The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

The capital of the moon, the capital of the Saint Horn Empire, and the birthplace of Elf Queen Affina I.

It was chosen by the elves as a land of hope for revival, and it naturally has its unique natural advantages. She is located in the core area of ​​the magic forest, the Fallen Star Forest. With years of operation, it has built a large number of magic pools and magic traps.

As a child of nature, the forest has a very special meaning to the elves.

The dense forest has always been the most solid ally of the elves. Centaurs, forest dwarves, and natural creatures vassalized by the elves live in it. In the forest of falling stars, there are also the extremely rare moon spirits in this world.

They are elves, but they are not elves. Only the strongest warriors and mages of the elves can leave their souls in this forest at the end of their lives. This forest itself is a special realm, a pure soul Here you will be wrapped in starlight, and eventually you will turn into an undead warrior with starlight shining.

Well, according to the necromancer, this is a kind of undead creature, but the elves think it is another form of existence of the ancestor heroic spirit, let me say... Isn't the heroic spirit still an undead creature!

They often appear suddenly in the dark, patrolling the border of the forest, punishing those poachers and intruders, and turning into starlight again in the moonlight, their strength is amazing in the forest.

But this is just the regular defensive force of the Falling Star Spirit...

In the past, the security of the Moon City was carried out quietly in the silent forest, but now, the tranquility here has long been broken, and there are busy scenes everywhere.

In the past, in the dark night, only the moonlight and the sound of insects could be tasted in the forest. There are white-robed priests and druids escorted by guards everywhere, and they pick towering trees with a long history amidst the hostility of the Moon Spirit.

Old oaths and poems repeated, in a strange white light. In the swaying of the earth, countless broken mud and gravel turned into dust, the tree man stood up, his roots turned into giant feet, and the canopy turned into the top of his head. In the entire forest, there are ancient war trees that can move and fight everywhere. .

The whole forest came alive. The towering treants stood up one by one, they didn't need anyone to command them. He walked forward slowly with heavy steps, but the steps were heavy and vicissitudes, but his sighs were full of sorrow.

"...Even if you can survive the catastrophe, the Fallen Star Forest will be over."

The young white-robed Druisal looked at the powerful "giants". The sound of their footsteps was enough to create an earthquake, but he himself shed tears.

A treant who can turn into an ancient tree of war,

It is equivalent to completing the evolution of intelligent creatures from plants. Even with the enlightenment of druids, it is an old tree that has carried thousands of years.

Even if the Forest of Fallen Stars can be traced back to the era of the Elf Empire, considering the losses in the war, such old trees are limited, and are now summoned by druids and natural priests. But it is an army composed of nearly ten thousand trees, so let alone a hundred-year-old tree. Even the trees of those decades were taken out and used.

The Treant summoned in this way is not only low in intelligence, but also impossible to become a complete Treant. Without the supply of the earth, the lifespan will soon come to an end, and such a loss will never be made up.

Vast tracts of forest are dying. The behavior of extracting the power of nature to forcibly cultivate war trees obviously violates all natural teachings. It even forced this ancient forest to enter the doomsday ahead of time. Many druids and natural priests shed tears. I am afraid that even if they survive the catastrophe, they will never be restless in their next life. Regression in strength is inevitable. Sin and suicide are all to be expected.

Fortunately, this is the forest of the moon elves. If the wood elves live in harmony with the forest, I am afraid they would rather perish the whole family than force the forest to perish... But looking at it from another perspective, if it is really a forest of wood elves, then the ancient There are also a lot of trees and natural creatures. The fear of their lives being threatened will make the forest take the initiative to fight for them, and there is no need to forcefully cultivate tree people.

In the large-scale battle sequence of the elves, treants and ancient war trees are extremely important. The elves are rich in spellcasters and archers, but even the famous Silver Moon Ranger among the elves is more good at relying on agility as a weapon. The master's fighting style, head-on head-on to stop the enemy's powerful units is at a disadvantage.

The lack of meat shields... or powerful cannon fodder, is an obvious defect of the elves since ancient times. This defect is not obvious in small-scale battles, but it is exposed time and time again on the big battlefield, no matter whether it is human impact. The extremely powerful cavalry charge, or the bloody melee of the orc berserkers, caused the elves to be pierced through the battle formation inexplicably countless times, and finally lost the war, and they could only feel sad.

All the fighters in the front row fell, and the shooters and mages in the back row were just waiting to be harvested, no matter how strong they were.

The elves are accustomed to using summoned creatures, vassal races, and treants as human shields, but the combat effectiveness and fighting will of these cannon fodder are really worrying. The only reliable treants and ancient war trees require a lot of resources and time. Cultivation, let alone one death, has the fatal flaw of extremely slow movement speed.

In previous wars, many enemies of the elves either shifted the battlefield or bypassed the defense line of the tree people, easily ignoring the powerful defense capabilities of the ancient tree of war, but this time it is certain that the defensive battle and positional warfare, the ancient tree of war Might be able to play a big role.

But now that the moon elves forcibly catalyze the ancient war tree, it is tantamount to cutting off the war potential for hundreds of years in the future. Of course, if they don't go all out, I'm afraid there will be no future.

It is worth mentioning that due to the consistent policy of the moon elves, foreigners are not taken seriously in their territory. Even if they are traditional vassal races, there are not many forest dwarf tribes in the forest, and there are even more centaurs who can fight melee and range. It is pitiful, and the last thing they can rely on is themselves.

If they hadn't reached a desperate situation, they would not have committed the "crime" that was destined to offend all druids and wood elves.

Suddenly, a mountain wall trembled, and the gray soil fell like raindrops. In the next moment, that pitch-black mountain wall turned into a black treant covered in mud.

This treant was hundreds of meters high, just after he was born and opened his domain, the entire sky was covered with dark clouds, and a storm began to fall.

Countless raindrops moistened his dry trunk, and the mud all over his body was also washed away. The dark green sprouts grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the closed pupils opened, but they were full of sad silver light.

"...'Bulwark of Desperation'? Wasn't he fatally injured in the Eternal Night War more than a hundred years ago? 'Dragon Iron Guardian', Ain's Anchor", why do they all wake up? Are they not going to live? "

With the mournful cry of the elder Treant, each of the legendary Treants woke up from their long sleep to welcome their fate and end.

Druisar looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief. This was not a treant who had been forcibly catalyzed, but an elder who had been severely injured in the past war. No amount of outstanding natural sacrifices could heal their wounds. They can only continue their lives through long sleep, waiting for the day when the miracle will come, but now they are all awakened one by one, probably because they realize that the miracle did not come in the end, but the last moment has arrived first.

"The Forest of Falling Stars is completely over..."

Hundreds of druids and priests surrounded him, and the green and white lights that symbolized healing flickered on the elder tree man, but I'm afraid it could only help him temporarily extend his dying life.

"No! The elders will not be active for long, and they are awakened at this time. Could it be that the tide of magic is coming soon?"

Druisar looked at the sky in disbelief. The dark midnight above his head had been broken, but the moonlight guiding the Moon Elf was covered by dark clouds. There were countless cracks in the space, and those cracks were constantly spreading. But the chaotic breath that brought destruction has already flowed out from it.

A wild wolf touched those auras, and twisted into a purgatory mad wolf covered in filth and tumors, and pounced directly on its kin, while more chaotic auras fell, and a large number of wild beasts turned into dangerous purgatory monsters.

"The intelligence is true, the jihad has begun..." (to be continued)