The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

"Fight against the undead, especially against the Scourge led by the undead monarch, never follow the so-called 'common sense', they can easily launch raids at times and places you never thought of, the big rivers and oceans are their natural cover, and the biological forbidden zone The snow-capped mountains will not hinder them, and the wind and sand in the desert will only affect the opponent's performance. The net is worthy of your collection... Hey, it is true."

"What did the military strategist say?"

"Well, what the great military strategist Roland said was taken from my diary three hundred years ago."

This is still a place of human beings. It seems that not only the news has been leaked, but the other party has also prepared a trap.

The ear-piercing screams were still in my ears. The mages who took off their clothes and boots were in a mess. The panic of the others was understandable. It was not a good situation to encounter the enemy's sneak attack in the heavy rain .

But Heloise and I were the only ones who continued to chat leisurely while drinking hot coffee, and had no intention of leaving the comfortable carriage at all.

This is not because we are confident that we can survive the undead attack without damage, but as the rare necromancers here, we have almost judged the military strength sent by the opponent.

No matter how they concealed our perception and scouting before, but after the real attack started, the army could not hide. Under the eyes of the soul of the undead emperor, low-level undead cannot escape, and Due to the soul command relationship between the middle and high-level undead and the low-level undead, it is the basic skill of a qualified undead lord to estimate the opponent's heavy force by following the clues.

Once entering the battle, the soul network used by the undead monarch to command his subordinates will instantly reveal his position.

Of course, he can also choose to hide, but the strength of the undead army without control will be extremely reduced.

"Six undead monarchs, three are in the air, and two are following behind. Only one stunned green rushes forward, with a total force of less than 20,000, and more than 70% are skeletons and ghouls who have just converted. The meaning of this test It's too obvious."

The number of the undead army has always been bluffing, the army of one hundred thousand, the army of one million and other races have bankrupted all their fortunes. The undead can summon millions at will.

But in contrast, the low-level arms are extremely fragile. The sea of ​​skeletons without a middle-level commander is pure cannon fodder that can only consume the opponent's physical strength and magic power. If you challenge the legions of other races, it is best to bring more than ten times the number .

"...The heavy rain still affects your perception, and there is another one underground."

Hearing what Heloise said, I felt a little funny instead, I had already sensed that one.

It's just not counted as the enemy.

"That one should be a lurking death spider or something. Although it is indeed a good strategy to bury yourself first and wait for others to come to your door and then float up and attack, it seems that his luck is not very good..."

After hearing my words, Heloise continued to feel half-believingly, and then also sighed subtly.

The place where the lurker was buried is not far from us, where the dragoon phalanx passed by just now, and the hole dug out was trampled on. Coupled with the poured rainwater and mud, and then being repeatedly crushed by the steamroller-like infantry phalanx, it is probably impossible to get out completely.

And why do we know this?

"What a spineless junior. He actually started calling for help before he started fighting."

The undead's unique soul fluctuations are spreading, and the trampled undead lord-level lurker is screaming for help. He probably didn't expect to dig a hole underground to lurk himself, but would encounter a phalanx of steamrollers passing by. But I still have to wait for my companions to encircle me, so I can only endure the pain and watch the guys above my head pass by and step on them one by one.

Probably at that time, his mood should be very complicated.

Even in a state of war, our side is still relatively relaxed.

It was raining too much outside. The sound of water droplets hitting the ground was overwhelming, except for the occasional explosion. Even the sound of weapons colliding, and the commander's angry shouts that should have been heard, could not be heard at all.

It was raining too much. The field of vision is less than 50 meters, and the voice cannot be heard clearly. At this time, the commander has nothing to count on, and all depends on the quality of the individual soldiers.

In a sense, fortunately, our opponents are legions of undead, and they can be easily distinguished from each other. Otherwise, there is a high possibility of accidentally killing friendly troops. But from another perspective, if the opponent is not undead, we will not pick this time point to attack.

The eyes and ears are shielded, the command system is paralyzed, and the legion no longer organized can only fall into a situation of fighting on its own.

On the other side, most of the undead don't use the five senses to perceive the world. Their command system is the language of the soul, and they won't be affected by the rainstorm at all.

I can feel that the Royal Dragoons on the front line have already confronted the undead army, but the heavy rain has blocked all perception, unless we go closer to check the situation, otherwise we can only passively wait for the result.

The "silent" fighting was going on, and in the luxury carriage we were in, the military masters looked at each other, and finally sat down, but no one planned to go out to rescue alone.

Torrential rain will also cause troubles for mages. There may be mistakes in holding spells and casting spells, but the most terrible thing is the extreme decline in perception ability. Under the premise of being ambushed, the danger level will skyrocket.

It is one thing to worry that the heavy rain will give the assassins a chance. The root cause is simply not wanting to work for Emperor Baier and risking his life.

For the use of spellcasters, countries have their own routines, but under normal circumstances, spellcasters will not manage military affairs, and even the leader will be accompanied by a full-time officer.

Only when the help of magic power is needed, will they "ask the master for help", which shows the substantial relationship between the two parties.

Moreover, the kingdom of mages and I are both guest troops, and we acted first without the master's request, which violated the unspoken rules of joint operations.

Now that these high priests from the kingdom of mages take action, I am afraid that Bayer must personally send someone to invite them, but Bayer did not think that sending someone over is the same thing. Emperor Bayer did not want to lose face and ask his allies to take action, which is also a very likely reason.

The melee outside is still going on, and I'm still trying to perceive the situation outside. Those mages continue to play whatever they played before, and they should do what they should do.

Only this time, they obediently put on their magic robes and picked up their staffs, ready to fight at any time.

"There is one less."

And soon, in my perception, after a burst of magic power, a gargoyle lord in the air became the past tense.

"Dragon's breath? It's just a group of skeletons, Bayer has dispatched multiple dragon knights?"

Looking at the heavy rain outside, I am a little worried. If such a good ambush time is not accidental, I am afraid there is really something wrong with it. (To be continued.)

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