The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

"I'm so stupid, really..."

I knew that wild teams are unreliable, and the random combination is basically a scam. For example, the archer is short-sighted, the priest sleepwalks and hangs up when he starts a battle, the fighter has all intelligence points, all the talents and skills are bargaining and diplomacy, and the mage forgot to bring the magic book. And the little blue bottle, as long as you can't think of anything you can't meet, there is no worst but worse, but this time I just accepted the invitation casually for the sake of convenience.

"Hunting undead? Why do I think it's undead hunting us!"

While running, we let out an angry roar. There is a whole group of undead behind us. Since when did this start? Since when have we been hunted down by it.

Perhaps, it was from the huge savage man, holding a branch with leaves in one hand to cover his face, walking on tiptoe in small steps, while whispering "you can't see me, you can't see me" , under the watchful eyes of the vampires with a keen sense of smell watching "you're kidding me" eyes, when stealthily attacking?

Perhaps, it was the girl named Betty, or the kid named Betty, who had finished the hunt and had a large wave of bone cavalry on their way, but still insisted on knocking out all the gold teeth of that Lich before he was willing to leave .

Perhaps, it was when the dwarf aunt fired a super long-range heavy artillery, but missed the Cyclops in the mountains?

In short, our current situation is probably caused by these cheating teammates! Sure enough, the most terrible thing is the pig teammate!

"Pig teammate? Cheating teammate? You have forgotten who insisted on using local materials and making bone soup for everyone! It's not that you wasted time, we ran away, okay?"

Heloise seemed to have some disagreement.

"Hmph. You don't understand. Bone elves are even more rare. Use it to make soup. It nourishes and nourishes the skin. It can also increase magic power!"

"...You are so proud to say it, it seems that your craftsmanship is not bad."

"Of course, when we took risks together, I was the chef. The most important thing to do when you go out on an adventure is to have a good chef. It’s disgusting enough. Look at me, take two seasoning packets, not to mention the bone elf’s toxin, even the fishy smell is gone. Heloise, didn’t you drink two bowls yourself?”

"...Indeed, it tastes good. But why don't you tell me first, it actually has a drowsiness effect, causing us to sleep until we are surrounded by groups!"

"Hahaha, didn't I forget? It can increase magic power, and the principle is to promote the concentration of meditation.

Isn't meditation just falling asleep, which naturally has some sleeping effect..."

The dead cat kept staring at me with a displeased face. Well, I admit that I am also slightly, perhaps slightly, responsible for the pursuers behind me, but at least not entirely! It is not the main responsibility!

"Tsk, the way a man shirks responsibility is really ugly."

Looking back, there are basically no low-level skeletons, zombies, and low-level mummies. Those who can keep up are all mid-to-high-end goods such as skeleton cavalry. After a little calculation, there are about forty or fifty. After being stopped, there will be more. It is definitely not something that our team can handle, um, at least not something that our apparent strength can handle.

"Hey, these guys probably won't be able to do it if they don't move. If they do, I'm not going to give up... No, why should I avoid exposing my strength, why should I run away? I don't need to run away at all! "

Suddenly, I figured it out. I just planned to take a look at the situation on the battlefield and the lives of the contracted heroes. At most, I wanted to secretly help the wood spirits to make their plans and schemes succeed. Eating tigers, what is there to worry about being exposed?

So, I turned around without hesitation.

"For the Holy Light..."

"Do not impulse!"

"Sure enough, paladins like to get hotheaded at critical moments, so it's not wrong to stare at him."

Before I drew my sword, the dwarf aunt and the dummy priest dragged me from left to right, and then ran away...

"Hey, hey, I want to kill them!"

"Well, well, you are amazing, we know that. I heard from my sister who is the pastor of the Holy Light that under the guidance of the Holy Light, the Holy Knight will never be afraid..."

Even so, there was pity in Betty's eyes, as if looking at a hopeless fanatic who was insane.

"Hey, I heard from the old wine barrel in my family that the paladin has post-sacrifice syndrome, but at least find a worthwhile time to sacrifice, young, don't be too hard to think about it at a young age, I am one hundred and thirty-six Let me tell you, the world is not as bad as you think..."

The dwarf aunt was straightforward, but these words seemed to persuade a fool who was about to commit suicide.

"I really have to kill it, I don't intend to sacrifice, and I don't force it!"

"Well, well, I believe you."

What does this unanimous perfunctory and sympathy mean, I can really kill them!

"Ahhh, let me go, I'm not crazy, let me kill them..."

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In the depths of the mountains, a temporary cottage has been built. Simple logs are piled up to form a protective wall, and scattered tents are camps. The demonized parasitic vines and big trees specially made by the spirit will teach him to be a man.

Originally, this was a key node in the execution of the mission. Ordinary adventurer teams would only be allowed to enter when they lacked supplies and were injured. However, due to some special "reasons", there were many more people here than expected.

And after a busy day... well, it should be said that after a full day of running, the hungry and tired team decided to go to the assembly point to rest early.

"Look, it's them."

"Damn, it made us run for three full hours."

"You guys are pretty good. The Glory Shield just killed a high-level abomination, and they didn't even get the spoils to prove the battle, and they ran away. That's nearly a hundred justice points."

The "Wooden Spirit Super Cute" team became famous... If you drag a group of wild monsters across the entire war zone, the result will be like a snowball, and the victims will all hate your parents for losing two legs . I'm afraid you'll be famous too. In the name of the team's hind legs. In the name of professional pig teammates!

Now, no matter where we go, I'm afraid there will be people pointing, "This stupid pig teammate!".

Facing the ridicule of other adventurers, the other members of the team were extremely calm, as if they were used to it, no wonder they couldn't find any teammates.

Betty smeared weird mucus on her face, as if she was doing beauty treatment, and Agen continued to perfect her "stealth suit" happily. Added new leaves and colors to it... To be honest, although many thieves would add colors to their clothes to match stealth, but Agen added some leaves to the two branches... Now it's just Using local materials, I tied two handfuls of rotten cabbage and one carrot, which is more conspicuous than doing nothing! Or he's going to sell vegetables to the undead... Can I pretend I don't know him! I really don't know him!

As for the little dwarf girl... who is only over a hundred years old, what kind of aunt is she? If she is an aunt, what am I who is over three hundred? uncle?

Cough, let's get down to business, this little Mary has inherited the dwarf tradition. After selling three cups of wine, they were already dancing happily. Of course, the dwarf aunt's dance... From a distance, it's the wine barrel dancing!

Judging from the sarcasm and indifferent attitude of these three guys looking at others, this is not the first time they have done this, that is to say, they have deceived many people before, and they are also used to ignoring the contempt of others.

And the only normal person in the team, the handsome bard, happily adapted today's deeds into a bar ditty, playing and singing. Of course, art comes from life, and the difference between the plot and the real plot is entirely possible. Understanding and beautifying the protagonist is a compulsory course for every author. but……

"It's understandable to kill a group of skeletons and upgrade to a group of ghouls. It's just a corpse witch, and it can be said that it's dazzled to be regarded as a demigod mummy, but after being hunted down all afternoon, it was replaced by a man who restrained the undead. Leading the legion for three days and three nights, fighting bitterly in the small universe and killing the leader's Epic Lich, as well as the heroes saving the beauty and Her Royal Highness here and there, this is too ridiculous, too shameless! It's completely unreasonable!"

"...Brother Roland, you don't know. Don't you just try to get a job these days. Serious storytelling has long been outdated, and you changed your career before starving to death. The more unreasonable the plot, the more attention-grabbing it is. The more thrilling the plot, the more rewards the audience will give, even if everyone knows it is nonsense now, but Lele is fine, who will take it seriously. This is the market!"

Well, I was drunk to be taught by a native of another world to cater to the market.

Seeing these scammers getting more and more troublesome, I shook my head and went to do my own thing.

In the middle of the camp, there is a huge ancient tree. Although it does not have the Tongtian Tree of the Forest of Dreams that goes straight into the sky, it is at least a few hundred years old tree. Two days ago, there was still nothing here.

Treants and wood spirits are guarding the surrounding area. It's not that there are no adventurers asking for news, but all ordinary adventurers who approach here will be stopped. Seeing me walking past, some enthusiastic people shouted.

"Don't pass by, those wood spirits don't allow people to pass through at all..."

Before I finished speaking, I had already passed the blockade, but those wood spirits and guards turned a blind eye, as if they didn't see it.

And then, the big man who spoke ran to try it himself, but before he got close, the wall of thorns that suddenly rose and the watchful and hostile eyes of the wood spirits made him deterred. land.

But the caring person who witnessed this scene remembered the appearance of the young man who went in just now, and hurriedly asked which team he belonged to. After all, only "that person" was allowed to enter before, and he was the leader of the adventurers in this operation. But this strange young man received the same treatment. Even if he had nothing special about him, his relationship with the wood spirit clan was probably very unusual, so it was necessary to investigate.

Of course, I didn't know these things after I entered the ancient tree house, but what surprised me was that I met a human being here.

Blonde hair shawl, blue eyes and white skin, the black armor is shining with the dark gold of fine gold, and the black gloves are engraved with powerful magic patterns. The magic power of the gem long sword is so strong that you can feel it outside the door. Is this handsome guy strong? I don't know, but it's definitely rich and true, and none of this full-body equipment is below the epic level.

I naturally know this kind of burnt bag. The head of the super mercenary group Westwood Guardian "Black Watcher" Keith Ironon is also the adventurer "Presidential Order" who participated in this operation. Of course, it is only in name.

But I hated him right away, just because...

"I think the team with the strange name that caused the chaos should be punished. Otherwise, if everyone follows suit and doesn't listen to orders, I'm afraid the organization will be chaotic in the future..."

In the hall, the three virtues are all there, but only Samantha is in charge. She shook her head coldly when faced with Keith’s just words, but when she saw me coming, she turned around rarely. Nodding his head, he squeezed out a smile.

"You are here."

"Well, how is the seed, is it going well?"

"It has already started to germinate, and the cultivation period can be completed within two days, and then it can be activated at any time to enter the next stage."

Case was surprised, and he was also surprised to see other humans in this core area, but I had no intention of making a conversation.

Approaching the core of the hall, the heart of the tree is trembling slightly, just like the heart of a living thing, but underneath, there is a huge life energy dormant and accumulating, once it erupts, it will be like Like a volcanic eruption.

The seed of the Forest of Dreams is also the hope of the Wood Spirit Clan.

When this seed germinates, the tree that covers the sky will rise from the ground, and the new forest of dreams will gradually grow, and the sleeping Amyra will also have a new domain.

Although the seeds must be supported by the mother, the roots of the Forest of Dreams arrived here ten days ago. This ancient tree that covers the sky is actually just a part of the roots. Once the camouflage is removed, the new Forest of Dreams will Taking shape quickly, Amyra will also become stronger, gaining new nutritional supplies and territories.

And this is obviously not what the undead expected to see. For Amyra's planar will to descend, the seeds must take root and germinate to a certain extent. This will take time, and the spreading grassland wildfire can only be extinguished at the very beginning. However, the undead are not blind. When the will of the plane expands its domain, the rules of the entire world will be touched by it, and this most vulnerable period will make it a target for the enemy.

Obviously, as long as the seeds are allowed to germinate here, the city of the undead will definitely take action, and there must be a hard battle to be fought, and since it will be fought sooner or later, it is natural to fight before more high-level undead arrive in the world. , The judgment of the wood spirits is not wrong, and I also hope that the domain of the Forest of Dreams can be expanded, so that Amyra will wake up as soon as possible.

Since Samantha said that everything is fine with the seeds, I nodded and didn't ask any further questions. It is more appropriate to leave this aspect to experts.

"you are?"

It was Case who raised his own question. He felt that the person in front of him looked familiar, but he couldn't remember seeing him there.

"Who am I? Don't you even recognize the person you want to punish?" (To be continued...) ()