The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

In a way, Queen Maria made me feel good.

First of all, I was kind enough to appreciate my help, but I didn't ask for it, like helping them to go to war.

The meeting ended less than five minutes after its inception, and the battlefield continued, and it is not really time for talks.

Even if this battlefield is emptied, soon more Fire Giants and Fire Demons will flock.

There is no greater than a certain degree of strength in the battlefield on the side of the abyss because there is no need. Gunshot is the least valuable of the long chainsaw wars and consuming wars. There is no need to worry about the scarcity of the ashes on the side of the abyss.

Nor did I take the initiative to help, except because it was none of my business, but to restore a little magic.

It's really nice to wash a lot of ground on a map, but every time it's done, it takes twice as long to make up for the magic.

The war did not end because of my arrival. Instead, after a brief silence, a few Big Fire Giants came to inquire about the situation and fought more intensely with humans.

I was just watching the show, and I still felt a lot.

The main battlefield on the front line is now approaching the level of abyssal bloodshed, and San Antório is truly amazing, whether it's an empty knight fighting in the middle of the air, a practitioner on the walls of the city, or even an ordinary city guard, a veteran of hundreds of wars.

There are many strong men who can stand alone on other battlefields like cow hair. A few magical fluctuations transcend ordinary demigods, and I have not even heard of them.

Outsiders look lively and insiders watch the doorway.

The battlefield here appears to be chaotic, practically disorderly and far from reaching its limits.

Commanders have the appearance of commanders, who give orders at the grassroots level, but the most eye-catching ones are the seemingly ordinary practitioners.

The performer is very skilled in combining with ordinary warriors. A wide range of gain magic is hand-written. Attack magic also naturally forms the suppression effect of artillery fire.

Every piece of magic is used to improve the situation on the battlefield, not as a drummed-up destructive opponent, seemingly petty, which is in fact the tactical core of a battlefield magician.

Each explosion is a textbook classic range, classic power, but precisely enough to support it, but it facilitates the combination of these fighters and magicians, while the other side of the classic is extremely magical saving, mental saving, and ready to be replaced.

At the end of a wave of attack, the second infiltrator replaces, continues fire suppression for 10 minutes, and then replaces.

It may not be possible to destroy the opponent, but support has been forthcoming.

I've seen too many of those three minute breaks for two hours and ten minute breaks for one night... Well, I admit that Lan Meng's cooperation in the magistrates and battlefield is insufficient, skilled and professional.

The reputation gap between the continental Powers and the most powerful candidates on the continent may not be significant, but it is clear.

Bad in all respects, bad in some traditions and little details, all of which take time to polish.

At least as soon as I get back, a new training manual for war magicians will be available.

By dusk, the battle between the two sides had returned to the beginning, as if nothing had happened, as if I had done something to remember.

Perhaps this is also the very essence of the acquiescence of the two parties at the top, where the power of the individual smiles too much in the thousands of front-line battlefields.

Thousands of people gather in one place, and the whole horizon is filled, but when the scale of the war accumulates by 100,000 or one million, even if the battlefield in front of them is cleared, it will soon be filled again.

And for demons, losing tens of thousands of low-order goods is not a thing at all.

You can't change maps and battlefields without a curse. Using a curse is the final battle you die for. In a sense, the battlefield killer also has its own troubles.

The war won't be over until nightfall.

At a simple welcoming party, Maria was very happy to welcome me, and as for the deal and the business, she gave me a name, a CFO named Silom, for my people to talk to him.

Although Maria is not a member of the Underworld, we have a friendly relationship with Ayer.

And I do prefer Maria on the front line to Winston, who waits for news in the capital and commands remotely.

“The ruins of an ancient sun god? ”

At the dinner, I made my own request directly.

I feel like I haven't lived long enough to patrol the battlefield and look for some relic that may or may not exist alone.

County magistrates might as well ask the locals first.

I took out the holy emblem of Arroyo, and the Arroyo eagle with a sketch, and it turned out to be a little disappointing.

Maria went straight to the local elderly to find out, but she didn't know.

Looks like you'll have to find it yourself.

Now that I have time, Maria and I have spontaneously talked about the war, she has some interest in my new weapon and has to go with a weapons document.

But I can see that she's not very interested, more polite.

She has obvious confidence in San Antonio's traditional military forces and practitioners, at least the current fighting is within her grasp.

And we talked, we talked, and we talked about the abyss and the devil moving up.

With hesitation, Maria told me about a dream, a nightmare in which she was constantly murdered and murdered.

“Dream about it day and night, don't think about it too much. ”

I had no interest in the sentimental sentiment of "little girl" and had intended to deal with it at random, but I didn't expect to hear a familiar name.

“You are also a practitioner, you should understand the importance of dreams to us, sometimes it is a mirror that leads us to a certain position, sometimes it is a prophecy that guides us in the direction, lately I have always dreamed of being killed, but not me... I cannot explain, that feeling is strange, like you are both the murderer and the victim. ”

Maria was a little confused, a little tranced, she had turned to her "godfather," who had told her that the man in front of her, an expert in psychology, might be able to help herself.

And for some reason, it was the first time I saw him, but I thought he could be trusted.

“Dreams like this have appeared repeatedly since I was a kid, and killers have appeared on many faces, but lately, I've been dying more and more frequently, killing ‘me', the silver-haired half-demond, known as' Eliza ’by' me ’. I called her sister in my dreams and asked her why she was so cruel. ”