The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

Bayer’s battlefield is not the whole of the world. Although the news of the continuous decline of the main gods has made people fall into the eye, other news areas have also heard new news.

Among the many intelligences, the most eye-catching is probably the "Sidi battle, the undead army of the ectopic plane raided the trolls, helping the San Antonio human defenders to win the battle."

In the report, "These undead claimed to be the legacy of the ancient human empire. Now they are returning to the plane, building the capital of northern Iceland, and have established formal diplomatic relations with the Northern Alliance."

At this time, Sandru and other undead emperors finally made a choice and decided the location of the station.

The extreme north of Iceland, which they say in their mouths, is actually not geographically named. It is the northern part of the continent that goes further north. It crosses the icy ocean. There is indeed a continent, but because of the extreme Temperature, probably only where polar bears and snow monsters can settle.

"And Adam, he and the indigenous Snow Trolls are simply a family."

Slightly mentioning the glasses, Margaret's words are calm, but I can feel the resentment. It seems that the trip to the North of the previous period did not leave any good impression on her.

However, it is not a sense of direction to get lost to the glacier continent of the north. It is a curse.

The return of Margaret and Adam also gave me a sigh of relief. It is always a good thing to have trustworthy comrades around me, and with the support of the Alliance.

When Margaret arrived, he began to invest in heavy rescue work. At this time, Adam was uncharacteristic. He was boring and boring, and he was bowing a feather broom that looked extravagant.

But we all know that this is just an illusion.

".........that, Adam, can you do something? Yesterday Arthur’s ambassador has already complained to me. Even if the angels have more feathers, they will always be bald."

"Just warm up. I can't stand it when I think of the next big battle! It's rare to meet such a high-quality opponent, and don't worry about accidentally killing......... Well, I should definitely go looking for an angel to warm up! I went there and didn't come back to dinner at noon."

The more excited the more, the flames rose from his head. It seemed that he was always looking for angels for three days, and then he hurried out.

If I didn't receive a report, I said that there were rare auctions such as "The Angel Feather Fan" and "The Tears of the Angels" in the tower black market in the cloud. I almost believed it.

As for a poor man who suddenly has money, and generously wiped out some sort of news like the book market, I can’t control this boring thing, just hand it to Margaret. The red light burning that night was really bright, and a man’s desperate screaming “My collection” was indeed sympathetic. Many married male compatriots left tears of the same illness.

More pitiful, probably he thought that the new collection was found to be just an accident, but he still intends to resell the rarities of high-end angel feathers and replenish it... not to come back to dinner at noon? I am in a hurry to replenish the goods at noon.

"Really, now I am fighting, can you be serious, the market has just returned to normal supply, and you started selling these?"

I am still considering whether it is necessary to perform the duties of the members of the parliament to investigate these messy businessmen, but the corner of the eye sees that Margaret’s mouth is twitching? Is this a smile? Margaret actually laughed so happy? Ok, they are all seen through, Adam, take care of yourself.

Forget it, I don't remind him either. When you are depressed, you should be happy when you look at the jokes.

angel? Yes, today's Cloud Tower has been stationed in the high-ranking angels of the two legions. Although they are really annoying in a certain sense, as a temporary comrade, it is still very reassuring.

While we are actively preparing for the battle, the battlefield in front of us has not returned to calm. At this step, Cavens is equal to declaring war on the whole world, and the conspiracy of the deceased is already in front of us.

As a party, we have not had time to express anything. The Lord of Light, as the "dominant world", can’t help it anymore. It’s the most serious challenge to be bombed. The “opening the door” directly threatens the order of the whole world. This is for him. In terms of mechanical thinking, it is already the highest level of threat.

Thus, the Lord of the Holy Light of the non-personal God gave up all the restraints without hesitation, the gods of the Holy Light and the descendants of the angels, and the angelic corps was thrown into the battlefield for more than a thousand years. The savings have all fallen.

There is no possibility of an armistice in the chaotic space created by the desolation of the gods. The Holy Light and the Angels have not hesitated to invest in this chaotic battle zone, and as the cloud fortress near the battlefield, the Holy Light is also sent out. Two top-level battle groups and dozens of affiliated war groups have settled in. There are more than 30,000 scattered angels. The gods who led the team made Arthur seem to be a historically famous legend.

As for whether these two top-level war groups are protecting cloud fortresses or deterring us from "the heresy can't be moved", everyone knows.

This obviously touched on the dignity of the Masters, but I convinced other Members to accept their entry. After all, this time and the head of the Light of the Light are contradictory, in case the mechanical logic thinks Anne", turning the gun to attack us, we are in trouble.

Besides, such a cherished single-cell hitter is hard to come by, even if they let them explore the road is a good thing, a little endurance for a few days.

The result is that every morning you can see angels flying overhead. These guys really regard themselves as the masters of the city, completely ignoring the moral bottom line of the wizards.........cough, so it is patrolling. The low-order angels are steadily disappearing at a very uniform rate, and the high-order angels often encounter the challenges of the mighty inexplicable, making the Arthur gods busy every day.

In the end, it was the experimental product that became the crazy mad madman. It still fell into the black market.... In fact, considering the full supply and falling prices, I have some angel servants who want a cheap and beautiful thing. Although there is no feeling, some regrets. But no feelings mean that you will not be lazy and will not have to work hard. It is also very eye-catching and good for long-term labor.

But recently, Arthur made me complain to me every day. Once I hit it.......... At this critical moment, I still don’t provoke new diplomatic events.

"You can ask Adam to buy one for you, and you can take a joke at the same time."

The words of Herois gave me a glimpse, then I laughed and raised my thumb. I offered thirty-two praises for this proposal.

I began to write letters directly to bring the magic to Adam, and the special letter paper that would be self-destructive.

"....... My friend, please be sure to pick a young and beautiful angel maid, I will help you with Margaret...."

I am a person, everyone knows, never lie.

"Margaret, give a face. Let's let Adam go this time, man, there is always some fresh demand, this is not unfaithful, but normal male needs. At least, he did not buy the most recent fire. Angel slave. Liba."

".......your face? How much is it worth?"

Margaret, sneering, went out with a staff stick. It seems that my words not only did not extinguish the fire, but also poured oil. From the face, she was not far from the storm.

Ok, I have already "snapped", but unfortunately I have not dragged it, so my friend, you ask for more happiness.

"Roland, you seem to have a lot of resentment against Adam?"

"...When you are working **** the battlefield, your buddies are picking up the girls in the field, and they will tell you about their travel and leisure experiences. They say that the eyebrows are flying and they are constantly adding 'unfortunately you have not gone, or How happy would you be, what would you think?"

"……I understand."

The dead cat nodded and continued to sleep. There was only a rustle across the paper in the room.

There have been more than a dozen letters on the table, and there are letters and letters. In order to mobilize all the power on hand, I am very busy these days.

Suddenly, the dead cat looked up, and our eyes looked at the window, except because of the familiar starlight falling, but also because a person who had waited for a long time finally came.

"Sandru, since you are here, it seems that you have already made a decision (to be continued.)