The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

The capital of the Moon, St. The capital of the Horn Empire, Elf Queen Elphina I's birthplace.

Selected by the Pokémon as a place of renewal that offers hope, it naturally has a unique natural advantage, she is located in the heart of the Fantastic Forest falling star forest, and, with years of operation, has built a large number of magic pools and magic traps in itself.

As a son of nature, forests have a very special significance for elves.

The dense forest has always been the most solid ally of the Pokémon, where the sublime half-man of the Pokémon, the forest dwarf, the natural creatures live, and among the fallen star forests, there are the very rare Moon Spirits of the world.

They are elves, but they are not elves. Only the most powerful warriors and magicians of the Elves will be able to leave their souls in this forest at the end of their lives. The forest itself is a special place, where pure souls will be wrapped in starlight and eventually transformed into immortal warriors in starlight.

Well, according to the Undead Sorcerer, this is an immortal creature, but the Pokémon think it is another form of being of the ancestral Spirit, let me say... isn't the Spirit still an immortal creature!

They often appear suddenly in the night, touring the forest borders, punishing poachers and intruders, turning into starlight in the moonlight, and with astonishing power in the forest.

This, however, is only the conventional defensive force of the Spirit of the fallen star...

In the past, the security of the Moon Wheel Capital was quietly carried out in the silent forest. Today, the tranquillity here is broken and busy everywhere.

In the past, only the moonlight and insect-sounding forests were awakened in the night, with white robe sacrifices, Druids, escorted by guards, who, amidst the hostility of the Moon Spirit, chose a historic paradise tree.

Ancient vows and poems repeatedly, in the strange white glow, in the sway of the earth, countless pieces of mud, crushed petrified dust, tree men stood up, roots turned into giant feet, tree crowns into heads, the entire forest, able to move the ancient trees of war everywhere.

The whole forest lived, and the tree people stood up one by one. They did not need anyone to direct them, but took a heavy and slow step, but the footsteps were heavy and swollen, and the sighs were full of sorrow.

“ ……. Even if we survive the holocaust, the falling star forest is over. ”

The young white robe Druissard looked at the tough “giant” and their footsteps were enough to create an earthquake, but he himself shed tears.

The tree man who was able to transform the ancient tree of war was equivalent to the evolution of an intelligent creature from a plant, and even with Druid's enlightenment it was an old tree that carried thousands of years of age.

Even if the years of the fallen star forest can be traced back to the age of the Pokémon Empire, given the losses in war, such old trees are limited. Now Druid, nature's sacrifice summons, but it is the army of nearly 10,000 tree people. So, let alone centuries old trees, even those decades old trees have been taken out for use.

The tree thus summoned is not only not intelligent, but also unlikely to become a complete tree man. Without the provision of the earth, life will soon come to an end, and such losses will never be compensated.

Large forests are withering to death, extruding the power of nature to forcibly cultivate war tree people, clearly violating all natural teachings, and forcing this ancient forest to enter the end early, many Druids and nature sacrifices shed tears, I'm afraid even if they survive the holocaust, they will always be anxious for the rest of their lives, strength retreat is inevitable, large-scale self-infliction is predictable.

Fortunately, this is the forest of Moon Pokémon. If it is the Wood Pokémon that live with the forest, I'm afraid they would rather have the whole people perished than force the forest into extinction... But from a different perspective, if the forest is truly a woody elf, then there are many ancient trees and natural creatures, and their fear of life threatens the forest to fight for it, and there is no need to forcibly cultivate tree people.

In the large battle sequence of the Pokémon, the tree man and the ancient tree of war are extremely important. The Pokémon flourish with practitioners and archers, but even the famous Silver Moon Ranger of the Pokémon is more skilled in relying on agility as the dominant mode of battle. It is a great loss to touchhard to stop the enemy.

Lack of human shield… or powerful cannon ash, is a clear defect of the elves since ancient times. This defect is not evident in small-scale battles, but it has been repeatedly exposed on the battlefield. Whether it is a cavalry strike with great human impact or a Bath Blood Mix of Orc Warriors, the elves have been unwittingly punched through the battlefield countless times, eventually losing the war, can only overshadow their wounds.

All the fighters in the current platoon are down, and the shooters and magicians in the rear row are tough, just waiting to be harvested.

Pokémon habitually respond by summoning creatures, prodigal races, and tree people to serve as flesh shields, but the battle power and fighting will of these ashes is really worrying. The only reliable tree people, ancient trees of war, need a lot of resources and time to cultivate, die one by one, not to mention the deadly shortcomings of extremely slow movement.

In past wars, a number of Pokémon enemies have either shifted the battlefield or bypassed the tree's defensive lines, easily ignoring the strong defensive capabilities of the ancient trees of war, but this time it is certain that defensive warfare and position warfare can play a major role.

But today's elves' forcible catalysis of the ancient trees of war is also tantamount to cutting off the potential of war for centuries to come, and of course, if they don't go out, I'm afraid there's no future.

It is worth mentioning that, due to the traditionally worldly approach of the Moon Elves, outsiders are not valued in their territories, even if they are traditional subordinate races, there are not many tribes of forest dwarves in the forest, and there are even fewer pitiful half-mans who can be distant in close warfare, and ultimately they can rely on themselves.

If it hadn't been for the desperate, they wouldn't have done the “crime” that was doomed to all Druids and Trojans.

Suddenly, a mountain wall trembled and the dusty soil fell like a rain point. Next, the pitch-black mountain wall turned into a black tree full of soil.

The tree man, hundreds of meters tall, had just been born into the realm, and the sky was covered with clouds and storms.

Countless rain spots moistened his dry trunks, mud was washed, inky green buds grew rapidly at visible speeds, and the closed eyes opened, filled with sad silver light.

“ ……. The Wall of Despair? Wasn't he fatally wounded in the eternal war more than a hundred years ago? "Dragon Iron Guardian", "Anchor of Ein", why are they all awake? Aren't they going to live? ”

A legendary tree man awakens from his long sleep as the elder tree man cries out for their destiny and end.

Druidsal did not dare to believe to look at the scene in front of him. This was not a forcibly catalyzed tree man, but an elder who had been badly wounded in past wars, and no good natural sacrifice could heal their wounds. They could only continue their lives through long sleep, waiting for a day when miracles would come, but now they were all awakened, I fear, aware that miracles did not come eventually, but that the last moment had come first.

“The Forest of the Fallen Stars is completely over...”

Hundreds of Druids and sacrifices surrounded it, symbolizing the green light of healing, the white light could not resist flashing on the elder tree man, but it could only help him to continue his life for a while.

“No! The elders won't be around long. This is when they wake up. Is the tide coming soon? ”

Druidsal looked unbelievably at the sky, and the dark midnight on his head had been broken, and the moonlight guiding the lunar elves forward had been covered by clouds, and countless cracks had appeared in space from which the chaos of destruction had flowed while those cracks were spreading.

A wolf touched those smells, and in distortion, a purgatory wolf filled with filth and sarcoma fell directly on its own people, and more chaos fell, and a large number of beasts turned into dangerous purgatory monsters.

“Intelligence is true, Jihad, here we go...”