The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

There are things that take time to test and diffuse.

The holy light dispersed the clouds, and the dead flowed like a tide, but also left like a recession.

Heavy rain departed, and the clouds fled, and the warriors discovered that there was a sunny day above their heads.

Though intense, judging by the duration of the battle, it should only be an appetizer.

Dead spirits attack faster, retreating faster, from the start to the end of the raid, in just over twenty minutes.

Left behind, but full of sores.

“The total number of deaths, injuries and disappearances exceeded 4500, the Royal Dragon Cavalry lost one hundred and twenty-nine, the White Wolf Guard lost about 400, the Dragon Knight Rexhew was shot down, the young Green Dragon Sort Stone was injured and left the battle, and the Dragon Knight died. ”

Without a formal confrontation, he suffered a headache, and for a moment, his morale was very low.

It is natural that there is a loss on the battlefield, but this kind of unilateral great loss is unacceptable. Only some low-order ashes have been lost to the dead, and we have not only died of elite, but also of a dragon knight.

Incidentally, that brave dragon knight took off in the storm, killed a stone statue ghost, and then somehow fell down. Now, in retrospect, it is likely that he was attacked by the Great Soul, who was incarnated by the cloud rain.

The war situation cannot be concealed, it is all veterans, you can see it at a glance.

In the face of the dilemma, if ordinary sergeants are a little confused, the senior generals are going to vomit blood, the elite have been knocked unconscious before leaving the house. How can this morale be tolerated?

They were hesitant to fight for the dead, but had already been devastated before they had reached the front line.

But it's good for me to go.

Instead of overjoyed about the losses of the coalition forces, I analysed them with my own eyes, and the situation is better than expected and more acceptable.

In fact, it's easy to change your mind.

If I were that Shoplice, with this ace in my hand, I wouldn't have used it like this.

I will first attract the opponent with a small batch of cannon ash, causing the opponent's carelessness with successive defeats, but privately gathering the Legion of the Undead, laying traps, waiting for the other party to enter the game, and then using this card for a duel.

If in a dark storm, not tens of thousands of low-order cannon ashes come, but all the elite on several death scenes... then the loss may be countless.

Ace, the first time you use it, if you can't exchange enough revenue, it's a waste.

I don't think Shoplice, as the owner of a world, would have such a simple ability to think strategically, but the way he attacks makes people feel very homesick...

“It's like watching along the way, discovering that there are cheap pickups, temporarily convening people to rush to rob, as the Great Soul, the pattern is too small. ”

Heroise's thinking differed from mine as if we were looking at each other, and we came to a similar conclusion.

“There is only one possibility that could explain everything, that there is a problem inside the dead, that Shoplice is out of control, and that there is a problem with the military force at hand. ”

The enemy's inside bars? Just when we won?

It seems incredible, but it's quite possible.

Though the Undead Emperors are allies, the power and status gap is clear. The two young main warriors are the weak side. The two old qualified Undead Emperors Sandru and the Dead Bone Marshal firmly held the front door, and the neutral one now knows no one there.

The Dead Bone Marshal is an extremely rare warrior, the Dead King, and his relationship with Esau is extraordinary, and now his target is the giants with whom he has a deep blood vendetta.

Sandru and I had a private connection that was incorrect, and the plan for the revival of the Republic was quietly under way in the North, and it must have been him if he didn't want to see the situation at hand the least.

After all, once the contradictions between the dead and the living are exacerbated, his plan for the revival of the Republic, even if it is not done in situ, will be greatly discounted. If the infrastructure cannot be put together during the Jihad, I can wait, and he may not wait.

A guy like Sandru, once determined, wouldn't change his mind easily, so he would never let Shoplice and Annina go on.

It is unlikely that you will be able to flip your face directly, so it is easiest to do it on a soldier.

Reasons? Go with the Dead Bone Marshal to fight the Giant Demon, avenge your fellow citizens of the Republic. How many good reasons can be supported not only by the understanding of the Wise Dead Demon, but also by the full support of the Dead Demon who would have liked to fight the Giant Demon.

As long as Cardman is at the front door and removes the remaining troops, Annina and Shoplice are even more amazing. Can there be no Great Soul of the Infinite Natural Disaster Corps?

“I, need information… ”

Coalition forces have temporarily camped to bury the dead, knight waiters are burying the dead, priests and pharmacists are bandaging and treating the wounded, and the strategic meetings of the generals are endless.

What does that tell us? It is impossible to retreat, only to be more cautious than to accuse each other and shirk their responsibilities, then quarrel and finally reach a conclusion and move forward.

Lazy enough to see a bunch of muscle apes fighting, knowing they couldn't talk about the results, I figured out a reason not to.

Say hello to Heroise, and I'll just leave the camp.

Walk out of the camp door and pull out the magic book to recite your greetings freely. A dark fog came and went fast, and the ghost carriage parked in front of me.

And as I walked around, the fog of death surrounded me, and when I got in the carriage, it was no longer a living person, but a witch haunted by the fog of death.

A little illusion combined with the power of decent death, unless I encounter the Great Soul himself, I am confident that I have hidden from any Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign.

“Let's go, it's been a long time since we've been to the world of the dead. ”

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Essolivis, the gathering place of the dead, was on the front line of the battlefield, where the power of death in the sky always swept over here, the first stop on the main face of the myriad external realms of the dead, the portal of the six death faces never stopped.

In the past, this was a restricted area for the living, but today, there are many guests here.

Clearly it should be a pleasure to have reinforcements on the doorstep, and the burning wounds on Shoplice's skin that annoyed him so much reminded him of the saint he had seen not long ago.

The incarnation of clouds, though equivalent to physical immunity, also amounts to the removal of fragile souls from the protection of the flesh, the wounds illuminated by the holy light, and allows Shoplice to experience the extreme pain of forgetting thousands of years.

But now, he has to look confident in silence, because these Guests are a bunch of wealthy wolves who could go backwards at any moment.

But he has no choice now.

The predecessor, who thought he was a strong ally, betrayed him and left behind a mess. He was probably the only one who died. Missed this opportunity, he could only return to the dead with his tail slipped.

“Dear Lord of the Devil, on your terms, we accept. Now, please open the door to the abyss. ”