The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

The torrential rain and thunder outside the window can no longer be regarded as the background, and what comes with the flood is the anger from the ocean.

Humans have occupied the most fertile land for too long. As the victors of the last holy war, they do have reasons to be proud. The sea people were driven into the dark and cold ocean, the orcs lost their grasslands and plains, and the undead hid Entering the swamps and deserts, even the elven kingdom, which is also the law of order, can only close its citizens in front of the aggressive human kingdom, and settle down in a corner.

The losers of the last jihad and their patron gods have been suffering for more than 1,700 years. The long-lived species who were lucky enough to be born still remember how their relatives and homes were destroyed in the war. They hate war and fear war. They hate the war of destruction that took everything away, but they also look forward to returning to the homeland that their ancestors lost, venting their hatred and anger in the war of revenge, and taking back everything they lost.

And short-lived humans have long regarded themselves as the core of the world, Ashe's darling, and the king of all things.

The birthplace of orcs, the Holy Land of Bienlua Great Plains, the fertile black land today is said to be able to grow seedlings when sown with raw rice, but it is not so important in the endless territory of the San Antonio Empire, and the original owner of the orcs, either The underground world kills for survival, or struggles to find food in the wasteland.

When the Sea Clan was just an Aquarium Clan, they could be found in rivers, lakes and seas, but now if the Sea Clan appeared in inland lakes, there would be troops to encircle and adventurers to claim rewards, which should belong to allies The kingdom of elves can always find their own kindred in the slave market, and the border conflict between the kingdom of elves and humans has never stopped.

The knights who used to be brave and good at fighting have now become master knights. Compared with other races, human beings live an inexplicable arrogance and pride. The short-sighted forgetfulness of being a short-lived species makes them forget the glory and hard work of their ancestors. They feel that You are the spirit of all things, and other lives should be your subordinates.

"Orcs? Aren't they just a group of barbarians who can't even speak clearly? In the face of our new technology and war machines, these barbarians are nothing to mention. Elves? Oh, just a group of stupid old antiques. If you really encounter a holy war , just two super kingdoms of us humans are enough to sweep all directions. Ha, maybe we will become the easiest jihad victors."

The victors of the last jihad were proud of their strength and devoted themselves to intrigue with their own race, while the losers were suffering in pain, waiting for a chance to turn around.

The completely different preparation attitudes of the two sides made the original order of winners fall into an absolute disadvantage without knowing it.

In the wilderness of the north, the god of the elemental earth and the orcs came together, relying on the bonfire to keep warm in the cold night. The chiefs roared and cried loudly, pointing to the dream land on the map. The orc warriors drenched their blood to prepare for the journey. And on the barren islands to the south,

The Black Wingmen, who had been reduced to a pirate race, regained the right to fly with the help of the wind elemental god, and activated the ancient floating island. Pick up the sacred spear and start a new hunting season.

If it weren't for the fire elemental god who was eaten by Elisa as a tonic, the four ancient elemental gods had all been dispatched, and the tide of elements was rising wildly in the entire plane. It will become easier. As the origin of elemental magic, the power of the four major elemental magics has increased dramatically.

At the same time, visitors from other planes will become easier and more frequent in the future, and the children of elements will become the permanent population of the main plane. The demon legion on the chaotic side has started the latest round of bloody elimination competition, and the new legion leader will have the opportunity to bring the demons to harvest the souls of the ground.

Perhaps this is just a skirmish of the Eternal Jihad, but if even the skirmish is not enough, it is not wrong to say that it is the final battle.

As for the order side, except humans. The second main force is the elves who should have been split into countless kingdoms, sub-clans, and tribes. However, more than a hundred years ago, the elf kingdoms had begun to close their doors one after another. They did not intend to notify the "allies" of the imminent jihad, after all, they knew that even if they announced the past, most of them would be ignored and ridiculed by arrogant humans.

You can praise the elves for their beauty, kindness, and intelligence, but don't praise them for their tolerance, because in the elf language, forgiveness and forgetfulness are similar words. Yesterday, they had long planned to be alone, and it was not bad for them not to make trouble.

Moreover, there is a gossip that the elves and the gods of chaos have been hooking up with the evil gods of chaos. There is always some indescribable estrangement between the leaders, just like yesterday Huanghua watched the popular star dominate the situation, and if she didn't say anything on the surface, she must have all kinds of feelings in her heart, and the relationship would never get better.

Well, let’s get down to business, the current situation is already in front of us, the chaotic side has been sharpening its knives for thousands of years, and the human empire here is still in internal friction in a peaceful and prosperous age. As long as there is a war, at least the early results are doomed.

And judging from the later summary, I personally made the same mistake as the astrology towers. They relied too much on prophecy spells, and I relied too much on the so-called "historical prophecy", even if that "history" was true. Deduction, the previous history is all accurate, but it does not mean that the latter is also accurate. Apart from my personal butterfly benefit, the reality that there are no other "players" is doomed to be different.

In the real world of "players" without destiny's favor, it is naturally impossible for the three gods of the elements to be killed by inexplicable plots. The level of the elemental disaster has far exceeded expectations. Perhaps in the entire holy war and the mainland, this can only be regarded as an appetizer Appetizer, but this skirmish is destined to be more tragic than "history".

Well, even if I really predicted it, even if I don't go to prison in Sulfur Mountain City and sharpen the legal side, I can't do anything about this important matter that involves countless great gods.

Today's facts have turned the opposite direction of "history". In that period of history, the four major elemental gods were wiped out and three were sealed. Going together directly led to the intensification of friction between the underground world and the surface world. In reality, due to my influence, the God of Fire Element, who was originally super troublesome, was completely killed. The other three elemental gods have found their own helpers and become new super troubles.

It is neither meaningful nor valuable to argue which history is better. History has no assumptions, let alone believe in ifs, and there is no possibility of winning or losing.

But at this time, I have to face the storm rolled up by the wings of the butterfly of fate, the mighty wave caused by the god of water element.

Just came out of the VIP room, even I who have experienced countless wars. He was also shocked by the sight in front of him.

Outside the window is a tornado covering the sky. Like a giant water-absorbing dragon, he continuously pumps up stagnant water to the sky. And the dark clouds kept a relatively uniform rainfall all the time, and the whole city had turned into a city of rain.

"Miracle!" This is not a description, but a judgment based on the current situation. Only divine power can prevent this strange spectacle.

And indoors. The hall on the first floor was in a mess, and the flood had spread to the room. On the temporary platform, the nobles were in urgent contact with their staff.

As soon as Dassos walked down, he was surrounded by messengers, and the countless brilliance of the Olympiad flickered on and off, and the precious high-level mages became the only reliable messengers now.

"All the coastal defenses have been breached, and there are too many Sea Clans! Those sea giants can't resist at all!"

"The court mage Ansuo died in battle, and the court mages began to retreat. The White Wolf Guards from all over the place were besieged by the large forces of the Haizu, and it was impossible to break through!"

"The support road is blocked by fleeing refugees, and noble private soldiers have already started killing people to fight for the road."

Bad news fell like snowflakes, but the most worrying thing was the pictures sent back from the mage's eyes set up in various streets.

In a picture. The pride of the Oran Empire, the top-armed white wolf cavalry were besieged by the dwarf murlocs, and the well-bred warhorses could hardly walk in the flood. Proud Mithril Mithril Alloy.

In the water, it is impossible to carry out the proud fearless charge, the indestructible violent epee cannot find the target of the attack, it is impossible to throw the explosive spear in the heavy rain, and the knights in the water cannot catch up and swim in the water The murlocs, heavy armor and weapons became the biggest burden, and the powerful white wolf guards fought in a mess in the flood, and their performance was not as good as that of a fisherman.

"Ah!"

Even though the sound transmitted from the picture was very small, the knight's expression of sudden extreme pain, the splash of blood floating on his face, and the sudden extra harpoon behind him, already explained everything.

"Wow la la la la!"

Screaming happily, the meritorious murloc emerged from the water, but then lowered his head and dived again, looking for another chance to attack.

The murloc's short stature, which was ridiculed by other races in the past, became the best weapon in this flood. The muddy river water made it impossible for the knights to find the murloc underwater.

On the other side, a strong knight was caught by a fishing net, and then suddenly dragged down. He was entangled in the fishing net due to his strong body and was still wearing heavy armor. In the end, he could only open his eyes wide, pinch his own neck, and drown in the eyes of everyone.

"...That's Mickey, the youngest Silver Knight of the Guards. His horse control and impact skills are the strongest in the Seventh Squadron, and he just died at the hands of a low-level murloc! Hao Ke, the strongest man in the Seventh Squadron The knight was actually drowned! My lord, think of a way, at least not let everyone die so worthlessly!

The roar of the white wolf knight in the hall made people feel inexplicably sad. The virtues of the knights are indeed not afraid of sacrifice, but at the same time it is also stipulated that the sacrifice must be valuable. It is an honor to die in the charge of the dragon, but The inexplicable death at the hands of the weak murloc who used to be disdainful is itself an insult to the knight.

While the powerful White Wolf Guards are so miserable, the Oran people in other pictures are even more miserable.

The beautiful mermaid jumped underwater, and the downpour reminded her of the Water Curtain Waterfall in her hometown, so she stroked the magic shell between the tips of her golden hair and sang a song.

The mermaid's singing voice is world-famous, and the beautiful figure in the shell swimsuit is even more charming, but the soldiers present were not in the mood to appreciate it, because with the song of the tide, there are also deadly lurkers.

"Ah! Piranhas! There are piranhas underwater!"

The screaming soldier fell down immediately, and after a few seconds, white bones covered with teeth marks floated up in the blood.

"Jellyfish, poisonous jellyfish! Get out of the water, everyone!"

The almost transparent and colorless jellyfish in the water cannot be found at all, and the tentacles full of deadly venom touch the skin. Even powerful fighters can be paralyzed to death without knowing it.

"Ahhh! Swordfish!"

This warrior was lucky, at least he knew who killed him. The swordfish's long mouth was inserted into his waist and abdomen, and he fell to the ground and died without struggling a few times while clutching his intestines.

Amidst the singing of the mermaid, the seafood delicacy in the restaurant in the past has become a deadly hunter.

Everyone knows that staying in the water is tantamount to courting death, but under the divine power blessing of the two gods for the city of rain, all parts of the city are under water, and the soldiers have nowhere to retreat.

Although someone dropped everything and climbed onto the roof, judging by the fins of the sharks underwater. It is also equivalent to being trapped in a Jedi that cannot move. What awaits them is still doomsday.

A large number of sea people entered the city. If the confrontation of low-end combat power makes people sigh and helpless, then the confrontation of high-end combat power makes people despair.

"Explosive flames are coming!"

The battle mage who specializes in fire desperately summons his best flame, but the flame has not yet formed. It was clapped eleven by a young Naga, and the waves surged and went out.

As the incarnation of the water snake spirit, each Naga knows a little bit of water magic. Maybe he can only help quench his thirst on land, but the waves in the water are so deadly.

This is just an apprentice. The blessings of the water god and the sea god have greatly strengthened the combat power of the sea clan, and the wave shock wave brought by the sea giant's footsteps. The most solid fortress can be easily destroyed. The smirking Sea Clan archmages only need to hide under the water and repeatedly summon huge waves to wash away everything.

Moreover, the elites of hundreds of tribes came here today, while the human warriors were divided and killed by the flood, in terms of the number of high-level combat forces. Humans are not dominant either.

"Never fight a sea-folk in water unless you have fins and don't breathe."

I don't know who said this ancient advice first, but there was only a deathly silence in the hall, followed by faint crying.

Yes, no one can defeat the Sea Clan in the sea, just like I almost died in the fishing nets of a group of murlocs a few days ago. After receiving the blessing from City of Rain, they felt relieved to rest because they thought there was no need for them to intervene.

The development of the situation also proved their judgment. From the moment this city became the home court of the Sea Clan, the outcome had already been decided, and the Oran Empire was doomed to lose its most luxurious pearl city.

No one expected that on this day of great joy for the Oran Empire, the mighty empire would encounter such a catastrophe. All eyes were on Dassos, waiting for his decision.

A city is not everything to an empire, a vast country can still organize new legions, as long as people are alive and there is hope, the day of revenge will eventually arrive.

The meaningless sacrifice is meaningless. Everyone can see and think about what is going to be done now, but the extremely cruel decision is destined to be borne by the emperor who is enthroned today.

"...abandon the line of defense, retreat as far as you can go, and leave the city!"

Shouting this sentence through the teeth, Dassos is ten years old.

"No! My parents are at home! Your Majesty, please save them!" The exclamation of the noble children was just the beginning.

"My good boys are still resisting, how can I give up! This is the most despicable betrayal!" The old general yelled at the king, his soldiers were dying one by one, and once the retreat started, they would all be doomed The cannon fodder of the sacrifice, there is no possibility of surviving.

"Kagesi is the capital of the country. If we lose the capital, what face do we have to stand on the entire Ashe continent? We will become the laughing stock of the whole world." The old Marquis said with a sad smile, what he said was indeed the truth, the only smiling person in the hall , Those are the small countries that are forced to be subordinate, those envoys and even though they are full of worries about their own safety, they are still full of joy.

For real diplomats, even if they die, as long as they don't sign the treaty that humiliates the country, as long as their children and grandchildren will not be ashamed for a hundred years, even if they die on the spot, they will earn money.

"I said, give up!"

The scarlet magic sword exuded a brilliance like bleeding, and the king holding the sword suddenly plunged the magic sword into the ground.

"Stay in this city and wait to die? Stupid! So what if you lose the White Wolf Guard? Just build the White Lion Guard and White Tiger Guard. So what if you don't have the old capital? My Greater Oran has a vast territory, and there are countless city-states close to Kagosi City , re-election. We did lose today, so remember the hatred, and tomorrow, my army will get everything back!"

"I said, retreat! Take away important things as much as possible, throw away useless property, take away all national treasures, give priority to technical data, give priority to children, women, the elderly, give priority to special talents, and young men with healthy limbs all take up arms Stand with me, my knights and I will stay until the end!"

After being extremely angry, the tone of the Winter Wolf King became unusually calm, but the trembling beard showed that he was still in a rage.

The emperor's calmness and initiative in the rear stabilized the situation at the critical moment. His unhesitating severing of the strong man's wrist undoubtedly avoided the most tragic ending, but for me, it was time to make a decision.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect it to end up like this. You can go with the first batch of evacuated women. No, it should be said, please leave with them."

"The Goblin Bank in Green Bay, where you can get the key if you complete the contract requirements, but at least one month later."

The answer is irrelevant to the question, and there is still no truth. I am making the final preparations before departure, so how can I tell the other party that the key is with me.

Just leave? How can it be! Little Renee is inviting useful talents everywhere according to my request, and Ke Luosi is guarding the church, they must also be in danger, and if I escape with the key key, not only my companions on the ground will not be spared Maybe, even those guys in the underwater base will starve to death sooner or later.

"Are you going to save your companions? Don't be kidding, the whole city is now full of sea tribes. Even if you fight with sea tribes in the water, you are looking for your own death! A meaningless sacrifice is a disgrace to a knight!"

"Oh, committing suicide? I don't think so."

It's useless to say more, I shook my head, and walked directly down the hall. In a relatively spacious place, I took out my space bag and looked for my old things in it.

Yes, even if it is me, I still have no chance of winning against the sea clan in the water, and the transformation time of the war angel is extremely short. As long as I enter the water, it is impossible to get rid of the pursuit of the sea clan, and it is impossible to achieve my goal. However, as long as there is such a thing, it is not impossible.

"Of course there is no chance of winning in water, but it might be possible on ice. Yes!"

After pouring out a pile of prunes, marbles, handmade poker and other sundries, I finally found my target. It was a hand-carved short wooden sword, only as big as one hand. It was obviously a children's toy sword. The workmanship is rough, and a few crooked words are engraved on the hilt of the sword. The font is distorted and naive, as if written by a child.

"Cavins' sword, Roland is not allowed to steal or play with it."

Those words were really written by a child, it was the signature that Cavens left on his precious wooden sword when he was a child, and when he was young, he never refused to call me who was only a few minutes older than him an elder brother , are basically called by their first names.

Caressing the marks on the sword, I seem to have returned to the warm and carefree childhood, the war-torn youth, and saw that reckless and straightforward idiot brother.

Shaking my head, now is not the time to recall the past, what I need is not the wooden sword itself, but the sleeping soul in it.

"Irene Bella, I need your help." ()