The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

"Actually, at first I wanted to be a white coat like a snow, to go to the swordsman like the wind. Later, what was wrong, why the style of the painting would be like this..."

The robes bought from the town did not even undergo enchantment, the protective effect was almost zero, and the effect of applying the gain was even more unthinkable. It was very uncomfortable to wear on the body.

The only role of this cheap black robe is probably to be able to just set off the identity of its evil necromancer. The result is too good. I can't say anything good.

"Oh, this crying is like going to the slaughterhouse."

Probably I was too ferocious to start, maybe in the transformation of the undead, the Sinker boy was called too bad, and the result was that I was the one to save people, but the villagers were divided into fears, and some women and children still Constantly crying, as if he suffered a more tragic fate.

At this time, in addition to lamenting that the reputation of the Necromancer is too bad, I can only complain that the style of painting is wrong.

"Swordsman in a snowy white coat? Isn't that a cannon fodder? Your original goal in life is cannon fodder,"

"Wait, how can the White Swordsman be cannon fodder?"

The spit of the dead cat made me feel more and more wrong. What happened to the image of the knight in my mind?

"The large-scale one-handed swords, the two-handed swords, and the armor-free ones, only the serfs who pulled the Dingla, gave them the cheapest and simplest swords, two-handed swords, and then matched them. The wooden shield helmet that blocks the arrows forces them to be cannon fodder. The blunt sword chain without armor can not be opened, and the protection without armor is the target for the opponent to brush the head. That is not what the cannon fodder is."

Dead cats are a bit crazy. And I also caught some of the rules. It seems that I use Necromancer every time. Or if she gets a snake magic breakthrough in this area, she will be more excited, it seems that this proves the strength of her mentor from one side.

"According to my many years of experience, militiamen who have received a little training on the battlefield will bring a bamboo pole as a long gun. At least the attack distance is longer, and the battlefield survival rate can be much higher. As long as those are forced to consume the enemy's physical strength and magic. The cannon fodder will only be equipped with a single sword. It will be sent to the battlefield."

Although I know that she is hitting me with malicious intentions, I will think a little bit about it. According to the common sense of the world, this is indeed true.

In modern cities, the progress of chemical industry has made the color of clothing extremely common. However, in the middle ages, dyes can only be extracted from minerals and plants, which is quite troublesome. In the world of Aixi, the technology in this area has just sprouted. It was monopolized by alchemists and used to make huge profits.

Although dye technology is now in the hands of business people. The price of the dye is not too expensive, but it is also an expense.

Aristocratic clothes are always colorful and gorgeous. Those colorful animals and mythological carvings are not only decorative, but also a symbol of their race and status. They are big businessmen and always wear colorful costumes. Their own wealth, that is, civilians will also have a few colored costumes during the festival period, as long as those who have nothing to do, will wear white clothes that are not colored.

Among all the weapons, there are many similar swords in the shape and ability of the kitchen knife. The materials are small, the blade is at least a little bit of damage, and the entry is easy... at least not hurting oneself, naturally it has become The first choice for cannon fodder.

With the description of the dead cat and my own brain, the image of the swordsman in the white fluttering in my mind, inexplicably replaced by a dark-faced peasant soldier, his face is dark and traces of the field work, although the body is strong but The face is full of laughter, all the joy of harvest, but there are dozens of patches on the body without dyed clothes, but I can’t bear to throw it away. The white shoes that are washed are all muddy, and the kitchen knife wrapped around the waist is inserted in a big radish. In the mean, lest you accidentally hurt yourself.

"Yes, yes, this image is simply vivid, or the imagination of young people is rich."

"...Hellois, it's you, see my big cat ball!"

The cat ball throwing that has not been used for a long time is re-enabled, and the neck of the dead cat is thrown vigorously. "I will come back, hey!" The shouting is still echoing in my mind, but the person has turned into a meteor.

"Call, the activity is a bit, and the mood is much better."

After such a hustle and bustle, my more depressing mood is a little better. Perhaps this is the way the dead cat cares about people.

The Necromancer is not to be seen, and it is not necessary to say more. In most of the legends, it is a proper villain, but the person who has just saved the person is still staring at the murderer. It really makes people feel a bit uncomfortable.

Perhaps it was a corpse after the Holocaust. The scenes of the corpses of the bandits seemed to make Catalina very uncomfortable. Seeing my eyes became more and more strange, people had already shrunk completely behind Barton. .

"...Do you think I can't throw you out?"

"The goddess of no exercise! You think I can't cure you.... Be careful, I will go to the adult publications overnight!"

"I, I, I am with you, I will go to see the Goblin Playboy! The base version! Hey, those little things hold together... Hey."

Thinking of the posters I saw by chance, the incomprehensible discomfort made me bow down.

I finally won, but the inexplicable sorrow is in the chest, as if I accidentally lost something important, is it an exercise? Is it the lower limit? Still a pure straight man's last dignity?

"Master, I have left a signal, ‘all goes well, the deal tonight is going well in the old place’.”

And a strong voice, let me focus on the one-eyed man in front of me.

Compared with his life, his appearance has not changed much, but his skin color has become dark. There is an inexplicable atmosphere around you. What is invisible under the skin is being twisted. In the one-eyed one left, the pupil has disappeared, and the remaining eyes have a black cross scar, which is very scary.

"How is the conversion of the Dark Ranger?"

"The arm strength has nearly doubled, the physical strength has no end, the visual acuity has increased by four or five times, and the dark magical technique needs time to adapt. It is just these. It is not difficult to kill three of them before."

It seems that I am very satisfied with the power I have now. Sink does not seem to be dissatisfied with the appearance of the child who can scare and cry now, and I nod.

"Don't do too much, you lose your sense of pain and exhaustion. It doesn't mean your muscles will not be damaged or tired. The structure of the half-dead is perfect. I don't like the experimental product No. 2 has not yet got enough. The experimental data is inexplicably violent."

Experiment No. 2? Of course, as a top-level undead mage, this full of resentful soul and quasi-legendary flesh is in front of you. How can I show my technique if I just convert it to a dead spirit? Compared with the purely dead spirit, the half-lived and half-dead have many defects of the living, but they retain the most enviable growth potential of the dead spirits. The second half of the dead, based on a quasi-legend, can go where. One step I am very expecting.

the second? The dead cat that has just been thrown out is the first one, but in order to guarantee the success rate, the experimental prototypes are all cost-free, and even the resources such as the gods are smashed down, plus the golden princess and the ordinary human soul of the natural undead. The huge difference, the place where Sink and Hellois are close, is probably only the principle of the conversion ceremony.

Ah, this is because the first machine is generally open, the second machine is generally unlucky to get home, inexplicably took the lunch, the mass production looks very mighty, but often after the high-profile debut, suddenly become the cannon fodder for the collective lunch. And the roots of the miscellaneous soldiers? It turns out that this world is actually the world of RMB players? Everything is more than the difference in resources. It seems that I have learned the truth without knowing it.

Cough, get down to business, for me, the hateful Sink is indeed a very useful tool, even to take into account his emotions, I let those "fast knife group" robbers into the soil.

"Don't you have the new toy, can't you see those broken items?"

"Dead cat, just came back and want to fly?"

Although I said in my mouth that it is a denial, in fact, the heart has already defaulted to the speculation of Herois. Indeed, compared with Sink, a few zombies and scorpions are not on the table.

And there are not many limited heroes. From the design point of view, the dark ranger Sink is a pure killing machine. The power of reinforcement is because the human body's instinct limit to the body is removed, and the pure power is at least three times that of the original. Above, and no pain.

Although his heart is still beating, it is not his vitality. The core of the brain is the one that ignites the soul of the undead monarchy, which gives him the possibility to use dark magic and magic. And the energy of the gain can supplement and heal his constantly injured body, giving him endless vitality and physical strength. The result of the combination of life and death is this killing body with unlimited potential.

Of course, the combination of life and death will also create a series of side effects and conflicts, and it will not collapse at that time, but before that, it should give enough power to the Avengers and leave me more useful. Data.

Give him two years, he should be able to play the power of the ordinary holy order, but considering the possible battles and conflicts, the national opponents that may be faced, I need more.

The eyes are swept away on those corpses, and it is best to give up helplessly. As the dead cat said, these mortal bodies, which are not even silvery, are only remnants, and have no special blood and abilities. Wasting time, if it is made into a stitching blame, it is also too eye-opening, and a golden step on the head, it will also attract the hostility of many living people.

Finally, I turned my attention to those who are chatting, those mercenaries and the northern trio.

"It seems that we still have to find a solution from the living."

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When Roland was still worried about the lack of a trump card in his hand, it was already a busy scene in the Kahn Knights.

One level was sealed in the passage into the mountains. The armed royal soldiers were serving as guards. Anyone close to them would be driven away. The mountain people who depended on the mountains to eat the mountain could only find another way during this time.

In the face of the unknown threat, Dagong’s second son, Link, was only a young man who completed the adult ritual and won the title of Earl, but he immediately set off without impulsiveness.

As a mage, he can understand how cumbersome the sage civilization is, and what kind of possibility is there. He knows that intelligence is likely to be leaked out, so he only has one chance, so he must grasp it.

After half a month, when the second batch of reinforcements including engineering experts and Royal Juggernaut arrived, it was his time to leave. In his plan, no matter which country learned the information was taken directly. Action will be slower than him for at least half a month.

But he did not know, and he had the same purpose, as well as his father's mortal enemy, the treasurer sent by the Marquis of Tariq, and they have been watching around, and it is possible to forcibly break through the blockade at any time.

Of course, he couldn't possibly know that the knight lord, who seemed to be obedient to loyalty, was actually secretly planning how to let "His Royal Highness" die in a disaster.

More unfortunately, it is a broomstick that has come to the scourge that has come. He is also eyeing the remains of the sage civilization, and he himself is already in this not-so-big territory! (To be continued, please search for astronomical literature, the novel is better updated faster!

Ps: Well, at the beginning of the month, I have no choice but to ask for a monthly ticket. The bookmates with monthly tickets support it.

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