The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

“… Are you saying that you are the dominant resident of the Gate of Dimensions?! You met on the sixth floor of the abyss? ”

On the sixth floor of the abyss, I think it's also a cold hell, and it's physically linked to the snow forest on the seventh floor, and if I can't guess what's going on, I'm really too dull.

Ecstasy is all over the mind, maybe a little sorry for that wretched bastard. After all, a mortal stepped into the abyss and could hang up 90% of the time, but his arrival provided extremely important information - the coordinates of the battlefield in the main position!

“People? Are you with me? ”

Eyes on adventurers patrol, Tifflin fighters have obvious purgatory characteristics, Pokémon magicians and dwarf priests are unlikely, I can't find a target, can I not keep up?

“Man is dead, before we meet him. It should be said that we only met his body. ”

The dwarf priest retreated to me, and his face was full of mustaches and bold voices, which made it impossible to see age and men and women… Given the aesthetics of other races, more and more dwarf aunts opted for a clean face, but the adventurers of dining and lodging, especially those on the run, were perfectly normal.

“Dead? Are you kidding me? Oh, I see...”

First of all, I'm surprised everyone's dead. What's the point of hunting you down without intel? And then thinking about it, an ordinary person falls into the cold ice of the abyss, and it's not normal to be immortal.

And in this magical world, even if a person dies, that doesn't mean that the message ends.

“Got relics? ”

“Yes.”

Speaking of which, the adventure team in front of them either had bad luck or received a mission from a certain order, the Real God of the Underworld, carried out a search mission for the body and took the relic.

There should be no obvious identity on the body, otherwise the dwarf priest would have submitted information to the gods, and things should have been done everywhere, and there was no need to take the relics.

And in this magical world, there are only clues, and there are people who are willing to pay the price, and dead people can talk.

The soul of the Master of the Dead, the time traceability of the Time Mage, the soul olfactory sense of the Great Druid, the archaeological folklorist's inquiry, the divine prophetic divinity, the physician's anatomy of the corpse characteristics, in front of them, the corpse and relics are sufficient.

As long as you are willing to pay the price, combined with divine interference, don't tell us where he is, that is, resurrect him into a living dead man and let him speak for himself, you can do it.

The Adventure Corps has obviously suffered several battles, with obvious wounds and fatigue, and is likely to be hunted down all the way, but from the angry, unfortunate and tireless spirit of refinement, it appears that it has not yet eaten a great defeat, at least without attrition.

And they had just entered the city, and even the Abyss God of War had come to find them. Look, the Abyss men had noticed the possibility of intelligence leakage and had simply come to pinch the bugs themselves.

“I had no idea that His Royal Highness, the famous Roland, would come and receive us personally. My Lord is very kind, but my compatriots in the Passionate Knights, I wonder if it is safe? ”

Passionate Knights? It's like the little famous Knights of the Blue Bing region. The moment I heard that name, I thought of those nervous knights...

“Pfft, did I volunteer to help someone with the pot again? ”

At that time, I figured it all out, turns out it wasn't Beyana. They came to me for a hot pot. They had arranged for the Knights to come and pick me up. However, due to my years of experience in the pit, I took the initiative to take the lead...

And Danatis himself was helpless when intelligence was about to spill, and in order to avoid an accident, he was in front of us, not at all, and perhaps he would be surprised to meet us here.

“Roland...”

“ ……. Heroise, don't say anything, I know what you're trying to say, life is like a box of unopened chocolate, you don't taste it, you never know what the next sip tastes like... just let him go, black history or something, just get used to it... ”

“I just asked you to hurry up and help. This BOSS is too strong to hold! ”

Well, it doesn't look like this is a good time to get rid of the trouble.

But I was kind of glad to see Shalol, who was still alive and well, and the distant god of war in the vast abyss.

Fortunately, we were here, otherwise the reinforcements met Danatis and Shalol, and the Knights probably didn't have enough, and the intelligence was kind of cut off.

“This guy is really thick...”

Obviously caught in a doorless dilemma, obviously unable to even fight back, but Shalol did not show a hint of fatigue. Instead, he became more and more spiritual, even if all his defenses were still shaky, so that he could not drag on, mostly these “young men”.

Instead of worrying about his opponent in front of him, Shalol is more interested in the sudden rise of the giant god of war. The corner of his eyes is incapable of measuring, and there seems to be an insurmountable fear...!

Yes, on the seventh level of the abyss, the devil and the devil have just fought, one of them being Shalol's mountain reclining, and now that Danatis is here, naturally it has to do with the winner of the battle, it can be said that both sides now have rival rivals.

“What would Danatis do if he saw Shalol and our battlefield now? Will you just kill Shalom? ”

“... will kill you first and think about what you did to the Abyss God of War! Who's better at pulling hatred than you? ”

What did I do? Didn't I just close the door in the underworld and let the dog beat Danatis for a few years, then laughed at him that he couldn't even beat my dog, and finally threw him into Heaven Mountain to enjoy the Holy Light BBQ... I suddenly think it's not normal if he doesn't kill me first, I'd rather not die too much.

Strangely enough, Heroise didn't seem so anxious just now, and there was a lot of idle kung fu, and there seemed to be some strange murmurs.

“What's the matter? Somebody get involved? ”

“A bunch of broken cans of iron suddenly burst out of their heads, and they stormed towards Danatis, lined up to die, but at least we could hold on until they died. ”

“… are those guys shouting ‘For the Holy Light’, ‘For my Lord’, etc. ”

“No, they all bite their teeth to death, but they yell at us, 'Take something first’, ‘Make sure you get to the place’, then they pick the Lord God in flesh, they don't even hide... do you think your head is broken? ”

I can't comment on it. It's an amazing spirit of sacrifice, but Heroise said it with some unknown pleasure.

We made a mistake with the tracker, and we proactively got into trouble, picked up such a terrible opponent as Danatis, and treated the main body as a split body, while these saints mistakenly identified the wrong people on the wrong battlefield, but mistakenly found the right opponent... How can I feel so tangled up, how can I not feel serious?

“Don't say, I'm confused too when things spin in your head... it seems you can't let these cannon ashes die, Adam boy, the break is over and up. ”

Heroise's words are still in my ears, and I'm accelerating.

Now that every minute is marked by death, the break must naturally end sooner rather than later, and it is time to settle Charole at all costs.

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Few people know that fairies are ubiquitous newspapers, and sometimes they serve as bounty hunters' point of assignment, but some lists, which have never been picked up, or which nobody can do, are called bad orders.

The fairies' wanted list, three out of ten shitty lists.

Reward Wanted: Sad Wind. Eloise.

Crimes: Sad Wind, Crimes: Sad Wind (If you don't know the word, check out the New Era Dictionary (Official Edition of San Antonio), which contains detailed descriptions, but watch carefully for minors and women.

Capture or execute? For the sake of world peace and your physical and mental well-being, please make sure to kill him at all costs. We only take the dead, we don't want them alive!

Recent locations: Holy Land, Origin of the Pokémon, Lake Ardell.

Victim Testimony 1 (High Priest of the Silver Elves):

“The Holy Lake is the sanctuary of all the elves, legend has it that this is the place where the Mother God made us, and the sanctuary where the gods and beasts, the higher elves bathe their bodies and minds and sacrifice their gods. And that bastard actually did that disgusting thing in Holy Lake, polluting the water for 100 days, causing... Hundreds of beasts who bathed and drank water in the lake were accidentally conceived.

His ugly behavior was unstoppable. Higher elf ladies and sacrifices suffered major psychological attacks, and many elves even actively sought death... In the name of the highest sacrifice of the Silver Elves, I declare that as long as this monster can be eliminated, my people will be rewarded with the status of a prince of a clan, millions of gold equivalent works of art, and two artifacts! We just need to die! ”

Victim Testimony 2 (Mother Earth Sacrifice)

“He actually desecrates the mother goddess in broad daylight..... the stone statue of the mother goddess, and can make the statue look like a conception, it's like...”

Victim Testimony 3 (Half Deer A Child Abandoned)

“He tricked me! He said he liked my strong body, but actually he just wanted me to have his baby, well, I'm a man... ”

Well, when victims 1 to 10 (mainly because the warrant can't be written down) come up with their own lifetime homework, there are seventy or eight artifacts. Once this warrant is completed, it's not a dream to be king from a beggar overnight...

And when that tremendous wealth even the gods moved their hearts, when the gods organized the wind punishment, someone finally couldn't hold onto the throne and jumped into a door to the abyss...