Lord Witch, please don't resurrect me again!

Lord Witch, please don't resurrect me again!Author: Wen Erliang Milk Tea

Every time Leoric dies accidentally, he can add a skill point, so he gets stronger and stronger through repeated deaths.Suddenly one day, he realized that he was too strong, so strong that no one could kill him.

For this reason, he must plan a grand death!

Chapter 1: Magnificent!Leoric

The autumn wind was bleak, and Leoric was standing on the post with a spear in his hand, thinking about various chores in his mind.

Am I unlucky, or lucky?

This is the tenth year that Leoric has traveled to this world. Ten years ago, when he was staying up late reading a book, he suddenly felt dizzy. In the blink of an eye, he had time-traveled.He also changed from a junior student to a ten-year-old boy named: Leoric.Putting aside the matter of the same name as the Skeleton King for the time being, let’s get straight to the point.

He now has a mysterious power, a superpower...or just cheating.Every time he dies unexpectedly, he can enter a place called "Library of Truth", and then get a tome containing "Truth".It is very cost-effective to exchange a life for a book of truth.

Therefore, he must always die.

Leoric's current situation is somewhat troublesome, and it can even be said that he has reached a crossroads of fate.

He joined the Northern Expedition three months ago, and because he fought bravely without fear of death, he was promoted to the head of the guard.Now he is standing in front of the general's big tent and guarding the gate.At this time, in the general's big tent, there were quarrels and roars from the crowd.

The grown-ups are in a bad mood, and it's only natural.Because General Akkad's Northern Expeditionary Army fought fiercely for three months, but failed to break through the fortress in front of them.

Wild Wolf City, a majestic city on the frontier of the barbarians, faces the Trident River to the east and valleys and mountains to the west, guarding the vast northern plain. It is whether the city can be captured.

"Bang!" There was the sound of slapping the table in the tent, the muffled sound of fists and the screams of people, and it seemed that a fight had started--this is not unusual, the literati in the parliament can perform all-out martial arts, the general We can't avoid hands-on meetings.

The surrounding soldiers all cast worried glances at the big tent, but Leoric was not in a hurry, thinking: let them quarrel for a while.

It's almost time for my debut.

……

Arkad Shell pressed his hands on the table, panting heavily.

This is an old man with a broad frame. If you just look at his back under the cloak, you will feel that he is a strong and mighty military general, but if you look at him from the front, you can see his deep-set eye sockets, old face, and skinny Huge palm.

"After the discussion just now, it seems that you have given up on attacking the city?" the old man said with a gloomy face.

At this time, an old soldier whispered: "I'm afraid we won't be able to take down Wild Wolf City."

General Akkad did not speak.

Then, an old soldier said: "Indeed, we originally planned to surprise the Wild Wolf City, but...for some reason, the news leaked out, and this surprise attack will be a surprise. It is about the same as us, maybe even 2000 more than us. Since ancient times, it is difficult for the siege party to break through the city without three or five times the strength. Now we not only have no numerical advantage, but also disadvantages. The instrument is not sophisticated enough, this..."

"Are you done?" said the general, glaring at him.

"It's over." The man took two steps back, and his heel hit the chair leg, making a harsh noise.

Another blond man shouted: "Akkad, you can't do it yourself!" The guy was wearing more gorgeous armor than anyone else, with a sword with a hollow scabbard on his waist, and shiny gold inlaid on his boots. The chain, as if afraid that the enemy would not see him.

"Master Milan, what's your opinion?"

The man looked arrogant and said: "There is no such war! This is to send our people to die. I read "Siege Fortified Theory" that siege warfare should..."

"I've also read that book. It says that if you want to attack the city, the attacker needs ten times the food, ten times the troops, and ten times the time."

"Yup!"

"But we don't have these things, Sir Milan. We have less than twice the number of people, and we still have enough food for half a month. Time is even tighter."

Sir Milan asked: "Then why are we going to the Northern Expedition? General Akkad, you are responsible for this! You are responsible for the lives of all victims!"

At this time, the old man suddenly said: "Our nation is called Exodaka, which translates into modern language as 'Plateau People'."

"Then do you know that our nation is called plateau people?"

Those young people all looked at each other in blank dismay, only Warlord Shia's expression changed, with a painful expression.

The old general continued: "Because we lived on the plateau in the north 200 years ago."

"But then the savages, barbarians, and demons marched south. We couldn't fight them, so we had to flee south. So now the plateau people live in the valleys, swamps, and jungles in the south—by the way, who of you has eczema? , or eczema? Hands up."

All raised their hands.

The old man nodded and said, "This is a disease that only occurs in the south. The damp water vapor erodes our flesh and blood, so the rash occurs."

"Our bodies are not used to it!"

"My body and soul are still longing for the northern plateau! When you stand under the cold wind, every pore on your body will breathe happily, and all the 'dampness' on your body will be as good as the one thrown into the charcoal fire Disappeared as quickly as snow."

"And now is the best time for us to recover the lost ground!" The old man slapped the table hard and roared angrily.

"At this time, the barbarian king Sosdaril and the ice demon are at war, and the main force is all in the north. If we can win this border city, then we have won the ticket to the troubled times! Next, we can use the wild wolf Use the city as a springboard to march to the north! If we can’t take down Wolf City, then we can only continue to survive in the swamp, and once the barbarian king Sosdalil frees up his hand, he will swing his troops south again!”

Sir Milan shouted: "But the barbarian king said that as long as we pay tribute every year, he will not beat us."

The old man scolded: "Idiot! That's because the barbarian king had to deal with the threats from the north and the west before, so he couldn't afford to send us an expedition! When he pacifies the demons, underground people and other rebels, then he will still need our nanny Gong? No! He will take our land directly and turn us into slaves in the stables - five years ago he was training wolf knights for swamp warfare, why? To visit our land for sightseeing ?”

"Then let me ask again, do you have any good ideas?" the old man said in a deep voice.

This time everyone expressed their opinions. Sir Milan said that he could wait for reinforcements, but he was immediately denied by everyone, because the enemy's reinforcements came faster; The most powerful general is the brave and invincible "Bearclaw" Harlan, and there is no such general as him in the Northern Expedition Army...

Everyone was at a loss, and General Akad couldn't help sighing, and said to himself: "It seems that tomorrow I will personally lead the troops to attack the city wall."

If the Lord will personally lead people to attack the city, the morale of the army will definitely be high, but this also means that the Lord will be in danger.If Akkad was 30 years younger, it might still work. At that time, he was the kingdom's leading warrior, able to pull the "giant longbow", run in heavy armor, and wrestle with giant tusks.But now as long as there is a gust of cold autumn wind, he can have sore knees and trembling calves. In this case, asking him to go to the front line is to die.

Once the general of the Northern Expedition died, the battle was completely lost.

The old general is also very aware of this matter, but he has no choice - either win or die, even if he dies on the battlefield, it is better than being a subjugated slave when he gets old.

This is the best home for me, he thought.

At this moment, a voice came from the door.

Suddenly, a young and powerful voice came from the door of the tent.

"General, please allow me to make bold suggestions to help you break through the city."

Everyone looked towards the door, only to see a guard standing there with a handsome face and a resolute expression.

"Who are you?" Arkad asked.

"Your newly appointed bodyguard, Leoric." He bowed and saluted, and said again: "Please listen to my strategy, my lords."

Chapter 2: Please don't prevent me from dying

General Akkad looked at the young man.He doesn't have gorgeous battle armor, nor does he have magic weapons. From head to toe, he is just an ordinary guard.It's just that there is a strange light in his firm eyes, is that wisdom?Or crazy?Or is it something else?General Akkad only remembered that Leoric was a recruit who was promoted to a bodyguard because of his bravery in battle, but he didn't know anything else.

Akad groaned, because he felt something from this young guard, but others didn't feel this way.The arrogant Sir Milan stared wide-eyed and said, "It's not for you to talk, get out!"

Leoric was not angry, but said calmly: "Since I dare to speak, it is because my wisdom is above all of you—especially you, you bald golden retriever!"

Arrogance, arrogance, and even death!A soldier without any merit or title rashly broke into the commander's tent and said such things, it was simply fatal.

But having said that, Sir Milan is indeed seriously bald, but he usually wears a hat, so no one can see it.

"I'm going to kill you!" Jazz drew his sword angrily.

"Wait!" The old general grabbed his arm. Although the old man looked thin, his big hands were still as strong as iron tongs.Sir Milan struggled for a while, and when he found that his arm was motionless, he blushed, "Hum!" and put away his weapon.

The old man looked at Leoric and laughed. He put his huge palm on Leoric's shoulder and said, "Son, you said you are smarter than us, then you'd better show it, or we These old guys won't be happy." The old man said as he pinched Leoric's shoulder lightly, and Leoric felt a sudden pain in his bones.

All eyes were on Leoric, the eyes full of hostility were like sharp needles.

Leoric said: "I have a magic scroll in my hand. I bought it from a wandering warlock a few years ago. This scroll can turn a person into air for 3 minutes. With this thing, you can pass through the city wall." .”

Magicians are rare, and only great magicians can make scrolls, so this thing is even rarer.There are only three contemporary great magicians, two are elves, and one is a demon. These people are busy "searching for the truth" all day long. How can there be an empty scroll?So no one has seen it.

Sir Milan sneered and said, "It must be fake."

Leoric immediately said: "Then if it's true, are you going to die? Thank you golden retriever!"

Sir Milan's face darkened, and he scolded: "If it's fake, are you going to die? Little bastard!"

"I die!" Leoric said with an 'oh shit you' expression.

Sir Milan blushed and stretched out his hand to draw his sword, but the general held him down again and said, "Let this young man finish first." Having seen Leoric so arrogant, plus this young man's stately appearance and handsome appearance, the old man became even more curious about him.

"Okay!" Sir Milan withdrew his weapon and muttered, "Damn it, I want to see what you can do."

So Leoric continued: "Wild Wolf City is surrounded by land on three sides, but the east side is bordered by rivers. Because of the river as a natural moat, the enemy's defense and detection on the east side are relatively lax, and the city gates here are also relatively loose. Different from the other three sides, because it is a waterway, it is a hanging gate controlled by iron chains. As long as the iron chains can be cut, the city gates will open immediately. This scroll can send a person into the city. As long as this person cuts the iron chains, then... "

Suddenly someone said: "No, this is too idealized."

It was a woman's voice, and it sounded neat and crisp, not inferior to a man's.Everyone couldn't help but looked towards the voice, there was a female general wearing a silver shirt.

This is Sia Rekui, the current Overseer, the second in command of the Northern Expedition.

There are many points worthy of attention on Shia, such as her tall figure, sharp features, beautiful appearance but murderous look... But no matter from which angle people appreciate her beauty, their eyes will always fall on Shia's big eyes. on long legs.

That's really conspicuous - Warlord Shia's legs are well-proportioned, slender and straight, her legs are not as slender as a noble lady, nor as thick as a peasant woman, they are plump between fat and thin.Moreover, the rider should have strong legs, as hard as marble, but strangely, her legs were soft.Shia's left thigh was tightly bound with a leg ring, which was used to place sharp weapons. The leg ring bit into her soft skin and was sunken inside.

No amount of ink can be spent enough to describe these legs.The famous bard "Lancer, Enemy of the Widow" once admired Shia's legs: I don't know what the most painful way to die in the world is, but I know that the most beautiful way to die in the world , I must have been pinched to death by Shia's thigh!

But then again, no one in the Northern Expedition dared to touch her, firstly because she was the daughter of Duke Wolfe, and secondly because she was a first-class swordsman, she was proficient in one-handed swords and great swords, and could withstand five swords alone. A man who once rode against each other and cut off the head of the wolf knight leader.So far she hasn't talked about marriage, or had any scandal...

Cough, let's get down to business.

The general asked, "Xia, what do you think?"

Shia said: "First, we don't know if this scroll is effective?"

Leoric said: "You can ask the scholars in the army to appraise it, it will definitely work."

Shia didn't even look at him, and continued: "Secondly, even if the scroll is valid, how do you use it to cut the iron chain of the hanging door?"

Leoric said: "I know that the general has a sword, which is a holy relic left by the king of the northern border. This weapon cuts iron like mud, and it will surely cut the iron chain."

General Akkad laughed. He put his left hand on the hilt of his waist and said, "Indeed, my sword can cut even the keel, not to mention the iron chain."

Shia frowned, stared at Leoric and said, "Then you asked General Akkad to cut the iron chain?"

Leoric shrugged and said, "Of course not, the general is too old..."

"Then you go?" She asked Leoric loudly.

Leoric said, "Nonsense! Who will I go?"

"Huh?" Shia blinked her beautiful eyes, seemingly unaware of the answer.

But the general laughed—others were too young to understand what Leoric was doing, but this wise old man had already realized one thing: Leoric, this guy never The moment you walk in the door, life and death are on the line.

Shia was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "You idiot, fighting in reality is different from the bard's story, do you think you can survive doing such a thing? Even if you are lucky enough to open the city gate, you will be killed in an instant. You will be hacked to death! You won’t be able to wait for our reinforcements, do you understand?” This time her tone was much softer, more like persuading an ignorant young man than asking angrily.

Leoric nodded, then he picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip, and then "crack!" smashed the glass to the ground hard, causing everyone's scalps to go numb.

"Lord Overseer, although I have only been in the army for half a year, I have killed people and seen blood. Otherwise, why would the general promote me as a camp guard?"

"Uh..." Shia was stunned for a moment, and at the same time Leoric continued: "Yes, my qualifications are not as good as everyone present, but my courage is not inferior to anyone. What the general said in the tent just now, I am I could hear clearly at the door, and I knew that the plateau people were now at the critical point of life and death. If the wolf city is broken, our nation can continue to survive. In the future, the children may be able to regain their homeland and return to the northern plateau; if defeated, We will perish.”

Leoric lowered his head, looked at the shattered cup on the ground, and said with a heavy expression: "So for the soldiers, I have no choice, right? If I can break the city, then the plateau people's children can still survive; If I run away, I will die in the end, and I will die in shame!" He clenched his fists, "My lords, what do you think?"

Everyone was silent, General Akad looked at the young man in front of him, and sighed: "Sure enough, the plateau people have no shortage of warriors. With young people like you, the future is bright."

At this moment, Sir Milan blushed and said, "He...he must be a liar! General, if you give him your sword, he will definitely take your sword to join the enemy! Don't trust him."

"No, it's true what he said," said Arkad.

"General?" Sir Milan looked at Akkad.

General Akkad said to everyone: "First of all, the scroll in his hand is real, I can guarantee it." The old man has seen the real magic scroll and knows this kind of magic.

"Then it doesn't mean that he is..."

"Secondly, I have seen him fight with my own eyes. He is very brave." The general recalled the scene when Leoric attacked the city with him earlier. Enmity is the same.How could such a brave person betray at a critical moment?The old man has been fighting for so long, and he thinks that he is still very accurate in judging people.

"Then... I am brave in fighting." Sir Milan said in a low voice.

The general smiled and said, "So you won't rebel, right?"

"This..." Jazz was speechless.

Then the general untied his sword, handed it to Leoric, and said, "Son, I am old and I am not worthy of such a good sword. Now I will give it to you." The old man looked at the young man, His eyes were kind, as if looking at his own children and grandchildren, "This is the holy relic of the king of the northern border, named 'Giant Butcher'. The man used it to kill three ice giants successively, and established the 50th anniversary of the northern border. Years of peace... Take him, and the courage of the King of the North will be with you."

"Wait!" Shia shouted suddenly.

"Shia?"

Shia stepped forward, grabbed the scabbard of "Giant Butcher", and said, "Let me do it."