The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

While the teachers of the Council of Truth were still working hard in the conference room, the outside of the conference room was as lively as a vegetable market.

On the marble square, groups of goblins and gnomes were shouting with slogans and flags. Leaflets and small flags were distributed everywhere, and the passing crowd would also pick up one or two leaflets for fun.

"Protesting is innocent, strike is justified."

"Strongly urge the mages to improve the treatment of all non-human laborers in the Cloud Tower. It's not like we don't have second-class laborers."

"The 'Black Eye' alchemy laboratory closed down! The bastard boss lost 300,000 gold coins by eating, drinking, whoring and gambling, and ran away with his second wife, third wife, and fourth wife! Black Eye! You are not a human! Scum! Return my hard-earned money You will not end well! There must be retribution! So, in order to raise wages in arrears, we migrant workers took out that bastard’s inventory and sold it at the floor price! Don’t let those who pass by!”

Well, if the sight of these goblins and gnomes asking for their own salary increase under the banner is a bit unrealistic, the goblins doing business among the protesters make people laugh and cry, but in this protest, among them are those with special significance. The slogan seems to say something real.

"We don't want war, we want peace!"

Always carrying all kinds of dangerous items, in the eyes of most people, the goblins, who are undoubtedly the same as arms dealers, hold this sign, which really makes people feel ridiculous.

"For \u0026Long\u0026Wind\u0026}.{cf}{wx}. What wars haven't stopped yet, our soldiers are bleeding, our women are becoming widows, our children are becoming orphans."

Although these slogans and banners are provocative, they are quite ridiculous in front of insiders. Because there are no soldiers from the kingdom of mages on the front line. Most of the soldiers in the kingdom of mages. Originally, they were the private soldiers of the nobles in name only, and they could only maintain law and order in the country. Now the only ones confronting the dragon knights on the front line are the Grand Masters.

"what are they doing?"

"Probably, it's some kind of performance art."

Those little guys holding banners and slogans in front of the Hall of Ten Thousand Laws are obviously very puzzling, and to be honest, I'm afraid these little guys don't even know why they came here.

"Hey, hey, old wine barrel, those guys look at us like idiots, are you sure how long we will lose face here."

"Stop complaining, Kevin, ten gold coins a day, just shouting slogans and standing on the street, where can I find such a good deal?"

The dwarf Kevin is not dissatisfied with the extra rewards given by the boss,

I just feel that it is a bit silly to paint a handsome white dwarf in green, and then hold this green flag, just like the burnt and sticky celery cake of Aunt Adai in my hometown. Standing in a clump where everything is glued together is quite off-putting. "Didn't you see that the goblins didn't complain? They were painted red to represent blood. Tsk tsk tsk, the combination of red and green, plus the goblin's disgusting prickly head, it's simply"

"It's like a blowfly on fat!"

Putting aside the nitpicking of the gnomes as usual, but unlike the gnomes who are not very short of money, the gnomes are much more enthusiastic in shouting slogans, and they are even patrolling left and right, hoping that their employers can see how hard they work, so give them more. If the job you earn makes your employer happy, it would be even better if you can get an extra salary.

"Is there any point in doing this? Those clerics ignored me. Their meetings have been going on for two days, and no one dares to go in and disturb them."

"Then you don't understand. Our employer never does meaningless things. He has his intentions in spending money to make us talk." The old dwarf stopped when he said this, until the little Kevin was sensible and heartbroken. He got out his private cigarette pouch, filled it, lit the pipe, and took a deep drag.

"Ha, what our employer wants is not to do what the slogan says, but to express an opinion, 'I know you're going to start a war, and I'm against it' or, 'I know what you're hiding, and I'm upset'."

"Why don't you just rush into the meeting room and express your demands directly. Those arcane guards should not be able to stop our boss."

"Then it's no different from breaking with the other party, and offending the entire Parliament of Truth in the country of mages? Can young people use their brains more. So the order given to us by the employer is just to shout slogans here, and we will leave if someone chases us away. And since It’s been a long time since no one has driven us to take a look, and the other party’s answer is ""

"Whatever you make trouble with, we don't care. These news must not be leaked."

In the conference hall, a certain grandmaster said so.

"Snapped."

But the next moment, the door was opened, and a mage in a blue robe walked in, while the background was the Olympiad guard who had been dismantled into scrap iron.

"Roland, do you know what you did?"

Yes, that's me, an unlucky guy who was excluded, a foreman who led his migrant workers to ask for wages. Well, it seems that I accidentally got in line again.

But at this time, Osluven, the truth controller of the Arcane Blade, shouted angrily, but I knew that he was speaking on behalf of the Council of Truth. In a sense, he was trying to protect me, otherwise I would have to face , I am afraid that I accidentally offended the entire Parliament of Truth, and the leaders of the hostile organizations took the opportunity to launch an attack

Glancing at the faces on the conference table, for me, it is really nostalgic. Many of them are the ones I want to kill, or want to kill me, at least the one that was written by me. The unhappy "black eyes" stared at me fiercely.

"I know you want to hide it, but if I already know, what are you going to do? Are you going to silence it? Hehe, let's talk about those dragons and giants together."

Opportunities will always come quietly, but they will only favor those who are prepared. Half an hour ago, an unexpected coincidence gave me the key to open that door.

"Helent came to see me? He's already waiting for me in the living room?"

When I heard the news, I was not surprised at all, after all, the news of the peace negotiation has already been obtained. If he is Bayer's envoy. Everything can be explained.

When I return to the Garden of Thorns. Just now when I walked to the corridor, what I saw was not the handsome Leng who didn't talk much, but the sad wind who was supposed to be with me, but slipped out to let the wind in. Seeing me coming, someone who was not afraid of anything was also relieved.

"Are you still uncomfortable?"

"After all, it is a high-ranking dragon clan. Although I know it's nothing, I still feel uncomfortable instinctively."

I nodded thoughtfully, although half-dragon people are called half-dragons. But in fact, it is only a small amount of dragon blood and the creation of intelligent races under mysterious magic. If it is placed in the ranking of the entire dragon race, it is probably a lower class than the inferior dragons with low intelligence, and they can only be used as servants and slaves by nature.

However, the origin of the half-dragon people in the underground world is that they are all slaves of the colored dragons, and were even created by the dragons because of this. The Helent in front of me is the blue dragon race among the colored dragons, and it is also a high concentration that may transform into a giant dragon in the future. Pure blood, the difference between the two sides in the dragon sequence is huge, Beifeng will naturally feel very uncomfortable.

"Why did I ask you to be the receptionist? Isn't this asking Pleasant Goat to receive Big Big Wolf and sheep to receive Bad Wolf?"

'Probably because I think that as a holy rank, I am the most suitable to receive. I didn't expect it myself, even if my strength has risen. The suppression of the blood became even more serious. However, that kid gave me a special feeling, like facing Master Einmethius. "

"Xiao Hong? With the blood of the Dragon Queen, it's no wonder that she can become the deputy head of the Dragon Knights at such a young age."

shook his head. Focusing on the Duke of Dragonriders who was still resting in the living room, his fair face was full of wind and frost, his hood and armor were still covered with wind sand, and there were some silver threads on his young forehead. Since breaking up in Dreamland Forest, his life has not been good.

"I bring a piece of news. I want to meet the Truth Council now, but they are said to be in a secret meeting. Can you introduce me?"

As soon as we met, he got up directly and said in a hurry, his tone seemed to be a little anxious.

‘Don’t worry, speak slowly if you have something to say. "

But now Helente's pupils are staring blankly, as if he just received some stimulation, and immediately activated an memory crystal without any patience.

"This is what an adult asked me to tell you."

The circulation of magic power turned into ripples of magic power on the table, forming a blurred scene in midair.

It was a deserted land, the sky was gray, the ground was gray, and all life was stained with a layer of depression.

But what attracts the attention is the towering statues. They have different postures, some standing with a sword, some sitting cross-legged reading, or roaring at the sky, but the same, they are incredibly strong bodies , and a handsome face like a classical hero.

Their existence here is the truth, just like the eternal reality.

But here, there are not only these giant sculptures, but beside the feet of the giant sculptures, small stone figures wake up from their deep sleep, shake off their bodies, and turn into fleshy bodies.

When the perfect blockade constructed by the four elements was broken and the space blockade was lifted, they also woke up from the long sleep,

The little stone men woke up from their deep sleep. They seemed to know what they were going to do. They just picked up earth and rocks and turned them into stone weapons. They just used their ancestors' bodies as ladders to climb upwards. Ants crawling along the web of the human body.

But their climbing was not smooth, often before they even reached their knees, they were suddenly attacked by flying "mosquitoes" and fell down again.

"What's this? A sculptural battle between ants and mosquitoes?"

Hearing this, Helen smiled wryly.

"Those ants are giants, um, ancient giants with a minimum of ten meters or more, and those mosquitoes are giant dragons. Those sculptures of giant titans, giant titans are about to wake up!"

Yes, these "little stone figures", which are not as big as the toes of giant sculptures, are giants in the mouths of other races, and this is like a game between ants and mosquitoes, an epic battle between giants and dragons.

After a little comparison, the indomitable sculptures are the legendary Titans who can wrestle with the gods.

When the balance of the elements was disturbed, the exile's four-element seal also lost part of its power, so the silver race of that seal returned.

"The attacking sleeping giants are back!" (To be continued...)

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