The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

While Roland was still vigorously preparing his new spell, the temporary detachment was ready for the extensions of the ruins, and the lead Barton finally gave his goals and reasons for the trip.

At this point, in the makeshift camp, Barton was talking about both morale and mission, and the mercenaries and companions that surrounded him seemed eager to see the upcoming battle.

“Our task is heavy, but the risk is huge. Once we succeed, it's like breaking the path of the Undead Natural Disaster. We can definitely get the title of hero you want, so we won't worry about it for the rest of our lives. ”

Mercenaries are not volunteers, telling them that ideals of justice are just gossip, real interests are the most real ones in front of them, but that is not enough, no one will do it in return for the inevitable task of death, and money will be earned and spent.

Now, just on the face of it, breaking into the lair of the dead is such an imperative, and these mercenaries are willing to follow, half looking at the promised reward, and the other side, believing that old Barton, who is also a mercenary, is not so stupid to die.

“ ……. According to that man, we don't need to fuck the real guns of the Undead. Our main opponent will be the little metal lovers in the ruins, and our goal is to send my daughter to a specific location in the ruins. So you don't need to know exactly what to do, because you told me you wouldn't understand, and all you have to do is drive a path with your swords! ”

“Yes, once we find the link point, we can try to regain control of the Tongtian Tower. Just take me and this little girl there. The rest, I'll take care of it. ”

Timirette added that Roland was supposed to stay with the big engineer to help guard the city, but given that Timirette would probably never have done it without this task, he eventually let him follow.

“Don't worry, I won't be a burden. ”

With a joke, Timirette also made a beautiful move, greeting a slightly depressed laugh.

Of course, no one really, really thinks that Timirette will be burdensome. After all, he is a famous epic hero and even others trust and rely on other people's character and power. It is obvious that in that body, the dragon witch in a strange human form is not appreciable.

And it was his arrival that saved Barton a lot of kung fu. After all, a big man was tested himself, at least proving that he wasn't cut off from the road, and his good reputation in the past greatly inspired the morale of ordinary mercenaries, even giving them the illusion that he was saving the world.

“Well, let me just say, first of all, our goal is to get to the top of the Tower, and according to the special design of the Tower, it's the deepest level, but even if the Tower doesn't have those high-end dead spirits, those mechanical guards are deadly, but this is exactly our chance, and I have a plan, first of all, we need to find a big, lonely mechanical guard..."

The plan is very old-fashioned, nothing more than to surprise the opponent when the front battlefield attracts his attention, but the tactical plan is not afraid of the old-fashioned and practical. As long as Roland is able to attract the opponent's attention in the front, it is best to call for support from the Lord of the Dead, then the loophole in the nest behind the enemy will naturally be bigger.

Moreover, it is much more difficult to explore the relics of sage civilization in a team of experts with Timirette as a sage civilization.

While Timirette was explaining the plan to the crowd, the remaining light of his eyes kept watching the bald guy who was watching his daughter carefully. In addition to supporting the operation as an expert, his second task was to score the bald guy test.

“Just let me see if you deserve the attention of that person and want to be at the heart of that person's new plan. Not like this now. Overvaluing the selfish commander is completely unqualified... Strange, why is he always able to find anybody at random, and he has never misjudged anyone? Has Junjie become so overwhelmed? Or is it true that someone was born to know, or that he was a prophet of prophecy? ”

Even when Roland came up with those strange prophetic photographs, Timirette didn't believe in the so-called prophecies. After all, the portraits could be falsified, and the more deeply researched he was as a purely engineering researcher and former psychiatrist, the less convinced he was that there was a future that could see through the many causal factors involved.

The thought of the fate and prediction of nothingness is that Timirette, who has gone through a cycle of inheritance, is also vague, but the fact that a rookie throws one and becomes a hero can still be explained with his own eyes, but it is difficult to explain when he somehow gave himself and Olivia all the trust and spare no effort to support him.

At that time, Roland had broken down the pot to sell iron to two rookie researchers, and he was frustrated that he could not produce results, but Roland was reassured that he was sure that they would succeed, but whether the researchers could produce results, strength was part of it, luck was more important, compared to the cunning of the day, Roland's trust was really unreasonable.

“This time too, tell me directly that this man has the talent of commander-in-chief, that there is a possibility of becoming super strong, and that the other party is clearly not long ago an old mercenary, but it is also long overdue, completely incomprehensible. I'm afraid there's nothing to explain except prophetic power. ”

Even if the heart is muttering, Timirette has no intention of discussing it on the table. Although it is difficult to understand the prophet's club or anything, and the existence of control over destiny makes people feel weaker, it is reassuring that the prophet who is always on the winning side is on his side, and, most importantly, is...

“We followed him, not because he was a prophet or a promising man. Even though I always thought he said he could predict, the end of the world was just a bluff, and the cults did it...”

Shaking his head, many ideas were put behind his head, the rhetoric of the year had become a reality, the prophecy of the end of the day had become a real threat, the idle ideals of the year had become the goals and tasks of the work to be accomplished, the people who had come together on the common ideals of the year, some had left, some were on the way to death, but more of a step by step to turn the ideals into reality, since Roland had already made the promises of the year, then these may be hidden, but what is the point?

“… at least we'll trust him and follow him all the way down. ”

Bearing in mind that the decision at the bottom of my heart did not need to be said and turned into an unreliable oath, Little Timmy was now the big man that everyone looked up to, but still hoped that he and his family would have a decent future, and what the whole pan-North (underworld) force is doing today is just looking to make the world a little decent and make mortals a little better.

At this point, someone who Timirette sees as a prophet is a little distressed.

“It's all the goddess of creation, proper system GM, prophecy or something, can't we do it again? The world is now too far behind in prophecy, and nothing can be used as a reference. ”

[This shows that you did a good job, but second prophecy is impossible. In fact, my prophecy is just to deduce simulations, borrow the authority of the Creator, apply the rules of time and space, deduce what is about to happen. This ability is expensive and limits the conditions of use, and is now absolutely impossible. And you can deduce from the principle that even if I was in full swing, I couldn't.

It would not have been rejected by the system, but it was perfectly logical to think carefully that she had neither the need nor the logic to lie.

“Can a good occupier not take possession of himself? So, that limitation is that as long as you do what you do, the true prophecy is bullshit...”

I suddenly realized that you and I could not understand a false prophecy, but I understood it by interpreting it as a logical reasoning based on existing realities, only that reasoning was supported by the rules of time and space, which were 100 per cent correct.

Since the prophecy was in principle only a deduction to the future, it was perfectly understandable in the absence of me and Cavins in her strategy to me that the prophecy was made by the Goddess of Genesis, and as soon as she saw the prophecy, the original prophetic result had been changed.

So logically, a completely real prophecy cannot be made from the beginning, and as long as the prophecy is made, as long as someone sees it, the future will certainly change, because the prophecy cannot include the prophecy itself.

And since prophecy is a rule of borrowing time and space, such as computer-like simulation, then the system that makes prophecy is the first variable, and knowing the prophecy and making changes makes me the second variable, and the existence that I change becomes the new variable, one variable accumulates, and the computational power required to make the prediction rises as fast as a geometry, and the consumption of making the prophecy naturally rises, which is also the cause that the system says that second prophecy is absolutely impossible.

So, this prophecy can only be reused about every few thousand years, until the last prophecy that all the people involved are dead, and it's just enough.

“Tsk, this golden finger is still one-time, it's not there yet, it's useless. ”

Do you think Cynthia would be better off with Cavins? That's a Dragon Pride plugin. You want to try it?

So much thinking, dead parents, dead brothers, extinct women, all the way to God to kill God Buddha to kill Buddha, the deeper the bitter the enemies, the faster the progress of strength, really proud of the treatment of the Catholic character, but I personally think forget about it, it's too different from my painting style.

I shook my head and gave up trying to find the system to attack. In fact, I didn't expect much from the beginning. After all, I didn't rely on any prophet to get to this point.

And my heart was so darkly relieved, it wasn't that I didn't trust the system, it was that the instincts of prophecy, fate and all that made me uncomfortable.

Everything is doomed to deny the efforts of ordinary people, or is the real version of the super deduction more real?

And this is not the time to think more.

The second wave of spells was a success, even without a snow queen singing "letitgo!” Dancing side by side, but with enough magical support, with the help of the Ice Master and the Ice Fairy, and the elaborate design of a Pokémon Princess, a beautiful dream iceberg soon appeared in the world.

Ice-cold castles are typical elf-style, decorated in a luxurious and luxurious manner, but the main facilities seem to be for giants, at least the supermassive stone throwers on the walls, even if they are incredibly powerful, even the snowflakes that accompany the ammunition are a few people tall, clearly beyond what ordinary humans can use.

It's just about the size of the expanding Starwood City, and the walls that are the focus of the defense are over 70 meters tall, and nobody but the Titans is going to make it.

And even if I didn't add freeze gas to the walls of the city, this cold city is never friendly to ordinary people. The only thing to be thankful for is that it's probably still summer and autumn, and the temperature isn't too fatal.

At this time, I, too, have taken off my fake beard as a disguise, and I have done this, and there is no need to hide many things, and in the face of the implicit gaze of the South, it is obviously a little too rude to cover my face.

“It's been a long time, all right? ”