The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

The air after the rain is often a bit fresher, but due to the sudden north wind, there is always some fishy and foul smell in the air, which makes people feel very uncomfortable for no reason.

The spring rain can't wash away the breath of death in the air, but for the new residents who have just moved in, this is indeed the taste of home. They expect this world to be completely distorted into a part of the plane of death, but the area where the original port area is located The magic forest is an impregnable fortress.

The open gate of the plane is always a threat. Outside the city of Victoria Harbor, in the middle of dozens of giant evocation towers, the power of death that is pouring in is gathered and distorted here, turning into a black beam of light that covers the sky.

But around the beam of light that looks like a tower reaching the sky, there is a distorted space. There are mountains and water in the phantom over there, and the dense black figures seem to be doing something. It is the intersection of the main plane and the profane plane. Everywhere, from time to time, undead came out of the void.

Liches and liches were busy, surrounded by hills of broken bodies and broken arms. Most of the low-level undead just came out lacked arms and legs. At least they had to be equipped with "parts" that could walk normally.

And the first thing for those high-level undead to come out is probably to thank the gods or the god of fate for their protection. To cross the dangerous strait in the storm requires not only courage and strength, but also luck.

The undead emperors are not fools, they already know that this is a critical moment, on the contrary, in order to wait for this day, they have spent countless energy and secret preparations, and the plan is going well. But it can't resist the sudden misfortune.

According to the current development trend. If you really wait for the area caused by the subsidence of this plane to become a new plane. This door to the blasphemous plane is also considered to be open in vain.

The harsh situation is already in front of us. If this new will of the plane cannot be eliminated, and this space is completely swallowed up by the profane plane, when the will of the plane is completely awakened, it may be time for a massive counterattack. Even if it is abolished.

Find a new location for plane subsidence? Let's not talk about how to persuade the Bayer Empire to make sacrifices again when the results of the battle have not been achieved. Before that, the undead emperor paid a huge price and took the risk of coming in person.

And even if it can successfully suppress Bayer's objections. Previously, the preparations for the Victoria Harbor area could not be completed within a year or two. In order to meet the standard of plane subsidence, the Spirit Evocation Tower there had actually been secretly operating for many years, and the tears of Casolan in the citizens' bodies had long been average. More than five times, how many years will it take to start preparations again.

But when the rules of the planes collide, the teleportation between the planes is simply a lottery in the Universiade. The low-level undead are cheap and beautiful, and there are so many low-level undead accumulated in the death plane for so many years.

It's not a pity to come over three out of ten, but it's a pity if it's above the middle level.

The main plane does not have the concept of intermediate undead. Those without IQ are low-level undead, and those with intelligence are high-level undead. But in many planes of death, due to the inclination of plane rules towards the undead, as long as they advance to a certain level (probably the bronze rank), they can regain experience and wisdom. The kingdom of the dead in the plane of death was originally more prosperous than the outside world guessed, and the level of civilization was not low.

No intelligent life can bear to turn itself into a blood-devouring beast driven by instinct again. Most of them are considered personalities in the mainland, so how can they be willing to turn into beasts and slave soldiers here? A stronger low-level undead, with less than one-third of its strength, is still an obvious waste.

As for the high-level undead, if you only look at the birth rate, they are probably the poorest of all races, and they are even more precious. The most lacking in the undead army will always be middle and high-level cadres. What a waste of money.

Of course, the stronger the existence, the stronger the survivability in this situation, and the higher the probability of teleportation through space, but if you are unlucky and encounter some time gap, even the undead emperor himself may not have the confidence to pass the teleportation.

No matter how much you pay, the highest probability is about half and half. The accumulation of thousands of years is only betting on this game, which is simply a gamble that must be lost.

However, when the war encountered a critical moment, investment and expenditure could not be considered. "Even if a brigade fights for nothing, we must take the xxx Heights" is also a slogan that is often shouted on certain occasions.

Obviously, a small hillside that has been blown up is not worth trading for life. Even if it is captured, it cannot be exchanged for benefits. The most important thing is the strategic significance behind it. It may lead to the loss of the entire war.

At this time, this semi-closed plane that is becoming more and more popular is a strategic highland that is being contested, and the gods of order may intervene at any time. After the surface had begun to get out of control, the great emperors did not hesitate to hit their own property.

"Ah, I'm here, I saw it, I conquered it!"

That lucky ghoul had just stepped out of the black beam of light. Before he could come and celebrate that he was lucky enough to pass the death test, he lowered his head amidst howling miserably, and a large amount of black mist left his body. At the same time, his sense and experience of a hundred years were also dispersed.

He was still uttering bold words just now, and when he opened his eyes again, he was just a ghoul dripping with saliva. He had turned into a ghoul, and he just lay down and gnawed on the bones with his head down.

"Another unlucky guy who was sent here without understanding."

The Lich linked to a death contract and ordered it to leave the passage. This kind of thing has been encountered too much these days, and they have long been used to it.

And what came out next was a squad of death knights with scars all over them. Many of them lost their arms and legs, and they helped each other to barely walk out of the beam of light. Judging from their still rationality, all of them were high-level undead. Elite reinforcements and big shots, Lich immediately came to treat them, and registered to accept legion reorganization by the way.

"All members of the Blood Red Thorn Knights are here. I am the leader, Elber."

The one who was approaching was actually a death knight lord of the undead monarch level, and the corpse witch released the "breath of death" to heal his wounds. side to register it. But halfway through. But after hesitating for a moment, he asked out loud.

"Everyone? Isn't the blood-red thorns a very famous knight order in the Valley of the White Ghosts? It is said that there are hundreds of high-level death knights"

The rest of the words could not be uttered, the pale arm had already held the Lich's skull, and the death knight Elber was full of anger.

"Crack!"

Should everyone be happy? The talkative Lich once again showed what it means to die if you don't die. The death knight lord who suffered a heavy loss also found a target to vent his anger, but he couldn't let go when he looked at the brother who suffered heavy casualties behind him. .

"Not on the battlefield yet. Are there only thirteen brothers left out of the one hundred and thirty-six brothers? Damn Esso! Damn space crack! And this damn fate!"

But no matter how they complain, they can't change the fate of their cannon fodder. Since they are destined to make sacrifices, and since the Undead Emperor has made up his mind, even the Undead Lord cannot escape the doomed fate.

Although the normal teleportation probability is as high as about 40%, it is the average of countless 0% and 100%. If you are unlucky, for example, you just hit a blood-red thorn in a space crack, you will be unlucky at about 10%.

But even cursing the undead emperor who forced them into the crack cannot change the next established matter. As planar invaders, they had only one way to go to the dark.

Soon, the death knights who suffered heavy losses will be taken to the Soul Tower for treatment. Then give full play to the ability of the death knight to lead the army, and reorganize the low-level undead for it. As long as there are enough skeletons and zombies, almost one death knight can lead an army.

"Plants vs. Zombies" is still going on, and the war on the front line still hasn't stopped, but if you pay attention to the situation on the battlefield, there are not many high-level undead who are the backbone and elite, and camps have been built around the summoning tower. A large number of undead laborers are working overtime, and a fortress-level defense line will probably be built soon.

When refueling tactics can't really consume the opponent's combat power, but only become experience points for the enemy's growth, any qualified commander will no longer initiate unnecessary battles.

The camps were full of reinforcements who had just arrived from the Blasphemy Plane. Obviously, the undead were accumulating troops to launch a general attack, and the small war in front of them was just a front-line investigation by sending extra soldiers.

But the wood spirits did not intend to attack actively. After all, the newborns would lose their strength if they left the shelter of the forest. If they attacked the undead territory, they would leave their own plane and die after losing their immortality. With one less, naturally there is no capital to take the initiative to attack.

Seeing that the army of the undead piled up more and more, they were also very worried in their hearts, but they could only continue to strengthen the defense line, breed the tribe, and produce new war machines.

For the undead, only military strength is not enough. Although it is limited to the rules of the plane, it is still impossible for the undead emperor to come in his heyday at this stage. Their cronies are too powerful, and it is difficult to come directly, even if they are not completely successful. But how much they can play with their reduced strength is also a question, but if they can't, someone can.

"I didn't expect to come back so soon."

The Lich Fetland slowly walked out of the plane. While lamenting the impermanence of the world, he casually took away the bones of the Lich beside him to restore his lower body lost during the teleportation.

With Emperor Esso personally protecting him, even if he was a bit unlucky and encountered a space crack like the unlucky guy before, he still successfully completed the teleportation.

As the undead king who stepped into the epic rank on the main plane, and also as one of the strongest undead in the Ashe world, the former Ciro second consul Fetland did have the capital to be proud of.

Although he was finally defeated in the civil war in Xiluo, as the vanguard of the "leading party" in the Ashe plane, he was still highly valued and trusted by the undead emperors, and was even accepted as a disciple by Emperor Esso, who taught him a lot Undead secret method, and got the chance to comprehend the rules of the blasphemy plane.

"Hehe, Omar! Reinhardt! We still have a lot of time, wait for me to come back and count slowly."

He vaguely peeped at the crack in the door that broke through the epic realm. He was about to avenge his revenge after his strength increased, and he was appointed by Emperor Esso as a frontline commander. It can be said that the power is in hand.

and. Just take this little plane that serves as a springboard. He is even the commander-in-chief of the entire undead invasion. A repeat of the Eternal Night disaster is just around the corner. He may be even more prestigious than that person back then. Thinking of this, Fetland smiled triumphantly. At this time, he felt more energetic than before. , I even feel that losing the civil war in Xiluo may not be a bad thing.

"Don't be too happy, the will of the plane is not easy to deal with. Let's quickly integrate the army, I always have an ominous premonition."

If Feitlan was overjoyed just by getting the key to a higher rank, the former first consul, the ancient bone dragon Gricasio, would gain more, and Emperor Esso's evaluation of him was "give it two hundred years , one more chair among us."

Yes, after receiving the instruction from a bone dragon-born Emperor of the Undead, Gricasio, who has already accumulated enough, has already stepped on the threshold of the Emperor of the Undead, and it is only a matter of time before the opening of the last gate of the Epic Rank , Becoming the next Undead Emperor is just around the corner.

Although he said words to be cautious, it was just his habit of being low-key and cautious. Originally the strongest in Xiluo, he has always been the strongest undead creature in his own plane, and now his strength has greatly increased. Who will you be really afraid of?

"It's a pity, 'that person' is not here, otherwise I can let him see my new power."

When he also set foot in that field, in the heart of the ancient bone dragon, he even vaguely had the ambition to challenge that person who always suppressed him in the past.

"Whoa!!"

"We will win! The living will sleep forever, and the eternal night will come!"

"Lord Gricasio is finally here. We can charge again."

Wave after wave of cheers attracted the attention of the two undead monarchs. It turned out that there was a huge bone dragon hovering over the camp over there. The ordinary bone dragon was not as big as its claw. Deathwing It can cover the sky when it is unfolded. The coercion belonging to the top-level undead is naturally the friendly army who came to support in the eyes of many high-level undead, which immediately aroused bursts of cheers.

The undead army here has been suppressed all the time. One of the important reasons is that there are no top-level undead who can hold the scene. Now it seems that an ancient bone dragon with the least epic level has arrived. Naturally, they are very excited. Some people in the know even shouted The name of the bone dragon boss who is expected to arrive.

But not far away, the real Gricasio was full of surprise. I didn't hear that the undead emperors had sent other super bone dragons. Why is the figure of this bone dragon familiar? It seems that I saw it there not long ago Pass.

"Gloria!!"

It was Feitlan who was surprised. Although the beauty-loving Gloria seldom showed her bone dragon form, on the final battlefield that determined the kingship of Ciro, the bone dragon that suddenly glided and descended almost wiped out her Dark Night Council. Now that the familiar fluctuation of magic power is in front of him, how could he admit his mistake.

The enemy was jealous when they met, and Fetland immediately planned to rush to take revenge, but Gricasio stopped him.

"Wait, there's someone on her back."

"Even if there are people, so what, the two of us join forces, who are we afraid of?"

"Do you think Egolia's temperament will let someone ride on her back. Only that person."

"Could it be"

Lich Fetland was taken aback, and quickly released an arcane eye, but the target was the same kind of lich on the dragon's back.

He was lying on the recliner Shi Shiran, enjoying the sun while wearing magic crystal sunglasses and waving down triumphantly, just like the head of state inspecting his troops.

And suddenly, as if aware of his peeping in the void, he smiled at the invisible eyes, still saying something, and then snapped his fingers, and the picture returned to the void.

"Long time no see, my child has been taken care of by you, this time, let me play with you personally, enjoy the game."

Gricasio in the distance uttered the voice of the soul word by word, and the peculiar fluctuation of magic power was the uncompromising evidence, but in fact the two of them didn't need evidence.

Although the fluctuations in the magic power shown are not strong, just looking at the seemingly calm but insane soul fire, and the weird behavior that is always elusive, Gricasio can be sure that that person has finally returned However, the existence that makes all the undead emperors fearful actually exists in this plane.

After so many years, he actually just suspended animation, what kind of conspiracy is he planning behind the scenes, and why did he show up at this critical moment.

"Eternal Night"

"Impossible, impossible!"

Gricasio could still maintain his composure, but Feitland's face collapsed. How could he, who was once one of the staff of the Emperor Eternal Night, not know how terrible that person was? Before he dared to establish a parliamentary faction to suppress the royal power faction, he was convinced of that People never come back.

On the other side, it seemed that she had received enough cheers and applause, and Gloria turned in one direction and flew towards the green in the distance.

And when Gloria slowly glided beside the dark clouds and flew over the heads of the two undead lords, she actually hovered a little bit.

The two clearly saw that on the back of the dragon, that person was happily waving his hands at him, even blowing kisses and beckoning constantly. The level of enthusiasm was like that of a friend they hadn't seen for a long time.

"Hi!"

Even the warm greetings were passed down.

"Hi!"

After being stared at by the familiar soul fire, Fetland was actually frightened and hurriedly waved his hand to greet him. This is not a spell, but an instinct formed by the coercion accumulated over the years.

After getting a response, the lich in the sky nodded in satisfaction, patted the bone dragon, and Goliath slowly continued to glide towards the forest.

He seemed to think that the reinforcements would attack the enemy as soon as they arrived, and cheers erupted in the barracks, sending off the Bone Dragon's expedition.

"Long live Lord Gricasio!"

"Long live Emperor Esso!"

The only ones left in place were the two new commanders who were dumbfounded. Gricasio, who was called long live just now, was full of hesitation. Scared, it seems to have vanished without knowing it.

In the end, the two of them stared blankly at the enemy's departure between big eyes and small eyes, completely forgetting their duties as commanders.

After Goliath disappeared from sight, neither of them had the courage to stop him. After all, they would have to face that person directly, who suppressed his existence for more than a hundred years just by virtue of his posthumous prestige.

"Hey, let's take over the army earlier. Lest those little guys rush out on impulse."

"Well. Well, don't make others wait, let's go now. It's too shameful, I actually misidentified the supreme leader of the legion!"

Well, when someone reappears in front of you, there are still two super undead lords that make the true god a headache. They are obviously frightened bereaved dogs. They have lived under the shadow of this person for too long up. (to be continued...)

ps: Well, it seems to be late again today, let’s ask for a guaranteed monthly pass by the way.

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