The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

"Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu hook is bright with frost and snow."

The swordsman in the Northland wore simple python leather armor, and the silver long sword in his hand had snow-white sword flowers. Wherever the snow-light long sword touched, the cold wind pierced the bones, and even the ground was covered with a thin layer of white frost.

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like shooting stars."

The long sword pointed to the sky, and the silver Pegasus of Gale followed, and the soul horse that led the knight to charge turned into a silver meteor.

"Ten steps to kill a person, a thousand miles will not stay."

Wherever the sword's edge reaches, there are flying enemy heads. Just with the sharp sword in hand and the mount under his crotch, a knight in light armor can run across the Northland for thousands of miles!

"It's over, brush your clothes and hide your body and name... I seem to have forgotten it later. Forget it, I can't hide my name at all. Boys! Look, I, Roland Lan, is here. I, the witch Demon King!"

As the pale justice plunged into the ground, the magic power converged, and the basalt sword prints intersecting with turtles and snakes erupted on the ground, and the snowflake magic circle representing ice formed on the ground and then lit up. Han's magic power freezes everything around him.

My movements were too sudden. As the ice spread, the assassins in the shadows were frozen before they had time to react. Those who reacted quickly could break their feet and escape, while those who reacted slowly enjoyed the ice.

"I really admire the protagonists of those legendary novels. They may look handsome while reciting poems to brush up fashion while fighting, but the actual operation is simply not human. How can they recall poems while reciting mantras, thinking about fighting skills, and adjusting the fighting rhythm? Are they afraid that they will forget the words in the middle of the sentence and be embarrassed? If the wind gets in their mouths and they can't stop coughing, then the immortal will be even more inexplicable?"

While I was complaining, a snake-shaped dagger oozing with green light emerged from the shadows behind me. The bewitching blade slowly stretched towards the back of my neck, but there was no sound of wind.

The moment the blade was about to touch me. The assassin with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth trembled violently.

"The advanced ability of the shadow step-short-time dimensional concealment? It seems that a great assassin of elemental blood can learn this. Such a rare ability can be seen. It is really exciting experimental material."

How could the experienced assassin make a mistake at a critical moment, but now his arm is paralyzed.

"Ahhh!"

The pale justice is still stuck on the ground, but the thunderous lightning flashes on it. The violent current directly shocked the unlucky assassin into convulsions.

"Poor child, I guess you can't understand why the magic sword in your hand will attack automatically. You can write down this trick, and go back and teach those rookies to use it to kill people."

The current of the Qinglong Sword Seal that was activated for the second time was not too strong, and the twitching assassin still gritted his teeth and got up, trying to desperately, but I directly patted the black cat on the shoulder.

"Help collect a blood sample. Do a brief analysis, such a rare material, don't kill it, take the soul back to the laboratory and do it again."

Hearing the words, the elegant black cat just lowered its head and licked its claws, but did not move. I knew she was just waiting to negotiate a price.

"It will be divided into one third for you. When the time comes, we will see if the senior sister wants it. If she doesn't want it, I will share half with you."

"Crazy! Our Ghost Snake Bandit Group was destroyed by you lunatics, and you actually talked to cats...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Seeing that I was carrying him behind my back, the angry assassin rebuked and charged, but in the next moment, an ominous shadow covered him.

"Cat... cat monster!"

A strange smile appeared on the corner of the mouth of the cat-shaped shadow floating above the assassin's head. As if laughing at something.

The piercing fear made the half-blood assassin finally unable to hold back the fear in his heart, turned around and ran away, but then, with a flash of glory, amidst the screams, the thief disappeared without a trace, and the only one left in place was The elegant black cat who continues to cat wash.

"Snapped."

With a snap of the fingers, the corpses of the three thieves who had bled to death stood up silently, and they would take away several other frozen corpses.

When undead magic can appear in the sun. The corpse of a strong man is a valuable noble commodity, so it cannot be wasted.

And while I was still appreciating the results of the battle I caused, the battle over there had come to an end.

What the black piranha is chewing is the right arm of the Holy Order Assassin codenamed Hades...

And after desperately giving up their limbs to feed those crazy plants, the great assassin Minghuo finally approached the queen of the mage. What the grinning thief encountered was not a panicked academic rookie, but a crazy witch who smiled even more happily.

"You are the seventy-sixth assassin who thinks I'm an idiot in close combat. What do you think happened to your predecessors?"

The mind of the holy assassin is so stable, even if he vaguely felt that the situation was wrong, words could not shake him in the slightest. He paused suddenly, moved back and forth, and brought out a series of ghosts, and the clone ghosts surrounded him from all directions. Amyra.

But the female mage just took a deep breath, but threw away the gorgeous sapphire staff, completely dispelling the ghosts of clones around her, and punched her back fiercely.

"Boom!"

Amyra is not as weak as she looks. The terrible gravity punch caused the wind pressure to dig a big hole in the ground. Even if Minghuo reacted in time, she was still wiped off, and fell directly to the ground and vomited blood.

"Snapped!"

As Amyla waved her ruby ​​bracelet lightly, after a scream, a large pit was sunken around the underworld fire, and he himself was embedded in the rock, only breathing out but not breathing in.

Perhaps other onlookers would think that this was some kind of gravity magic, but I knew that it was just a simple wave of the hand, and it was only the wind pressure caused by the slap that caused the assassin to fall to the ground.

"A sorcerer with forty-two points of strength really can't afford to be hurt, and a reformer with double pupils with the effect of real vision can't be hurt even more. Now that he can still live with such nonsense, the senior is as good as ever."

At this moment, Amyla caressed the ends of her hair, as if the silver blindness in her eyes had converged, and the corners of her mouth moved slightly, as if she was whispering something.

The long light green hair is fluttering in the wind, and the scholar girl is meditating on poetry in the wind. Just looking at her appearance, Amy looks like a literary girl.

But I will not be deceived, because I have read the other person's words through lip reading.

"Baby. It's time to eat, this time it's a big meal."

And in the next second, the light green hair came alive, and countless strands of hair spread with the wind, and then turned into blood-red thorns. When the tops of those thorns opened their mouths like a dragon, and when the bitten assassin began to scream, I knew that the rest of the picture would be eighteen.

"Restraint? It really is a monster without restraint. Perhaps, she named it Temperance, just hoping that this monster will not eat too much and affect her figure."

The research direction of the senior sister is quite similar to mine. The data and research results between us can be exchanged, but the expression forms are completely different.

In a sense, I am an undead creation combined with life structure, modern medicine, and undead magic. Since I am a creation, I naturally create other powerful undead.

As a master of life structure, Amyra studies life itself. How could she let go of the most familiar and intuitively understood body—herself.

I'm afraid she doesn't even remember how many times she has done life modification on herself. When I knew her, she said that she was more like a plant than an animal.

In fact, "temperance" and "diligence", the second of her seven virtues, are part of herself, her symbiotic plants, and their existence and growth make Amyra stronger.

Amyrana is equipped with forty-two points of power after the equipment increase. It has already surpassed the limit that normal creatures can achieve. I have never heard of a race with a strength of over 40. I am afraid that even the Titans are not enough to see in front of her. Her bloodline ability cannot be rated at all. It has already become a non-conscious existence.

Of course, just because her ability to cause trouble is not inferior to mine, she can't live without two brushes under her hand. As far as I know, her ability to regenerate immortality is not inferior to mine.

That assassin group has been cleaned up, but I'm a bit regretful. After all, it's not the mission period, and I don't get any points for the holy-rank thieves that my senior sister killed, which is a pity.

"Look at me like this, even if you beg me, I just lack high-quality flower fertilizer. Even if you beg me, I won't share it with you."

That vigilant gaze is really sad, since the last time we had a bad conversation, Amyla seems to be more guarded against me.

"A descendant of the element who can 'short-time dimensional concealment', the blood and body samples will be divided into one-third for you. Give me this guy's soul and leave the skeleton. I will be useful."

"...Super rare, always encountering such a strange existence, your luck is as good as ever, but this transaction seems to be a bit of a disadvantage for you, is there any conspiracy?"

This vigilant look is really sad, I shook my head, I know that if I don’t say something, she will not be at ease if I have already become a frightened bird... In other words, I am probably the only one in this world who can make such a powerful student Sister is so vigilant, should I be proud?

"Since someone wants our heads, it is natural to pay back. I am not strong enough, so please help me, senior sister."

"Small things, never too much flower fertilizer and experimental materials, deal!"

At this time, after receiving the news that I was attacked, Xuehoo and the others also arrived, but they found that they really had no room to intervene, and became idle spectators.

"Which side is the villain? Why do I feel that our side is the evil that intends to destroy the world, and the assassin on the opposite side is the brave who challenges the evil."

"I agree."

"Seconded!"

Well, looking at the belated reinforcements, I was taken aback by such an argument, and then laughed.

"It seems that getting along with old acquaintances like Amyra and Heloise makes me live a younger life. However, in a sense, it is also a good thing. Of course, it is a bad thing for my enemies."

After enjoying a peaceful life in Brimstone for so long, I've obviously softened a bit, and maybe that's a good thing for those around me.

But considering the harsh future that is about to be faced, an unscrupulous and insidious and cunning Yongye is obviously more effective than a majestic paladin. I never planned to be an honest person and wait for the end to come.

"Want to deal with an evil and cunning opponent? Then, become crazier than the opponent."

For my enemies, a cunning and crazy avenger who dares to sacrifice at the critical moment is the most dangerous, and I don't have the moral cleanliness to get my hands dirty.

"Sister, me, Heloise...Maybe, the most interesting (dangerous, crazy) researchers in the world are here, maybe, we can make something interesting together."

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It's another hunting day of the year. The orc tribes along the branch of the Orison Mountains are gathering, and the Bloodaxe tribe, which has won the support of the god of earth elements, Umdiroken, has become the most powerful tribe among them. His leader, Emon Bloodaxe, has become appointed the new Warchief of the United Tribes.

perhaps. A familiar name is more suitable for him, the Beast Emperor. Of course, for this crown to be worn steadily, the first thing to do is to win the war that will soon be fought.

At this time, the chiefs of the various tribes were still discussing future marching plans. Perhaps it is more appropriate to use the word quarrel.

"I object! The first snow is about to fall, marching at this time is simply asking for death."

Generally speaking, mountain centaurs are smaller and more nimble than their underground and elf kingdom counterparts.

But Hamar, the chief of the Kars tribe, is obviously not among them. Nearly three meters tall, he carried a giant halberd on his back, and was known throughout the Orc Plateau for his unparalleled brute strength.

"I am also against it. The fortresses of the Kingdom of Sluwell and the Principality of Kasomi block the exit of the plateau. If you attack the city in winter, you don't know how much extra loss you will have to pay. I am not afraid of sacrifice, and I also know that war must pay sacrifices, but I Oppose my sisters to be such worthless cannon fodder."

Kamala is the chief of the blue-feathered harpy tribe and the most famous witch on the plateau. She is highly respected in the entire mountain range. Her opinion has been recognized by many chiefs.

Storming the heavily fortified human fortress in winter is not a good idea no matter what. The blood ax tribe's insistence finally provoked the outbreak of grievances among the chiefs. If it is not handled properly, the coalition army may collapse immediately.

The chief of the Bloodaxe tribe, Amon. Bloodaxe is a tall eagle. Their tribe was famous for producing Thunderhawk knights, but Amon himself is not very famous. On the contrary, everyone who knows him knows that his ability is very average. ,at this time. When pressed by other people, Emon only knew how to scratch his scalp irritably, but didn't know how to answer, obviously at a loss.

"...I'm going back."

Chief Lund of the Bearman Tribe is famous for his taciturnity, but he is also famous for his words. Now that he wants to break up and go home, he can definitely do it.

Finally, Emon made up his mind and planned to tell his plan, but a hoarse voice sounded outside the door.

"My lords, please let me introduce myself. I am Damon Ryle, the representative of your allied forces."

The one who entered silently was a short ratman. Most of this kind of life lives in the underground pipes of the city. Although this group is quite cunning and difficult to deal with, it is very marginalized among the orcs who prioritize strength.

But even though there were strong hands in the tent, no one dared to underestimate this little ratman. Apart from his ability to sneak in here without a sound, the scales and horns on his face further showed his identity.

"Purgatory species? Are you a demon or a devil?"

There is also an entrance to the abyss in the north, and the orcs are no strangers to the residents of the lower plane, but as long as they are intelligent races with normal thinking, they will not have a good impression of these two races.

"It doesn't matter who I am. The important thing is that I can help you. With the help of the God of Earth Elements, geographical obstacles are not a problem from the very beginning. There is no need for you to attack two fortresses."

Damon arrived on the map and swiped casually. It was an incredible passage, which could pass through the obstacles of mountains and mountains and directly reach the core area of ​​the human world.

"As for the severe cold in winter, I can give you some good news. With the help of the will of the abyss, the Marquis of the Sea of ​​Fire promises to give you the blessing of flames. The cold wind of this winter will no longer hinder you."

The chiefs looked at each other, but they were still a little uncertain.

"The Marquis of the Sea of ​​Fire? The Sea of ​​Fire plane is a part of the abyss. The Marquis should be a demon lord. I also have some understanding of demonology. I don't seem to have heard of that lord's name. Could it be that the new queen of the past few hundred years Did the demon lord appear?"

"Haha!" Demon laughed triumphantly.

"It's no wonder that you haven't heard of that lord's name. That lord returned to the abyss last year, and she directly popularized the Demon Marquis, which is enough to prove her strength. She also has a good name 'God Eater', and it is She devoured the divine power of the fire elemental god to be able to give you the blessing of fire."

Hearing this, everyone was overjoyed, seeing that the mission was expected to be completed, Damon was even more elated.

"Look, this is the lord's token."

It was a bronze ring inlaid with silver, on which lava flames were slowly surrounding, like decorative patterns.

"Master Eliza! Please grant us your blessing."

The purgatory Ratman Damon held up the Lord of the Rings, the power of the demons began to spread, and the will of the higher beings was summoned by the token.

"Who is calling me! How dare you interrupt my beauty sleep! Huh? It's still a dirty and ugly rat man, go to hell!"

The demon lord was angry, and the consequences were very serious. The woman who was awakened by the ugly man became even more tempered, and the flames of the demon directly enveloped the summoner.

"My lord!! I am merciful, I am wronged...Ahhhhhh!"

Well, the unlucky guy who has turned into ashes has no right to speak. Looking at the Lord of the Rings that fell on the ground, everyone was dumbfounded.

Which show is this in? The contact was inexplicably killed by the mastermind behind the scenes? How can this conspiracy continue?

It is said that the demons are chaotic and crazy, and this time I really saw it, but what should I do next? Go back to each house?

"Master Wen, you are a well-known handsome man among the orcs, and you are very popular. Why don't you try to contact the Marquis?"

Immediately, the face of the foxman chief named by Amon turned pale. The ratman had just died in front of him, so how could he dare to try again.

But the fox clan is worthy of the reputation of the orc clan of wise men, and immediately, he came up with a solution.

"You also heard that this Daemon was executed for disturbing the Lord Marquis during his afternoon nap. Then, we only need to wait for the Lord to wake up before contacting. Well, no matter how much the time difference between the abyss and the surface is, eight hours Post-contact is definitely the safest."

Well, this is undoubtedly a procrastination formula, but obviously this ending can be accepted by everyone, and everyone is relieved.

But I, who was far away in another country, got a message from the silver ring in my hand.

"The orcs are about to bypass the geographical restrictions of the plateau area and directly raid Sluwell in winter?" My biggest motivation. Mobile phone users please go to read.)

PS: Well, today's chapter is indeed past 12 o'clock, and it's a new month... Well, please ask for a guaranteed monthly pass.