The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

No matter how long the night is, it will pass, and after the cold winter, it is destined to be the spring when all things recover.

But sometimes, the early morning after the long night brings not hope but despair. The world decorated with heavy snow is not always so beautiful, and sometimes, it will make those bodies that freeze to death in the long night even more shocking.

When the first ray of dawn came to an end, the people who had been fighting in the middle of the night realized that this difficult night had come to an end, but being able to see that ray of dawn was enough to be called luck favored by fate Son.

Under the frantic increase of the orc army regardless of losses, the inner city has fallen, and all human defenders have retreated to the last third line of defense, which is a temporary fortification built with sandbags and earthen walls. The last lifeline.

The catapults outside the city had already stopped firing. They couldn't maintain the accuracy of the range at such a long distance, but the vision and the cessation of heavy snow allowed the orc sky knights to fly into the blue sky again.

It seemed that the orcs had already secured the victory, but at this time, the orc king, Amon Bloodaxe, was not at all delighted with the victory, but was full of exhaustion.

"Over 70% of the warriors were lost, and countless were seriously injured. Only two of the great chiefs who went in came back, and they were all seriously injured. Among them, Lord Hamar was killed in the previous siege. Now, Lord Wen, Wolf King Sostero and Lord Lund were all killed in battle, and Lord Kagma is also missing, probably as well."

The bad news made Emon even more hesitant, but no one could blame him, because the bandage on his right arm, which had been chopped off shoulder-length, was still oozing with blood. Amon, who was missing a hand, was also badly injured.

As Warchief of the United Horde. He has no obligation to avoid fighting. In addition to his outstanding personal combat power, he was able to survive, and more, he was lucky enough.

Regardless of that era, the brutal Hong Kong battle was the deadliest and most dangerous. Legendary warriors might die suddenly in the midst of melee, and a sudden flying stone from the back could cause a holy mage to fall. The dark night and heavy snow added to the chaos.

"It's finally dawn."

Amon's exclamation made the survivors nod their heads in agreement. In night battles, those who were unlucky would go away as soon as a stray bullet was fired, and those who were a little luckier would probably be able to see their opponent before falling under the chaotic sword. .

And that cunning and cunning fox chief, Wen, is a typical example of lack of luck. He was hit by a stray bullet from his own catapult. It was his two guards who died together with him. The scene was horrible.

In fact, unknowingly, the red-eyed orcs committed a big taboo in siege warfare,

That is "never push your opponent to the point of no return".

Surrounding Three Queyi is not the patent of other worlds. Giving the opponent a possibility of escape is also a buffer for oneself not to be forced to die together by the trapped beast.

On that night, the heavy snow and the besieging orcs blocked all the escape routes. Human beings had no way to retreat. There is no value in sitting and watching your own death.

"If you still can't escape death in the end, then at least you have to fall down like a warrior, at least you can drag an opponent to die together!"

The coalition soldiers who were pushed to the limit exploded with astonishing combat power. The fear of breaking the city finally turned into hatred for the old enemy. The courage to return at the same time and the most important geographical advantage in street fighting caused the battle loss ratio of the two sides to begin to change. , the orcs suffered heavy losses.

As for the support in the rear, Emira's Death Garden is still creating death traps one after another. The human fighters who raided out of the houses can at least kill one of them. The experience of Bearman Lund is not the first, nor will it be the last. .

However, the support of the orcs has already stopped. When the battle entered the melee in the dark, their rough-style siege weapons have become a big killer, no matter what era it is, if they are accidentally killed by their allies They are the most unacceptable ways to die.

Large-scale hex and strategic magic? Using these on the premise that the visible range is less than ten meters, the chances of killing both your own and the enemy are about half.

What is even more terrible is the silent and deadly cold. In this ghostly weather where dripping water turns into ice, damage to cold-proof clothing is fatal, let alone wounds.

The extreme cold paralyzes the soldiers' sense of pain. Those small wounds that are easy to be ignored in the snow will not be infected, but the loss of blood and physical strength is the most fatal. If they are not discovered and treated in time, walking and walking There were too many people who fell down suddenly.

When the human coalition forces in the north were pushed to a desperate situation, the orcs also pushed themselves to a desperate situation. The lengthy list of the dead was extremely shocking. It can be said that there were heavy casualties. Reorganized.

Just the current loss can declare that the orcs' ambition to return to the hinterland of the Central Plains has failed. Even if they win in the end, they still need a long period of recuperation.

But if Amon and the orc were given a choice, even if they knew this unacceptable loss in advance, they would probably still make the same decision.

"Victory is just around the corner, take them down, and we will be the new masters of the Northland!"

How could the orcs let go when the crucial point of victory or defeat appeared.

However, if this strategic goal of seizing the hegemony of the North was set three months ago, I am afraid that it would be ridiculed for its lack of ambition and lack of courage. After all, at that time, the orcs were determined to return to the land of their ancestors and fight to San Antonio.

Unknowingly, the harsh facts gave the orcs a blow. Their current strategic goal is to occupy the entire northern land.

The current orcs no longer have the ambition to sweep across the human nations. Just the seemingly weak northern countries and the reinforcements from San Antonio have pushed them to this point. They have lost the courage to challenge the human super empire.

Of course, there are still some errors on this point. After this battle, all countries may re-evaluate the combat power of the Northland, especially the amazing combat power of the Duke of Donglan in this war. I am afraid that no matter how harsh it is military critic. Nor will it put the hat of a weak country on its head.

Knight Princess Renee, new era magic swordsman Four Spirit Swordsman, giant self-destruct war puppet Roland Titan, floating battleship Northern Lights, battlefield reaper Train King. One by one brand new concepts and weapons of war. It is bound to make Lan country re-emerge in the north.

Military strength also represents the right to speak in diplomacy and politics. With the strength shown in this war, Roland's Lan Alliance (Lan Alliance for short) may also be pushed into reality.

And on another level, when the news that the old boss Emdie Roc was cornered in his lair came out, Roland Lan, a familiar name, after more than a hundred years of silence, inevitably Attract new attention again.

Of course, the premise is that they survive the catastrophe in front of them.

"The Orcs Are Coming Again"

My breath brought out a white mist. He flicked the holy sword self-consciously, blood stains fell off, and the never-worn sword body was clean again.

For the northern human coalition forces that have survived a hard night's battle, dawn and snow are not good news. This means that the orcs can reorganize, and those damn air cavalry and siege equipment can also be restarted, and perhaps they can get a period of time. There is time to breathe, but the subsequent general attack will be the final decisive battle that ends with the complete destruction of one side.

The movable medium-sized catapult was slowly pushed into the city, and the bloody elite soldiers bandaged their wounds. Watch everything in front of you with high vigilance, even if the wind blows from the shabby curtains. It will also make these veterans who survived the night of blood throw their javelins.

At the same time, the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces, "Black Bear" An Yinluo, was behind me, perhaps, it should be said that he was lying not far behind me.

The orcs don't just rush forward. The catman's assassin found the headquarters. Even if the rescue was in time, he survived. The one-eyed general was completely blind at this time, and he was stabbed three times in the right abdomen, and his body was seriously injured. He couldn't get up at all,

But fortunately, he doesn't need to command now, all he has to do is struggle to shout a word:

"hold fast!"

"We have no way out! If we want to survive, we just need to kill all these beasts!"

"Persevere. Behind us are the wounded, orphans, old and young!"

"Hold on! If we lose this war, our country is not ready for war, and they will lose their land! Our families will also be involved in this endless war."

Yes, persevere, when the war has reached such a point, no strategy or deployment is needed, only the will is enough.

"hold fast!"

A block lost? A new line of defense has been prepared for the next block.

A temporary defensive wall was bulldozed? The next wall has been erected.

A wing has been massacred, and a gap has appeared in the defense? The old man and woman who were just civilians picked up the weapons on the ground and filled the gap silently.

"Perhaps the doomsday and defeat of mankind will come, but the beasts and savages! Want to capture this city and open up passages to the northern countries? Let the blood of the warriors here be shed first."

The sullen young men told the arrogant orcs what the Northlanders and the Lan people were with practical actions without any extra words.

"Winter is coming, but we northerners have long been used to winter, no matter how cold the winter is, it is not so sad. After a while, hugging each other to keep warm, and teasing the dogs, isn't spring coming?".

Even though he couldn't see it anymore, An Yinluo still smiled contemptuously. The "tease the dog" in the words refers to the "dog", which is self-evident from the laughter of the soldiers.

When the sun rises a little bit, from the sound of footsteps on the corner of the street and the sound of the wheels of the catapult, it can be seen that the last moment has come.

At this time, even I have no choice, all the chips have been pressed, Antoin is too far away to count on, Anne's legion is sent by me to intercept those dark elves, and Ciro's reinforcements are on the way from the very beginning. It's not within my control, those new weapons of war have also been used, all the cards in my hand have been played,

"Damn Urmdyroc! If it wasn't for him"

Umdi Rocco's last blow did hit our vitals. If Red Maple City falls here, I will have no power to recover.

"Hey, if the battle can drag on for ten days"

But unfortunately, there are no ifs on the battlefield, and there are not many famous generals who hate the battlefield by a moment's difference. Accidents and misfortunes are always accompanied by losers, and heaven and hell are often just a little bit behind.

I hold up the holy sword. stood up. After the unexpected departure of "Renee". I temporarily took the position of the middle-level commander, but at this point, I even used the other two summons of the holy sword, but there is still nothing I can do.

"My diligence and temperance are dead, damn moon elves! Only their natural control ability can be so disgusting!"

The green-haired witch was a little embarrassed, her magic power was also exhausted in this war, and two of the seven virtues (now only three) that were regarded as treasures were also killed in the battle. It seemed that she was also pushed to the limit.

The moon elves were originally the priest race of the elf empire. They are good at communicating with gods and true gods, and use various powerful magic spells with the help of the power of the gods.

However, the original patron saint of the moon elves is the guardian god of the forest. The natural priests who have controlled and manipulated the divine power of the forest for thousands of years are best at planting and controlling the forest. Conceptually, erasing unnatural deformed plants is their bounden duty.

Therefore, when the opponent was a natural shaman like Atrion, Amyra had encountered a natural enemy and suffered a big loss.

"Senior Emily"

The meticulous hair in the past still became scattered. Her pupils were filled with red light and bloodshot eyes, and the witch who had not slept all night became even more frightening.

"Wait for the orcs to come up again later. Just go, I don't believe you have no way to escape."

"Of course, I can leave whenever I want, you? Don't say that you plan to die like a foolish knight."

"Me? I am the immortal Roland, how could I die here?"

"Hmph, I'm an 'ultra-willful witch with a stormy mood', how can I listen to your orders. Now that my old lady has come up with temper, I will fight with those beast barbarians today."

"Hehe, you thought I would be useless without pets? Let me show you what a hand-to-hand magic master is!"

From this point of view, Emila with her sleeves rolled up looks a bit like the pungent senior from back then. I shook my head, but I still didn't say anything.

"Eliza?"

"Heloise's preparations are ready, but she wants me to give you a sentence, 'Don't use that unless you have to, otherwise, your efforts will be in vain'."

I still prepared the final hole card, and at this time, the only thing that can turn the tables in this desperate situation is the ultimate forbidden spell of the undead spell—the Scourge of the Undead!

But as long as you use this super forbidden spell that is banned by all countries in the mainland, all the corpses around here will turn into brainless low-level undead. This is completely different from the death call I issued to the dead back then. , are the dead who are unwilling to be quiet, but the ones controlled by the "scourge of the undead" are the brainless undead who are permanently bloodthirsty.

This is mandatory and permanent enslavement, and it is a desecration of the soldiers' corpses. Maybe the soldiers around me will immediately turn their guns back and attack me, the evil necromancer.

If it is used once, the statement that "the undead do not represent evil" will go bankrupt directly. I am afraid that the Lan League plan will be completely over, and the Donglan Principality may be regarded as a new axis of evil, and it will suffer a series of diplomatic isolation.

At that time, it was we who won the war and lost the interests.

"It's better than being completely destroyed. If this bit of bone and blood is broken, it is hopeless."

But upon hearing such words, Eliza pushed her glasses and didn't say anything, but judging from the corners of her drooping eyes, she seemed a little unhappy and listless.

"What's wrong?"

"Why don't you ask me if you can escape? Why don't you persuade me to escape."

Well, I spit out the resentment in my heart angrily. The angry Eliza is really cute. Of course, she didn't want to escape alone, but she didn't get the care that belonged to her. At least, in name, Roland And Eliza's boyfriend.

I shook my head. From what I knew of Eliza, such nonsense didn't need to be said in the first place.

"What's the point of asking, didn't you say that you would always follow me, whether it's Styx or hell, why, you regretted it?"

As soon as the words fell, the dark clouds turned into sunny days, and the girl smiled very sweetly.

"No, I will never regret it. Then let us fight to the death together. I will fish you in the river Styx."

The strange dialogue seems to be illogical, but it is very likely to be a fact that is about to happen. Perhaps, the emotional life belonging to the immortal is just such a novelty.

Watching the cloudy weather turn sunny, I secretly wiped away my sweat.

After looking at Emily who suddenly became upset again, and feeling Eliza's eyes behind her, I suddenly realized that I finally started to change my luck? Is it really me who say these words like a winner in life? but

"Why do I start to change my luck every time when I am about to die? Could it be that I am destined to shout 'after this battle, I will go back to my hometown to get married'" and after the battle, I will marry you xx farewell to 'unlucky guy."

"Hey, hey, I don't want to be at my memorial service. I was told my final confession by the beautiful women in tears - actually, I like you"

But the familiar footsteps not far away disturbed my thoughts, and the final battle finally came.

Surprisingly, the person leading the queue was not an orc, but a familiar figure. That slender figure and light footsteps belonged only to elves.

"Atrion!"

Yes, even if I transform into a gray blood elf, even if the years have left marks on him, I will never forget that familiar face. After all, it was this arrogant and racist elf who gave me the blow back then By.

But at this time, my cheap disciple didn't look very good. Two orcs with axes escorted him forward, chattering nonstop, as if planning to do something.

"Persuading surrender? Is it useful to say these things at this time?".

The speculation in my ear seems to be somewhat reasonable, but there can only be one owner of the northern land, and the deep hatred that has been forged can only be washed away with the blood of the enemy, and it is impossible to succeed in persuading surrender from the beginning.

But judging from Atrion's slowly wriggling lips, I was surprised.

"Quick, kill him!"

But above the sky, a pitch-black divine light has descended, and the taboo ceremony entered the final stage directly.

What the orcs said was, "Prove your worth, elf."

And what Atrian said was only two words.

"God descends!" (to be continued...) ()