This has almost become my mantra. Every time I say this, the expressions and attitudes of the audience will be very strange and subtle.
"Haha, the weather is nice today. It's very windy and sunny. It's especially suitable for camping. By the way, we tauren are really not interested in forage. Could you bring steak instead of forage next time you go camping? My favorite is medium ripe.
Yes, it tastes best with some blood."
This is the answer of some stupid cow who loves beef. Although it obviously changes the topic, it is also the most comfortable answer.
"Haha, Master, you are so funny, but this joke is a bit outdated."
"Haha, good person? You made me laugh so hard. You are a good person and I am the love saint!" Adam really didn't give him any face.
"No, even if Roland becomes a good person, you can't become a love saint. However, Adam, your goals are very high, love saint? Do you want me to build a city lord's harem for you and recruit beautiful women?" But it's very difficult.
Quickly, Margaret's substantial resentment made Adam know what it means to have trouble come from the mouth. Well, naturally I told Margaret this.
Well, most people who know me well probably have the same reaction as Eliza and Adam the Idiot, and regard my "good guy theory" as just another joke.
However, in my concept, I do try to be a good person.
"As a lich, if I were to help the old lady cross the road, I'm afraid the old lady would immediately call the city management to save her life. However, getting rid of evil is also about promoting good. Killing one villain is more effective than doing ten small good deeds.
. Let the whole city operate in an orderly manner and let ordinary citizens live a good life. No matter how you look at it, it is worth hundreds of thousands of good fruits."
But it's a pity that my evil lich system refuses to recognize me alive. He still sets out one evil daily mission after another.
However, if I don’t do these tasks, I can’t do them. The evil points are always deducted and how can I be resurrected? But as a law enforcer, it is even more unacceptable to act wantonly. Therefore, I always have to rack my brains to complete these devastating daily tasks.
, turned into a prank that does not violate the bottom line of the law.
"Forcing hundreds of people to roll on the ground and collapse in despair? Try the Tickle Hell..." The sequelae of this is that the chicken feathers in the square used to create the Tickle Hell won me a huge fine and the aftermath.
cost....
"The public tortures and kills an intelligent creature. The more miserable the death, the better? This one is simple. It's you, Mr. Cockroach, with an intelligence-enhancing technique, and then the top ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty. Haha, is it better to quarter the body with five horses or to cut it into pieces with a thousand cuts?
Eliza, lend me your mending needle. What can I use it for? To make a scalpel, of course."
The sequelae of this incident is that Eliza ignored me for a week, did not come within three meters of me for a month, looked at me with contempt, and when she had to shout, she said "Bedbug Master"...
It was naturally very hard at first to do this, but later on, it was full of fun to compete with the city administrators, huh? I seem to know why Xuetiao and Lilith always joined the camp to compete with the urban administrators. Didn't the ancients say it?
Wrong, happiness and change are both contagious.
Well, as a law enforcer, it’s not okay to always cause trouble to the urban management. I want to find an opportunity to talk about them. (Mysterious Voice: Do you have the nerve to talk about them?!)
Cough, it seems I have digressed again, let’s get back to the topic.
I used to be puzzled as to why the system was so reluctant to admit that I was a good person, and I once wondered whether I would be an evil lich forever. But one day, when I was yelling at a criminal, I somehow figured it out.
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"Do you think that if you kill the other party's father and then pay all your family property to compensate the other party's daughter and make moral amends, you are not guilty? You are deceiving yourself and others! You are a hypocrite!"
"No matter what you have done, the crime has been committed, and the victim's pain has become a fact at the moment you committed the crime. No matter how you argue or compensate afterwards, you cannot change the crime that has been committed. Only those who accept the law
Only through trial and sanctions can you wash away your sins. If you really regret it, you can rehabilitate yourself in a good prison, atone for your sins, and come out to be a clean person."
Not to mention the impulsive murderer who was given a light sentence of fifteen years in prison because of the plea of the victim's daughter.
When the case was settled and the moment I went to court, I was exhausted. I was troubled by an unprecedented sense of powerlessness...
In a quiet room with no one around, slumped on a chair, covering my head, but only seeing the bones of my arms, I finally figured it out.
No matter what I do in the future, I will always carry the sins of the past with me. The souls who died because of me are enough to fill the entire River Styx. No matter how many people I save or how many good things I do, I am still a sinner.
If I can't be deceived, how can I make the system admit that I have become a good person?
"On the stele of the code in front of the Supreme Court is the motto written by me myself [Only a fair trial and the sanction of the code can purify crimes. No one can be an exception.]"
But unfortunately, it seems that no one can judge me yet, so naturally I can only continue to wander between good and evil, waiting for the day of judgment that may never come...
Perhaps, in my heart, I am also vaguely aware of how ironic and ridiculous it is that the great sinner who almost destroyed the world is sitting on the bench of the judge to judge the small sinner who killed several people...
"Ha, what's wrong with me is a hypocrite. I'm not saying stupid things like trying to feel at ease. I just think that the Ashe continent has not yet been destroyed. Since the original 'history' has proven that there is no way to save it through normal means.
If you want to survive that great catastrophe, then let me, a hypocrite, try my crooked ways."
Yes, that's what I did, but now I'm running into a little trouble.
At this time, intelligence was received from "bystanders" that those who attacked the east gate of Sulfur Mountain City were the Blackwater Legion of Karon City, the personal bodyguards of the city lord, the steel-backed pig orc Heng Heng.
Well, "Heng Heng" is the name of this orc city lord. Please respect the tradition of the pig orcs being named after their babies' cries when they are born.
But unfortunately, another side effect of this custom is that as long as you shout "Heng Heng, I will fuck you" in the place where the pig orcs gather, there will often be three to four hundred Heng Hems looking for trouble for you.
....
There once was a wise man from the Flying Red Pig Tribe, Pig Tou San, who invented the method of numbering numbers after his name to solve this problem. However, unfortunately, due to the low intelligence of the Pig Tribe orcs, they could only count to two at most on their toes.
10. This method really lacks operability and has no choice but to give up.
Well, the Creator is probably fair. Although the pig orcs have poor intelligence, are shockingly ugly, and smell like pig houses, they are naturally powerful, have rough skin and thick flesh, and most importantly, are particularly good at giving birth to any race.
As long as the numerical base increases, there will always be mutated geniuses, and there will be no shortage of strong ones.
The Blackwater Legion is an example of this. Each recruit is selected from thousands of pig orcs, and then trained to fight against each other, eliminating the weak and leaving the strong. In the end, the one who survives among the ten will become the glorious Lord of Hengheng City.
Under the Guards.
Although the Blackwater Legion has only 3,000 men at full strength, and has the obvious weakness of slow sprinting as infantry, its average level is as high as 50 silver levels. It is also a classic combination of orc berserkers and shamans. The pig orcs are naturally rough-skinned.
Well, if the shaman uses another bloodthirsty magic, the heavy infantry team will go crazy. They are countless moving mountains of meat. It is difficult to resist a frontal collision and is quite prestigious.
Of course, even in the underground world with so many strong players, if such a heavy legion appeared on the ground, it would be at least as high as the Royal Guards of the Human Empire.
Fifteen minutes ago, there were nearly a thousand Blackwater heavy infantry and dark shamans. They charged along the opened east gate and charged in unscrupulously.
It seems that in order to show goodwill to the Underground Covenant and completely capture the Sulfur Mountain City, the Lord of Hengheng City was willing to send nearly half of his family wealth directly, and those corrupt councilors were actually able to hide them outside the city.
The latest one to confront them is the Dark Elf Urban Management Patrol Team, which was the first to receive the report. They only have one team with ten people...
Covering the escape of ordinary citizens, a small team of dark elf paladins all fought to the death. The dark elves are often quite beautiful, while the pig orcs are naturally cruel and lustful. They don't even care about life or death...
The corpse was devoured and desecrated while being played with. The corpse of the loyal defender became a toy of the orcs. Perhaps it should be thanked for the lax military discipline and stupidity of the pig orcs. They even started fighting each other in order to compete for the priority to enjoy the "spoils of war".
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But at this time, when I arrived, what I saw in front of me was such a miserable situation like hell on earth.
"Ha, but I'm glad now that it's still the evil lich system. You can become stronger as long as you want. It's so simple. After all, evil people need to be punished by evil people. What else can be made more evil by evil, and can be more reckless than thugs?
Delightful.”
The cold and vicious curse resonated in the soul, and the endless murderous intention roared in the mind, and finally turned into cold words.
"Kill them all!"
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PS. In order to improve the quality, the main line has been adjusted, and two updates will be prepared tomorrow...
