The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

“To be honest, I always thought the painting was wrong... ”

“Hmm? Why say that? ”

“You see, other people's protagonists are pretending to punch each other in the face or something, that's not the same basic style, let me do it, I can't do it, I'm not very envious. But some of the developments are the same, the more powerful the lead character, the stronger the individual strength, the higher the status, the more younger brother, the more beautiful women, the higher the people, the better the reputation, but... ”

“ ……. Your strength is getting weaker and weaker, your status is almost non-existent, you are also a lonely widow, your little brother has run away, beautiful woman... cough, at least you are getting more and more rebel BOSS style. Well, one brave man just popped up and sent you home. ”

The words of a dead cat seem comforting, but they actually contain a lot of malice, but they are appropriate for the current scenario.

I held my hands falsely on the table and the dark cloak covered my body and face. The only thing that was clear, I'm afraid, was the slightly lit shadow fire in my eyes. As a senior magician of the dead, I was very good at making other people understand.

And on the second floor of this small house, the glow of the old oil lamp dusk is the only lighting, the door and everything is closed tight, the air and sweat are uncomfortable, after all, in this suffocating environment, more than twenty people are stuffed.

Perhaps the negative energy around me was too arrogant, at least I was still empty, only wearing a leather coat that looked like Timirette the Barbarian was standing behind me.

On the other side, Tiana, dressed as a Dark Elf assassin, was covered in a veil, and her chin was frozen, like a walker on a viewing table with nothing, just sitting in a wooden window, looking out, silently holding a dagger in his hand.

“I don't think I need to talk too much, I'm here today to know everything. I checked with the master, this treasure map is real, but those bastards are blocking our way of getting rich, and I say, fuck it! ”

Speaking of a very tall, strong man with a gray beard, looks at least sixty or seventy, but only three fingers on his right hand. If I recall correctly, he should be the leader of a local mercenary and vice president of the mercenary union, Tom ”The Dog". Shure.

He represents the will of those scattered mercenaries, and on his right, Old Barton, who is really drinking with his head down and being able to be brought in by Tom, seems to have broken his reputation.

Mercenaries talk blood, mostly for money. When they discover that their hometown actually has such a large fortune, it is strange not to move. When these groundsnakes unite, only well-known local old mercenaries can naturally take charge. Old Barton was famous enough and his strength was almost there. Now that he can do this position, nature has shown enough strength.

“ ……. Well, here comes Prince Rink. His Royal Highness is carrying the Royal Guard. It's a little bad with the Royal Guard. And angry wealth, and angry wealth... ”

The fat body, the angry face, some funny little mustaches, the protruding tummy, from the outside or the temperament words, are authentic businessmen.

In fact, he was a businessman, but he was surrounded by a well-known black market businessman, Brahman, who had several mercenary regiments and was no worse than a knight's collar.

The businessmen are very careful, and it is obvious that the gathering here are people who are dying for money, who have infinitely offended the royal family, who have caused things to run away, but Bremen's industries are all in the Principality of Sasha, and he will come, some strange, but if you look at the person next to him, some can understand.

It was a woman with scars all over her face. Half of her face had been damaged by a razor-sharp knife. Only the sea was deliberately laid down to cover half of her face. What was also partial was that half of her body was not injured, which was deliberately causing discomfort.

Seems to have more decorative effect than real value female armor, under the reflection of the light, but there is an enchanted gold characteristic orange red camouflage, able to wear this armor, regardless of her other abilities, the physical strength can definitely remove the wall empty-handed, after all, this thin armor, at least three sets of full-body heavy armor hardness.

“Blood Spear” Suliman, Amazonian, legendary Amazonian warrior, one of the Marquis Tariq's most trusted countess, is also the highest ranking female general in the room.

Perhaps because of her ugliness and ugliness, but that revealed one-eyed eye was always cold as a blade, yet she could not be seen directly at all. She did not conceal her animosity and defenses, and her most famous thing was probably the vice of the Holocaust after every war, for example, and those who disliked her called it “the blood witch” directly.

Because the appearance is too distinctive and too famous, everyone else is consciously distancing themselves from him without introducing him at all.

“Have they come together and Breman has already joined the rebels? He controls food and arms resale in several surrounding counties and counties, and it looks like Royal Life will get worse. ”

When the two men came together, it was normal to deduce this, but they were able to attract big figures like Suliman, but they also confirmed the authenticity of the treasure from the side.

Of course, there are other people sitting on the table, some of them leaders of some old adventure troupe, some of them intelligence merchants and thief heads, but compared to these three, some of them are not big enough.

I was supposed to be an underweight person too, after all I had “no reputation” before, but strength is always the best card in the world.

It's just a slow burning hellfire, it looks dangerous, it's actually a more dangerous negative energy flame, and these guys are naturally far away from me, and even Sulliman's one-eyed look at me was a little harsh, so I got a say in it.

Such a group of people picked a private house party in the dark of midnight, certainly not to have a harmonious and fraternal party, we talked about only how to break through the royal blockade, in a sense, it is also definitely counter-insurgency.

But what surprised me a little bit was that I didn't find a representative of the Homicide, and nobody here but me had the power to die.

I don't think they're going to miss such a good opportunity to gather some information even if they can't agree, but all of a sudden Tiana handed me a note from the side with a black pattern like a few ghost paintings on it.

“Leiden's ancient 'allies’? Who else speaks such an ancient language? Ooh...”

I was stunned at first, but suddenly realized the next moment. This ancient Leiden language is the ethnic language of the next demon. It has its own meaning of turbidity and corrosion. It can be used in many spells of Gao Huan's Dead Spirit Magic. If it is not dedicated to learning Dead Spirit Magic, it must learn a fairly high degree of Dead Spirit Prohibition and will not learn this language.

And I haven't waited for me to ask Tiana who sent it, but I watched the fat old businessman touch his silver ring deliberately.

It was a valuable ribbon ring surrounded by black lines, and if the skeleton pattern did not prove his identity, the lip “ally” proved everything.

It seems that Sink's efforts to contact him have not been in vain. My message has been reached, but all will be hidden deeper than expected and more cautious. This is both a connector and a small quiz. After all, I have come a little too coincidentally to doubt anything for granted.

I asked Tiana, and she nodded slightly, and it seemed like this “always friendly and angry selling dead businessman, Brian."

It is said that more than 70% of the 10,000 dead followers eventually invest in cults, not for the power of anything false. Fear of the immortality of death is the root cause. The richer traders and officials among them, the richer the people fear death.

So I also wrote a few Leiden ancient words on the note —— "Death is fair, but sometimes enough wealth can buy the divine license."

Shortly after the note was removed, a waiter said something in Breman's ear, and the old face laughed like a Buddha.

I also laughed dumbly, and it seemed that he did not see the true meaning of it.

“ ……. Whatever permission is granted, it may only lead to one level of Purgatory in the Underworld. “

Our little move did not attract a lot of attention. After all, most of you are doing the same thing. Breaking the Royal Corps blockade will definitely make some brave people (cannon dust). If you don't want to be a "helpful" warrior at this time, you need more voice and allies.

The little note or something flew in and out and said, "Do you want an appointment?” Most of the inquiries will get “about!” The affirmative answer... don't get distorted, they're just private parties after the deal, although it's really creepy for two big guys to repeat such lines...

And even if you break through the official Sasha blockade, you will have the opportunity to enter the ruins, and then you will have to speak with strength in order to compete for treasure. It is naturally a good thing to make a few more friends at this time.

But the issues on the negotiating table have been slow to make progress.

“We need a temporary ally… at least a liaison! ”

“Good idea. Why don't you do it? ”

“Me? I think you're a good fit. ”

Everyone knows that the blockade line must be breached in order to have access to the ruins.

But everyone knows that working against the Duchy of Sasha and the Royal family of Sasha is an absolutely stupid idea, and that it almost breaks the road to earning a living here, and it definitely brings out a wanted warrant, and others may not be blacklisted, but leading definitely brings in a lot of trouble.

All eyes were on the Countess of the Blood Spear, after all, her power and the royal family turned their faces, and it seemed natural.

But she herself was just sitting there quietly, totally unlike the legendary rigid character of bigotry and belligerency, but if it stayed that way, it might have been a clear indifference.

I beat the crap out of you, and even put out the indelible fire on you. It's a waste of time for a boring party to go on.

Many of the forces that were trying to make an alliance, if not burning eyebrows, the first alliance would often have to pull a relationship, there was some peeling behind it, I was thinking whether to find a reason to slip away, suddenly, the door opened, a young man and a waiter walked in.

“Oh, everybody's here. Hello, I'm Link, and this is what you agreed to deal with! ”

His Royal Highness Rink walked in with pride and looked back with satisfaction at the minister he had just accommodated. This minister of civilian origin was indeed useful, and it was so easy to find out where all the rebels were.

The people on the table were amazed at how this guy got in, with all the whistles set up around him.

“Ha, surrender well, my legions have laid out the heavenly net... ”

The rest of the words were swallowed down, His Highness looked incredibly at the half-cut sword protruding from his chest, and he turned back sharply, the obedient knight's minister, but smiled.

“In fact, our goal has always been you. Your men? They're not coming, they're ordered to go on a city defense patrol. ”

After so long, "Blood Spear" Sullivan said the first sentence, unlike the scary appearance, but the mature, sexy voice was stirring people's hearts.

By this point, the timid had passed out almost at the outset, breaking through a border and murdering a member of a royal family could be entirely the same thing, and everyone knew that it had been involved in an alarming conspiracy.

At this point, kicking open the body of the “Lord”, Kahn stashed the long sword with blood on it and looked at the others with a smile on his face.

“Boom! ”

And all of a sudden, the sound of a violent explosion shook the entire city pool, and my ears remembered the sound of the slow soul of the dragon witch.

“Good news, bad news...”

“Listen up first. ”

“The good news is that the roadblocks are pointless, and we don't have to worry about going to the ruins anymore. ”

“Bad news?

“We don't have to go to the ruins, either. They're coming, the Dead God is coming. ” |