The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

Anwen Village is just a small village famous for its delicacy of silver-smoked fish. There are countless such small villages in Sluwell. At this time, the snowflakes are falling slowly, and the originally peaceful small village is not so peaceful.

The fence that can only be used to keep out wild beasts cannot stop real ferocious beasts. At midnight, gray wolf cavalry entered the camp, and a feast of killing unfolded in the wilderness village.

The town's guards and night watchmen were immediately wiped out. Under the raid of well-trained wolf cavalry, the militiamen who had only challenged ogres at most had no chance to ring the alarm bell.

At 2:00 midnight, thirty wolf cavalry entered the village. At 2:15 midnight, militia captains, village chiefs, and local gentry were all dragged out of their warm quilts. Their headless corpses were fed to the wolves at the entrance of the village. Used to dig out the will of the resisters.

At 2:40 p.m., five hundred people in the whole village were dragged to the small square at the entrance of the village. Women and children who were older than Yidao were dragged aside.

Some people tried to resist, but in front of real professional fighters, the resistance of civilians was meaningless, not to mention that the wolf cavalry were the elite of the powerful orcs.

After the high-efficiency massacre, the wolf cavalry had already left at three o'clock in the morning. Before leaving, they set fire to it, and the bloody wolf feet left bloody footprints in the snow. The blood-covered cavalry remained silent , but there are only burning ruins and flames behind, and the heart-piercing cries make people have nightmares.

Perhaps they hesitated at first, but this was already the fourth village they had destroyed within a week, and it took less than an hour from entering to leaving. This has become a high-efficiency massacre. As for the conscience condemnation of the massacre? They've been numb.

This is war. Neither holy nor just, the only thing to consider is the path to victory.

The task of the wolf cavalry scattered into small groups was to roam the hinterland of the human kingdom, creating more chaos and panic, and drawing on the opponent's strength and energy. Although the means were extremely bad, they did it.

Orcs are not beasts without limits. The villains who slaughtered civilians made every strong person despise from the bottom of their hearts. The people worshiped fearless knights who dared to charge the dragon, but they would never respect a butcher who killed civilians for fun from the bottom of their hearts.

"Father, how many battles have you achieved with humans this time? How many human generals have you killed?"

"No, I just massacred thousands of civilians."

When I think of going back, my child will then ask myself, although Akeli, the captain of the wolf riding team, is a well-known brave man in the tribe. I don't know how to answer.

at this time,

His keen sense of smell was still full of pungent blood, and dreaming of the child's questioning was his worst nightmare, and he could feel the exhaustion in his heart.

In the concept of orcs, it is a supreme honor to fight and die with a strong enemy, but the massacre of the weak unintentionally shows the inner weakness of the strong. Such a warrior would be despised by others in the tribe, and would be rejected by the God of War after death.

"This is an order from the superior, this is for our family's long-cherished wish to return to our homeland, this is for our family's righteousness!"

Justice, how many crimes have been committed in your name! Standing behind the bright banner is often the evil executioner.

He also knew it was self-deception. But at least there is such an excuse, so that he can violate his conscience. Keep on killing.

"The team is getting more and more silent. It seems that we have to find a way to boost morale."

Only the villains with the lowest limit would show off their "record" in massacring civilians. Judging from the frowns and stiff expressions of these cavalrymen, they probably haven't reached that point yet.

But they still did it, and they did it without hesitation. After all, this is a war, an evil war, a wonderful war, a war that can make all evils look sacred.

"Aww!"

The wolf howls sounded in front, which was the return of the eagle orcs who were scouts. These three wolf howls undoubtedly showed that there were enemies blocking the way ahead, but they were not strong enough to charge directly.

And soon, across the forest. The "enemy" was in front of him. It was a blond young man with snowflakes on his head. He looked quite young, but the two-handed giant swords in each hand were very eye-catching.

"Hey, it's another young man chasing him alone. He's brave and foolhardy. Unfortunately, he's about the same age as my Ekule..."

Looking at this young swordsman who was as old as his own child, Akeli paused for a second, and then made a gesture of slicing his thumb across his neck, which was an instruction to kill the enemy.

"There are more young people in that village as old as Aikul just now, so, for Aikul to have a bright future, you go and accompany them... Strange, does this sword look familiar? It seems Saw it there."

There was no need for extra thoughts, even if there was only one opponent, the wolf cavalry still put on their best wave charge formation.

The digital wolf rider with the strongest mount is in charge of contact melee combat. As the strongest, Akeli and others are preparing for a surprise attack on the second line. The throwing nets and javelins behind them are already ready.

A powerful Griffin Knight might be instantly killed by the wolf cavalry in a single encounter. In the eyes of the cavalry, this ignorant young man was already dead.

Facing the desperate surprise attack of the wolf cavalry, the young man suddenly smiled, and his smile was full of cruel charm. This familiar smile finally reminded Akeli that he had seen the sword there.

"Oh! Isn't that the man on the statue in the town, with his sword qi radiating? It's a sword master!... That sword? Is it Roland's holy sword? Paladin Roland?"

This was Akeli's last thought. The snow-white sword light flickered in the snow, and the flying sword energy began to kill people, but when his neck felt cold, the wolf cavalry captain's perspective tilted directly, and he slid from the back of the wolf to the snow. in the ground.

The last thing that came into view was the appearance of the Silver Armored Sword Master wielding his two-handed sword, slaughtering his own cavalry one by one.

At this moment, the wolf cavalry's powerless appearance was like a powerless chick encountering a butcher, no different from the evil deeds he did in front of the statue half an hour ago.

"Do the killers always kill them? It's really ironic..."

Just a face to face. The brave man of the Kera tribe lost his head. As a butcher, he no longer had to worry about how to go back and confess to his children.

"Blood debt is paid in blood. Go to hell!"

I don't know who shouted this sentence first, and soon, everything returned to calm, but there were more headless corpses on the ground.

Yes, blood debts are paid with blood, but where did the debts start? Do we count from this war, or from the war twenty years ago. Or start counting from the Great War more than 300 years ago? I'm afraid, this is destined to be a muddled account that will never be settled.

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After killing the last wolf cavalry, I was also a little tired, so I plunged my sword into the snow and rested on the battlefield.

While I waited for Irene Bella to clean up the fleeing stragglers, I thought of something else I could do.

He took out a sheepskin bag from the wolf cavalryman's arms, as expected. In addition to the supplies, there is also a map of nearby villages, and the red crosses on it just mean that the wolf cavalry has already been there, and I don't have to rush there.

All I saw were corpses and blood, but I was inexplicably thirsty. So he opened the water bag left by the other party, took a sip, and spit out all the sweet, greasy, low-quality kumiss.

"Bah. It's bitter and astringent, just like back then."

When I complain. Heloise has finished interpreting the route of the wolf cavalry squad, so my next destination has been determined.

"Blue Lake Village? I hope I can get to the front this time. I don't want to see such ruins again."

Thinking of the tragedy that Anwen Village saw just now, I sped up my movements, quickly sorted out the battlefield, made sure that there was no missing information, and jumped directly onto Irene Bella's saddle to catch up with the next target.

This is already the twelfth wolf cavalry squad that I have eliminated within a week. My companions are all reporting their gains. I have gained little by acting alone, but compared to the rotten situation of the entire battlefield, I am afraid it is still just a drop in the bucket .

Everyone knows the truth of the cold lips and teeth. Once Sluwell is finished, the next unlucky ones will definitely only be the northern countries. Therefore, the heavy snow has only slightly weakened, and the reinforcements and assistance from all countries are on the way.

We are the fastest to come, but I am afraid that we are also the fewest in number. One hundred undead knights and three hundred rookie knights may not be of much use in the main battlefield where the unit is tens of thousands.

Considering Dong Lan's current situation and the beast tide that he has to face in winter, the ability to send troops has already surprised other countries. I am the leader of the team, and let the extra noise just shut up, um, at least shut up in front of me .

Of course, quantity is one thing, but quality is another. My undead knights are reliable, and those rookies are all backbones picked from various new legions. What they lack is experience.

As for me personally, I am indeed not interested in the main battlefield of Antuen. The reinforcements from other countries are all directed at the main force of the orcs, but I pay attention to these stragglers.

The orc's division tactics have already worked. The lords from all over the Sluwell Kingdom are busy clearing out the rangers on their own territories, and naturally ignore the king's request for help, and those big lords who have a little spare time are sent by the other three waves of orcs. The army is restrained.

Light cavalry (not only wolf cavalry) hunting and pinning is not a rare tactic, but paired with the elite Xiaogu troops of orcs, it is extremely effective and even more brutal at the tactical level.

For an ordinary village, it makes no difference whether the attacker is a sword master or a bronze-ranked wolf cavalry. Anyway, they all end up being massacred and destroying the village.

Chasing and killing these rangers is also a typical thankless task. They are too mobile and elusive, so it is difficult to catch up.

And before the main force of the orcs is wiped out, the fighting forces that are being assembled in various countries have no time to manage small villages in other countries, but I plan to manage them.

"Don't worry about those nobles, since we're here, we can step in and help, so let's help."

I do have few people, but the individual strength of the undead knights is not low, and it is easy to face a wolf cavalry squad alone, and the rookies just play the hands to accumulate experience.

So, I simply disbanded the battle group and let it move freely in the form of one belt and three groups, and in turn hunted the Ranger squad.

What is reasonable and unexpected is that this kind of action has gained great popularity. After all, the nobles and royal family who should have been responsible for protecting the land are doing nothing, but my undead knight is the best symbol.

"The former king Roland brought his legion to rescue the people of Lan. After ignoring His Majesty Roland's warning, the false king Fimr once again ignored the suffering of the people. He only cared about his own power and safety, and shrank in the king's capital. middle."

In a sense, the previous announcements of the Sluwell royal family are constantly showing what stupidity and death are, but I, who "regardless of previous suspicions", have become more and more popular with the anti-hunting actions, and the undead knights have begun to receive enthusiastic support. I am more motivated.

And then, a scene that surprised everyone and even unbelievable happened.

Seeing this situation, that Fimmel, obviously Antuen's wartime is still tight, warned me through the church not to take advantage of the fire to buy people's hearts, and once again declared that I am not the former king Roland, but a demagogue.

Obviously, in the eyes of that "Your Majesty", the orc army is just a foreign invasion that will be expelled sooner or later, and my knights and I are indeed "ambitious people" who have a lot of plans.

At that time, I almost turned around and left, but when I thought about it, I was amused instead.

"Okay, you said I bought people's hearts, so I really came to buy people's hearts. Knights, take out our battle flags and military emblems, we are the reinforcements that are going to rescue, and there is nothing to hide."

Of course, in a certain sense, I make the distinction very clearly. The people are the people, and the royal family is the royal family. But more importantly, it is difficult to stop once you get involved in some things. Watch those villagers die.

And when these news came out, the reputation of Sluwell's royal family plummeted even more. Every day, countless refugees chose to flee to Dong Lan who would not have chosen at all.

It is said that when he heard the news, that Fimr dropped the colorful jade wine cup that had been heirloomed by the royal family for centuries, and then regretted it very much, and was very sad. a message.

"Colorful jade wine glass? Isn't that a by-product of my burning glass at that time? Don't worry, it looks good, but it's actually colored glass, and it's worthless at all. In fact, it's not a wine glass, it's just a small fire that failed too much. The spittoon, even used to hold crickets........ There should be a dark inscription made by Roland on the back of the cup, if it wasn't too broken, you can look for it."

Well, it is said that he was really put together, but this time it was more than one wine glass that was thrown. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian () to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users, please go to read.)

PS: It was another lucky E, too miserable, the power outage and the manuscript of more than a thousand words were eaten, it was even later...

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