The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich Chapter 339: Shoot

Yanlili's light rain fell, but after tens of minutes, it turned into a pouring rain. This is the weather that the offensive and defensive sides are not willing to encounter, but in general, undead has the advantage.

For the siege city, the reinforcements that may come will come later, and the soldiers of the siege city will also be affected by the heavy rain, but the actual impact is not great.

For the defender, it is undoubtedly the more disgusting weather. If such a heavy rain, the siege defender of Normal should have temporarily rested. After all, the weather is still a bit cold. Later, after vigorous activities and sweating, and getting a little cold, even the strong men of the right age can't afford it, and the fragile birth disease is completely possible.

Even if it is just the discomfort caused by the cold and lack of vision in the heavy rain, the morale of the human side will be seriously affected.

Basic common sense of the battlefield commander is that you must march or fight in the heavy rain, as a last resort. Otherwise, not only will the combat power at that time be severely discounted, but the post-war treatment will become very very troublesome. The combat effectiveness will also be greatly reduced.

The undead who died of already are much better than those who are constrained by the environment.

undead will not get sick. Although they will hate the heavy rain that wets their blades and affects their vision, their actions will be slowed down. Maybe they will find themselves washed away in the ditch on the ground. Eyes and teeth, but not prevented from fighting by heavy rain.

"Damn, how long will it rain."

I'm not troubled by the fact that the battle will be trapped. For me, as long as the final result is acceptable, the process is not important.

My team and I are limited in strength, and are not and are not intended to be all-inclusive nanny. Since those Contract Heroes have the consciousness of gaining by giving. Naturally, there must be a consciousness of war death. I have no intention of interfering with anything ... In fact, it is impossible to interfere, after all, there are countless battlefields in the world, and future wars will gradually escalate. After a certain period of time, even demigod can be wholesale. If every point is taken into account , Even if exhausted, there is no way.

Since we are expecting this group of "children of realm" and "alternate Hero" to grow up quickly, we shouldn't intervene too much, the real strong must come through in life and death. I don't intend to get involved in this war unless it is an inevitable ending.

The reason why they will come is because of their entrustment of Samantha, and the reason why they will start to reduce the troop strength of undead is just to do an experiment ...

"Roland, do you know that a man is awful to look proud of ..."

The spit of the dead cat is regarded as ear wind, so I wo n’t let the chicken woman go to be the nanny of the hairy boy. What bothers me now is that the heavy rain interrupted my experimental plan. It makes me feel bad.

"... is there a way to disperse the rain and fog?"

"No, I'm not a Druid. They are good at controlling the weather. Don't you have an Eaglestorm? Let him try."

Although it is the expected answer, it is still very disappointing.

As long as there is preparation, Mage is omnipotent, but as long as there is sufficient preparation, at least I know that the Mage of Cloud Tower have the ability to control the weather around the city, but must have auxiliary facilities and the help of Mage Tower, and Weather-related super-range spells are also a large category of forbidden spells, but at least demigod Mage and enough chanting time.

But Harloys is still just an Gold-Rank Mage (demon pet cannot surpass the owner). Even if there is any means, it cannot be achieved without basic strength, but it is rare to catch her pain. I will not let her go.

"Cut, it's really useless. You say Eaglestorm? Let's not mention that he has gone from already to Beyer country. Even if he is there, an Legend Rank Druid can't help this situation."

"Well, it's not that you're unnecessarily dragging me down. Then let the 'war' start ahead of time."

"Isn't that becoming a premature baby? I also expect it to get enough soul nutrition in the war, veto!"

"... You should also have the means to change the weather."

"Yes, it ’s okay to turn a torrential rain into a blizzard. Maybe the spring goose feather snow can still make headlines, but what do you do next? Who will freeze to death first? I think in all species, do not eat If you do n’t drink and have no pain, undead will definitely win in the survival competition. "

Okay, one person and one cat with big eyes and small eyes, already is determined, there seems to be no way to reverse the situation.

"Boom!"

Suddenly a thunderstorm sounded, but it was strange that the birthplace was on the ground, and a thunderstorm that shot from the ground to the sky penetrated the dark clouds.

"Boom!"

After the continuous blast, the thunder light overflowed and the lightning flashed. But then, after the shaking of the distance, the dark clouds suddenly dispersed and everything was calm.

This is obviously an unnatural result, but ...

"Strange, that's not the camp on the undead side. Have the undead bosses expelled the dark clouds? They are seeking their own way."

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Although it is the headquarters of the undead army, it is still only temporary low-level psychic towers. Among the messy camps, there is a small white two-storey bungalow that is particularly attractive. Flowers and plants are planted beside the room, and servants are serving.

Inns is patiently organizing the flowers and plants, and while Harlett still maintains a spear-throwing posture, it seems to be eager to try again, but the real master here comes in.

"Two adults! You are ..."

Although he kept his tone calm, the old faces of the ghoul were tangled together, and at this moment, he was extremely angry.

No wonder how angry he is. The bad card in his hand finally encountered a god-given opportunity, but was directly destroyed by the people on his side. Even the saints would break the ring, let alone. It is definitely not a good person Undead Lord.

But with the hand drawn out in half, it is not that he does not want to get angry, but that there is no way to get angry. Definitely not hitting and dare not offend is the fundamental problem.

Both Titans are only Willpower incarnations, similar to the Divine Strength incarnations of the gods. The power they can exert is limited, but the weakest is also the world bottleneck demigod. Don't talk about Davy Maharaja. There is no certainty of winning for another Undead Emperor. If Elemental Tide rises, the bottleneck will be raised again, how powerful Titan will be, and to what extent can it be achieved in Main Realm, except for those old guys in ancient times, no one can tell.

For the victory of this war, in order to win the trust and favor of Undead Emperor, he bet everything. These days are greeting these two final "trump cards" at all costs.

The march is tired? OK, we lift it with a sedan chair. Do you think the smell of undead is bad? We grabbed a few human to lift. what? Don't be dirty male? Okay, let's go catch young women.

Are you a messy house? Well, the Alchemy Warlock and Mage are dispatched, Death Knight is used as coolies, and high-end soil specialist Lich is used as a bricklayer, and several hundred-year-old artists are used as chief designers. It is a perfect work of art, which comes with the bungalow. There is also a royal century-old housekeeper, a banshee maid (with Elf), a skeleton violinist (lord undead, the master of the year), and a gardener.

Are you too noisy around? Okay, let ’s get out of the way, to make room for two of you, and we have built a soundproof wall.

Another lack of life? Well, the army of undead set out, and eventually caught a few beasts (only one silver lion became the Pet of Harlett), and also planted flowers and plants around the house to do a good job of greening and cleaning ... This is still alive Is the talk of the evil undead of color change? Where is this ace maid from!

"Where is this foreign aid, please invite two dads."

But at this step, Davy knows that even Dad can only bear it. His already has no retreat, and behind him is the abyss.

"You, you ... What do the two adults mean? Isn't Davy taking good care of it? Make the two adults dissatisfied?"

He tried to suppress the anger in his heart, and eventually turned into a calmer inquiry. But in the last few words, he still couldn't hold the tone, the inquiry became a question, and it was not full of words.

"Flowers."

"Flower?"

"It really means stupid undead, Inns Brother, the rain blocked the sun and the flowers couldn't bloom."

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If you must use words to describe the mood of Davy at this moment, you can probably only use this string of garbled characters. At that moment, inexplicable grievances converge on the two pupils. It is too miserable for a Undead Lord to get to this point If he still has lacrimal glands, absolutely already will cry.

already saw his future vaguely. Perhaps, in the end, he could still go down in history, but not as the Aso heir and wise man he dreamed of, but as the most stupid Undead Lord identity. Born from a low-level demon ghost, and exhausted his thoughts and struggled for thousands of years, in the end, he only got such an ending.

Harlett walked over with a smile and patted the old demon's shoulder.

"We are annoying outside too. It's time to leave. By the way, this house is left. I will be dragged by two dragons. Maybe it will be used next time ..."

At this moment, all the features of the old demon are twisted together. He has never hated a person so much. He roars and curses at the bottom of his heart, but hesitates. Should he hold his thigh and begged the other to stay, this already It's the last straw!

Finally, it seems that the other party is playing too hard, even the Inns can't stand it anymore.

"... Isn't it just a few small things? Before we leave, we will flatten the city."

"Brother Inns is soft-hearted, huh, lowly undead. If you still dare to blind the children of the earth next time, let us be your thugs. Maybe before we destroy you and your army, we will let you taste it first. What is the rage of Titan, it will make you mourn for thousands of years in hell. "

The whispered narration finally turned into a roar of thunder. In the thunder of thunder, the thunder giant returned to the world, but the twin pupils of the thunder, but the already eyeed the oak city not far away.

"Little things, come and play with me."

But at this time, the demon lord already spread to the ground, and the change from great sadness to great joy was that he couldn't bear it. At this time, he was lying on the ground like a similar ghoul and spit his tongue and breathed. The image of wisdom accumulated over the years has been destroyed.

The big guy also has great wisdom. Compared with the Titan accumulated in the minimum tens of thousands of years, the old undead can only be considered an amateur player. He only knew that the two Titan were playing with him from beginning to end. All his own efforts are probably All already is regarded as a joke. The so-called undead closest to Aso is probably just a joke.

But seeing the super giant reaching Tianzhu, in his mind, it was basically an invincible absolute combat power, and he was a little relieved.

“At least, it can destroy Oak Tree Town and be able to make a deal with Undead Emperor.” (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and faster!