crops and rock-like black bread, no need for more misery.

When the news of the treasure map came out, the very remote town was full of travellers, all the hotels were full, even the houses were full, and even a number of tents and makeshift camps appeared outside the city.

Combined with the Royal Sasha Regiment stationed outside the city, the population has nearly doubled in a short period of time. The atmosphere in the city is very tense and the passers-by are in a hurry, so it can be said that the storm is coming.

And in a makeshift camp outside the city, our team was resting, and Sink took Brad to the city to leave a mark of contact, and we had to wait for them to come to us, and it wasn't that easy to find a good hiding cult.

The guys from Barton have entered the city, but they seem to be still calm, but the camp on the outskirts is a little messy. After all, many treasure hunters are themselves fatalities, and the fact that the road to the mountain has been blocked is even more irritating.

Murder, robbery, gambling, X-crimes, for the dead, it's a good way to get depressed, and now that I'm here, the devil is out at night, the night here is a little over two days, I also have some more stock of soul material.

Of course, I rode in a ghost carriage with so many strangely shaped high-ranking dead spirits and let Sink kill a few provocateurs, and in this area there were some murderous names, which should also make it easier for all the dead to “determine” who I am.

A sudden appearance of a "helper" is always suspicious during the execution of a critical task, and if they come to the door on their own initiative, suspicion is naturally much less.

I was waiting for Banzai to come to my door, and a familiar man came to me before Banzai.