The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

When the teachers of the Truth Council are still diligently diligent in the conference room, the outside of the conference room is as lively as the food market.

On the marble plaza, a group of goblins and gnomes are shouting with slogans and flags, flyers and flags are scattered everywhere, and the passing people will also receive one or two leaflets.

"The protest is not guilty and the strike is justified."

"We strongly urge the Masters of the Master to upgrade the treatment of all non-human workers in the Cloud Tower. We are not without second-class workers."

"'Black Eye' Alchemy Lab closed down! The **** boss ate and drank 30,000 baht gold coins, and took his mistress, three milk, and four milk to run! Black eyes! You are not a person! Scum! Also I am hard-earned You won't have a good end! There must be retribution. Therefore, in order to raise the arrears of wages, we migrant workers took out the stock of the **** and sold it out on the floor! Don't let go of the passing!"

Well, if these goblins and gnomes are under the banner of asking for their own salary increase, it is a bit unrealistic. The goblin, which is mixed with the protesters, makes people ridiculous, but in this protest, the special meanings are mixed in it. The slogan seems to explain what the real thing is.

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

Always carrying all kinds of dangerous goods, in most people's eyes and the arms dealers undoubtedly the goblins holding this brand, it really makes people feel ridiculous.

"For & Long & Wind &}.{cf}{wx}. What war has not stopped, our soldiers are bleeding, our women are turning into widows, and our children are becoming orphans."

Although the slogan and banner are very inflammatory, they are quite ridiculous in front of the insider. Because there are no soldiers at the front line in the country of the Master. Most of the soldiers of the country of the Master. Originally those who were nominally aristocratic private soldiers, probably only in the country to maintain law and order, and now on the front line and the Dragon Knight confrontation, only the ** division.

"What are they doing?"

"Probably, it is some kind of performance art."

The little dwarfs who pulled the flags and slogans in front of the Hall of Dharma were obviously puzzling, and to be honest, I am afraid that these little men themselves do not know why they came here.

"Hey, hello. Old barrels, the guys who look at us look like fools, you are sure we have lost face here."

"Don't complain, Kevin, ten gold coins a day, just shouting slogans standing on the street, where to find such a good deal?"

Gnomish Kevin is not not satisfied with the extra rewards given by the boss. He just feels that it is a bit silly to paint his own white and handsome gnome, and then holding this green banner is a bit silly, just like the hometown Auntie is scorched and sticky. A luscious celery cake. Standing on everything is a group that sticks together, and it makes people feel bad. "You didn't see those goblins who didn't complain? They painted red that represents blood. Hey, red and green are paired together, and the goblin takes a disgusting bristled head."

"It's like a green fly that is nailed to fat!"

Putting the gnomes as a thorn to the side, but unlike the gnomes, which are not very short of money, the goblins shouting slogans can be more enthusiastic. They even patrol around, and they want their employers to see how hard they are. If you make your job happy, it is better to be able to add extra wages.

“Does this make sense? Those faculty members don’t care. Their meetings have been open for two days, and no one dares to go in and bother.”

"Then you don't understand. Our employer never does anything that doesn't make sense. He spends money to let us call out and naturally has his plans." The old gnome said that it stopped, until Xiao Kewen met and felt sad. I took out my own private cigarette pouch, filled it up and lit the pipe, and took a sip.

"Hah, what our employer wants is not that the other party does the slogan, but just expresses an opinion. ‘I know that you intend to launch a war. I am very opposed ‘or, “I know what you have hidden, I am very upset.”

"Why don't you simply rush into the conference room. Express your own demands directly. Those arcane guards should not be able to stop the boss of our family."

"There is no difference between the other and the other, but in the country of the Master, the whole parliament of the Truth is offended. Can young people use more brains. So the order given by the employer is just shouting slogans here, someone will drive us and we will go. For so long, no one has rushed us to see, the other’s answer is

"Whatever you do, we don't care. These messages must not be missed."

In the conference hall, a certain teacher said.

"Snapped."

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

"Roland, do you know what you did?"

Yes, that is me, a hapless person who is being squeezed out, a foreman with a farmer's salary to discuss his salary. It seems to be careless and serial.

But at this time, Osruwen, the truth controller of the Austrian Blade, shouted, but I knew that he was speaking instead of the Truth Council. In a sense, he was trying to shelter me, otherwise I would have to face it. I am afraid that I accidentally offended the entire Truth Council, and the enemy organization leader took the opportunity to attack.

Looking at the faces on the conference table, it’s really memorable for me, many of them are what I want to kill, or I want to kill me, at least the advertising words that I have handwritten are very Unhappy "black eyes", staring at me.

"I know that you want to hide, but if I already know, what are you going to do? Is it going to kill? Oh, let's talk about the dragons and giants."

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

"Helent came to me? He is already waiting for me in the living room?"

When I heard about this news, I was not surprised at all. After all, the news of the peace talks has already been obtained. If he is the envoy of Bayer. Everything can be explained.

When I return to the thorn garden. I just walked to the corridor and saw that it was not the cold handsome guy who had few words, but the sad wind that should have been accompanying it but slipped out of the wind. When I saw it, someone who was not afraid of it was relieved.

"You still don't feel comfortable?"

"After all, it is the upper dragon, although I know nothing, but the instinct still feels uncomfortable."

I nodded thoughtfully, and the half dragon was called a half dragon. But in reality, it is only a small number of dragon blood and wisdom races created under mysterious magic. If placed in the ranks of the whole dragons, it is probably a lower class than the intelligently low Yalong. It is only a servant and a slave.

The origins of the semi-dragon people in the underground world are all slaves of the color dragon, and even created by the dragons, and the Helen in front is the blue dragon ethnicity in the color dragon, or the high concentration that may be converted into a dragon in the future. Pure blood, the difference between the two sides in the dragon family is huge, and the sadness will naturally feel very uncomfortable.

"How come you will come to the reception? This is not to let the Pleasant Goats receive the Grey Wolf Sheep to receive the wolf."

‘Probably I think that being the holy step is the best for reception. I didn't expect it myself, even if the strength rose. The blood suppression is even more serious. However, the kid gave me a special feeling like facing Ain Meisius. ”

"Little red? The blood of the dragon's post-class is so young that he can become the deputy head of the Dragon Knights."

Shake his head. Focusing on the Duke of the Dragon Rider, who is still resting in the hall, the face of the white scorpion is full of the smell of the wind and frost. The head and the armor are also coated with sand. On the young forehead, there are more silver wires. Since he broke up in the dreamland, he has not been good.

"I brought a message. I am going to see the Truth Council now, but they are said to be referrals for me in a confidential meeting."

When he first met, he got up straight and said in a hurry. It seemed to be a little anxious in his tone.

‘Don’t worry, there’s something to say slowly. ”

But now Helen's eyes are straightforward, as if they were stimulated, the patience did not immediately start a memory crystal.

"This is also an adult who told me to tell you."

The magical cycle is turned into a magical ripple on the table, which creates a vague view in midair.

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

What attracts the attention of the eye is a towering statue. They have different postures, or stand with swords, or sit on the plate, or yell at the sky, but the same, but strong and incredible body. And a handsome face like a classical hero.

They exist here, that is, the truth, it is like the true nature of the constant.

Here, it is not just these giant sculptures, but at the foot of the huge sculpture, a small stone man wakes up from a deep sleep, shakes off his body and turns into a flesh.

When the perfect blockade of the four-element construction was broken and the space blockade was lifted, they also woke up from the long sleep.

A small stone man wakes up from a deep sleep. They know what they are going to do if they are born. They just pick up the weapons of stone and petrochemicals. They just use the body of their ancestors as the Tengti, climbing up to the top, just like The ants crawling along the human body.

However, their climbing was very unsuccessful. They often did not even reach their knees. They were suddenly attacked by the "mosquito" that flew and fell again.

"What is this? The sculptural battle between ants and mosquitoes?"

Hearing, Helen was full of smiles.

"The ants are giants, um, the ancient giants at least ten meters above, and those mosquitoes are the dragons. Those sculptured Titan giants, the Tata giants are about to wake up!"

Yes, these "Little Stone Man", who have no giant sculptures and toes, are giants in other ethnic groups, and this is like the game of ants and mosquitoes, the epic war of giants and dragons.

A little bit of contrast, the one-of-a-kind sculpture is the legendary Titan giant who is enough to wrestle with the gods.

When the balance of the elements was disrupted, the four-element seal of the exiled person also lost some of the power, and the silver race of the seal returned.

"The giants who have come to sleep are coming back!" (To be continued...)

Ps: There is still one more today, but it is estimated that it will be late, continue to ask for the annual ticket.