The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

As the masters of the elements, the magicians and the facets of the elements always have this connection.

Not so long ago, the magicians built bases on various elements to facilitate the collection of local resources and the selection of talent, the smallest of which, even the smallest, can only be described in terms of locations, are the flame elements.

In the record of the cloud tower, other element positions and external domain bases are recorded with a city or a town. The record of the base of the fire element position is the fire element position observation room.

And when I arrived here, I realized that even the observation room was an exaggerated reputation, and there was just a deep underground front door and some specially preserved water.

And when the site magician saw me coming out of the portal, he was surprised to say hello to me, and when he found out that I was not a colleague in his shift, he was clearly depressed.

“Master Roland, if possible, please advise above that this observation point should simply be cancelled and the portal retained is sufficient. We went out twice a year last year and received less than two digits of visitors..."

The middle-aged magician named Morty, after seeing the crest of truth in my chest, started complaining about the bastard's working environment.

And he doesn't recognize me at all, no doubt indicating that he hasn't returned to the throne in a long time.

Other elemental facets, although painstaking, are useful for magicians specializing in corresponding elemental magic. Rising elemental tides can be a great thing for magic practice. Domestic specialty elemental materials can make a lot of money, and the number of magicians willing to apply for a location is still significant each year.

In Morty's complaint, I learned that the resident magician of the fire element was forcibly entrusted as a task to the fire magician because no one had applied at all.

This extremely harsh environment and high temperatures are a cause, but the main reason is that the indigenous population in the presence of the fire element is too “hospitable”.

Middle- and lower-order elemental organisms do not need to be fed, and if no one drives them (which is nearly impossible in the main plane, no one summons or drives them to the main plane), in most cases they are not aggressive, only flame-element organisms, will always be active like mad dogs, and will not hesitate to attack the targets of each activity.

And the metapyrotechnic element creatures are an opponent of polar value. If you can win, you can blow yourself up if you can't win. In the end, you work hard to win. All the elements you may have collected have been blown to waste. This is their home, you can't kill them at all. No one will like such an opponent.

In a sense, the flame element locus is closest to the element locus of the abyss world. Many fire element lords themselves have dual identities of demons and elemental creatures. Most demons have more or less the blood of the flame element, thus gaining far more human flame resistance.

Here, high temperatures and sulphurous air leave no possibility of survival for mortals, and highly aggressive elemental inhabitants are a disaster for any outsider.

And the Morti magician in front of me, there is an implicit about dark lines flowing on his skin, the slight flashes of fire in his eyes are obviously also an Abyss ethnic group, and the red magic marks on his arms and footsteps are obviously the patent of the Archmage of Fire.

The Great Master of Fire with the Flaming Blood Demon, looks not too low in rank, it is a rarity.

I have some poor bastard. I heard that he has been stationed for seven years. According to the normal three- to five-year rotation of stationing procedures, it is long overdue. Morty, who completed the stationing assignment, should also be transferred back to the headquarters to raise his salary as CEO to marry White and Rich... Obviously, either he can't really find the right person, or he has been forgotten by the headquarters to be so enthusiastic and affectionate with every passing road, hoping to convey it.

“A few people a year, on average, don't see one person a month, just can't find someone to talk to, you're really bad luck. ”

“Yeah, I thought my blood was right for this kind of environment. I really earned it. Don't say that I met someone in a month. The worst time was a year and three months. I didn't see anyone. Only the endless mad dogs and bomb freaks went out. I had an apprentice. I stayed there for four weeks without protection. Burns and poisoning were sent back to the main position. The little bastard burned black charcoal and walked with a smile. But when I got back, I picked him up. However, according to my last visitor, he had been promoted to my grade. It was...”

The result of not being spoken for a long time was to become a chatter as soon as the opportunity was seized.

I used to bring my own apprentices to my peers, but I was dragged away for many years by an outposted garbage position. I watched young people climb on top of me and still waste my time. Isn't this the real version of the midlife crisis? The more I look at it, the more sad it is.

No wonder he was so enthusiastic that the insignia of truth worked, hoping that I could make two sentences for him in Parliament.

“All right, little thing. I'll talk to the council when I get back. Is Congressman Ryan in charge of the assignment? I know him well. ”

I promised to come down and look at the archmage in front of me, but I still didn't add a few words of cold water.

Now he, presumably the “exile" sent by the head office, rarely meets a “high-ranking official” of the head office, naturally struggling to get a chance.

In my memory, however, I fear that the Truth Parliament is now in a phase of total war and has no leeway to manage its presence abroad, as it did during the Second World War of a world, when the great Powers fought, the overseas colonies far from the mainland had long been forgotten, not to mention an "overseas island” that had no resources, no intelligence on the ground and had no real meaning for the mainland.

I'm afraid that Morty will be forgotten for a long time, at least during the pre-war period. If he rebuilds the institution after the war, if his former superior dies or is dispatched elsewhere, he will still be forgotten by his new superior...

Of course, it makes no sense to say anything now, after all, everything is changing.

Perhaps as Jihad progressed, the location of the elements of the site became meaningless, and the location here might be cancelled, then he would naturally return, or the magicians had higher expectations of the location of the elements, and invested more, as a senior here, it was also a chance to fly mortified.

“Keep trying, at least it won't get any worse than it is now. ”

To say something that sounds like an encouragement from a guest house, it would be nice not to make random promises at this time, but this answer has satisfied him and Morty's hospitality has helped me a lot.

Staying here for so long, day and night were invaded by flame elements, idle boredom can only be diligently practiced, Morty, although not high in position, but far more powerful than his peers, I can feel that this dark middle-aged man, breaks through the legend, implicitly reached the strength of the holy class, while his badge, is only a gold grade.

Ten years ago, the Archmage of the Holy Order would never have wasted his time here.

And not only does he know what's going on here, he can walk in this dangerous position, he's too bored to do his job, and he has a lot to gain in the development of the position, at least, he can call it the fire element.

And under his introduction, the recent developments in this position are gradually unfolding before me.

“The new god of fire elements? When did this happen? How come there's no report?! ”

“I reported it, I wrote it five days ago, but I haven't heard back yet. What happened to the Tower of the Cloud? ”