The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

Sudden salesmen are always vigilant, and sudden enthusiastic helpers are always suspicious, especially in ghost places like the abyss.

But the enemy of the enemy, though not necessarily a friend, has the potential to develop into a friend.

So, I just "happened” to meet a patrol of bloodspear lizards right under the eyes of the dwarf, and when I hit two groups of lizards with my bare hands, I was greeted by a group of black dwarves.

Of course, the dwarf on the walls pointed at me and jumped, maybe the reason I was able to get into the fortress so quickly.

“Master, master, we don't understand your martial arts books. “

Just walking into the gates of the Black Rock Fortress, the reckless dwarf came to the door, and it seemed that he was in a good position in this tribe.

“If I can't read it, I can't read it myself. Besides, if I can read it, how can I sell it to you? I've already kept it for myself. ”

Of course, such a big truth will not be told. At least, after-sales service should be considerate for customers who are slaughtered on the doorstep. Tell him with a smile...

“Sorry, your version needs to be upgraded for too long. If you need to upgrade, please sign up for 500 Spirit Dollars, then spend 500 Spirit Dollars to upgrade your secret book to 1.0 Abyss version, then spend twice the price to upgrade to a VIP account, it will come with a master speech explanation, the bag will... What, no money? Silly child, how can you be strong without charging?! Buy, buy, buy, kryptonite, kryptonite! ”

Then he spends the second and third money to upgrade regular members, VIP members, Diamond VIP members, Lifetime Honor VIP members!

But I feel like I'm in a pile of dwarves right now, and I say, I think they're gonna kill me, and I smile mysteriously.

“After sales, please contact customer service, the above explanations belong to Roland himself... cough, I'm here. How is it possible to learn such advanced martial arts only by reading a book? Now that you have spent money, I come to teach a bag. ”

At that time, the dwarf was in tears.

“Good people, there are good people in the abyss! Father, I wasn't fooled this time! You are wrong, there are still good people in the world! ”

The young dwarf turned to tears, and the century-old dwarf, known as his father's brunette, seemed to be the leader of the group.

Well, that's a lot worse. Let me just get this straight.

Looks like the dwarf prince came back with a martial arts book that no one could understand and was sickened, and it doesn't seem to be the first time he's been pitted.

Sophisticated, simple, confusing...

So, I looked at him differently, and I was probably still a good customer, and now I'm looking at fat sheep.

And from the eyes of other black dwarves full of vigilance, even in the dwarf community, such a few natural fat sheep, so I stretched out my arms and put up a light ball...

“Samurai!! ”

“A holy knight? How could there be a living saint in the abyss? ”

It has to be said that the image of the Holy Knight is not generally good, and when the holy light shines, I find that the dwarves clearly relax their vigilance.

You think a holy knight doesn't know how to pit people? You're so young.

Yes, the Holy Knight is usually not a pit man, but if it does... it doesn't matter if the pit is not a man anyway.

“When I recruited you into the Holy Knight, the mistake of the absolute God of Holy Light, how much black did you put on the whole Holy Knight profession and how many unusual things did you do as a Holy Knight...”

Dead cat's words can't shake my will, I'm doing my job now, not because I can't remember how many people are in the pit.

“Seriously, this is a lie! ”

Even if my heart is puking, my face is full of muddle, and the holy light shines on my face, and a little glow falls on the ground, and justice and holiness often accompany me.

“We have come to this evil place to carry out our sacred mission…”

Speaking of which, every year, a knight with a broken head takes the initiative to go out and fight evil, and if a man breaks into the gates of the abyss, he probably has a bad head.

“There is no place more evil than the abyss, and we should sweep the abyss and target evil demons and demons. Why wait for the villains to attack us, we should attack them proactively and strangle the threat in the cradle! ”

It's popular among radical saints, but it really starts, 80% dies in the abyss, and 10% of the will collapses. Fall, there is still 10%... No, not the success of the crusade, but the transformation into demons and the inhabitants of the abyss.

As far as I know, I haven't seen a few who can come back to the abyss.

An abyss full of malice can devour everything, and the holy knight is treated with a special treatment of abyss will, often especially tragic death.

You can win a battle, you can win a war every day? How many demon lords can you escape in the pursuit of? Every creature here, even the soil, is full of evil. How much can you crusade?

If you stop your determination to fight evil, you will betray your faith and fall. Right in front of you, but endless evil is right in front of you. How much more can you fight?

The lucky pick-up strip fled back before it turned into waste, and the unlucky ones stayed here. Of course, there were exceptions to everything, and Estrada thought there was a special reason to go to the abyss, and then came back very smoothly.

And Adam and I went on a journey back then, into a few layers of the abyss world, and the meeting point that we're now agreeing on is the old place back then.

Cough, that's a long way off, and now the dwarf looks at me, and it's like, "Another knight with a broken head.”, “I don't know how long he'll live. ”

But with this skin, at least there is much less vigilance and hostility, and on the other side, even the same “evil” abyss residents, the dwarves seem to deal better with the abyss residents.

When both sides let go of their vigilance and need it, they naturally communicate better.

I only slightly pointed out the martial arts of the son of the dwarf chief named Moore and gained the trust of this simple young dwarf (centenarian).

I leaked a little bit more, and I was going to "go deeper into the abyss and crusade for stronger evil," and that guy almost came out of his mouth and there was a portal to the bottom.

The stable portal is a priceless treasure. I think and know that it is absolutely the Black Rock Dwarf's number one secret. Fortunately, the Dwarf Guard stopped him. Otherwise, if he leaks so much, even I can't handle it.

In the conversation, Moore was filled with visions and dreams about the dominant side, and it was even more surprising that he was eager to embark on an immediate adventure to the dominant side.

Such a simple black dwarf lived in the abyss and lived to be nearly a hundred years old. It was always amazing how fate was arranged, and in chatting, I almost figured out about the Black Rock dwarf tribe and the Blood Spear Lizard tribe.

In fact, there is nothing new about it. It is probably that the wells on both sides did not violate the river water, but there was a lot of friction and resentment in the past, and suddenly the lizards got what they deserved, and all of a sudden they became powerful, and then began to occupy the land, capturing other races as subordinates and slaves.

And the dwarves are not easy to mess with. The soldiers are strong and the weapons are good. Both sides did a few rough games. The lizards trained the dragon beasts as cannon ash. The number of dwarves cannot bear the losses, and eventually they can only shrink their defenses.

Recently, lizards have become more arrogant, invariably attacking dwarf merchants and pedestrians, discouraging businessmen buying dwarf weapons from coming to their doors and causing problems in the supply of dwarf food.

And from what the dwarves have told me, they're going to drag me into the water.

If an impulsive young saint hears that there is such an evil creature, he goes up with his sword without saying a word, although it fits my current setting very well...

“Unfortunately, I now have a more sacred mission, and the great Holy Light guides me through my own trials, and my sword is destroyed in battle, searching for new sacred things...”

I just happened to show my regrets and express my desire to fight... It's all bullshit, actually. What's the sacred mission? For a saint, every day counts as a trial, right? And the sword has been destroyed? I didn't say time. How many swords have I broken in battle?

But these words were processed with expressions, and in Moore's eyes, the saint in front of them was full of hesitation and guilt, because of his divine mission and regret for his inability to fight the evil war in front of him.

In words, the implicit “divulgence” of his powerful ability to defy lizards and “unintentionally” reveal his goal of “needing a sword of convenience”.

All right, don't be afraid of your will. Don't be afraid of your desire. You want a weapon? No, look where we are. This is the Black Dwarf's castle!

When it comes to dwarves, everyone remembers blacksmiths, but they are also excellent miners, and black dwarves with portal doors are extremely wealthy, especially in magic ore, and they have been stockpiled and accumulated for thousands of years.

Now I'm going to build a bunch of magic swords, but I'm running out of materials. If I do, how can I miss the opportunity?

Then I tell Moore stories, teach martial arts, and wait for the dwarves to send their treasure trove to my door and let me pick it out.

And on the other side, my new subordinate, must have arrived at Lizard Man's.

“Oh, in our line of work, after eating the plaintiff eat the defendant...

And while Roland was proud of the ocean, an adult black dragon and three adult black dragons met above the land of the Black Rock tribe and the Blood Spear Lizard.

Instead, they aim in their own direction, looking at each other and finding recent injuries from each other's face and body.

The dragon was originally a highly territorial creature, and even his fellow countrymen could have friction, but when he thought of the great god above his head, he spit out his mouth and walked his own way.

“Tsk, three disabilities! ”

Red punched him, one eye, half tail, missing wings...

“Tsk, crippled, all the tails gone, face out. ”

Roland ate the dragontail...

Speaking in unison, the dragon has a good hearing. Both sides heard each other, but could only stare at each other severely, or turn back to perform the task of the person.

They look down on each other, they don't know that their fate is very similar, they are also enslaved by unspeakable masters, they are sent to serve as traitors, they are also sent to eat this house for the purpose of eating that house... eventually they expect to meet on the battlefield, that is, they don't know who the loyalists of the family are if the battle dies, they are the enemies of the family, then their masters are still friends, but they stand in a hostile relationship.

This relationship is really messy...