Wizard: I can refine everything

The land after the baptism of fire elements was somewhat charred, and the fire elements left by the spell shooting made the air on the battlefield a little "hot".

With the floating city as the center, countless goblins were fighting on the land within a radius of dozens of kilometers. The occasional explosions represented that the artillery positions had carried out another round of fire support, and that another 10,000-man warrior army was destroyed.

The scorched stench of corpses, the strong smell of fire elements, and the occasional explosions of spells.

"Well, it's a familiar smell."

A tall figure in a black robe walked down from the steel ground of the floating city and opened his arms to the battlefield here.

This familiar smell made Richard seem to have returned to the wizard civilization.

"My Lord, the rebels within 50 kilometers of the floating city have been cleared. The prisoners have also been detained, and our doctors are also trying their best to treat the injured."

A voice suddenly came from behind Richard, and he looked back and saw an old goblin looking at him in high spirits.

The members of the command center are basically old goblins. These veterans who have experienced the transformation of miracle monks and the abyss war are undoubtedly the best commanders among the goblins.

"Oh, you did a good job. It seems that our young men are all good." Richard praised with some surprise.

Although the performance of the goblin army is much worse than that of the wizard army, this has made Richard very satisfied. If he can create a group of troops stronger than wizards by just arming them casually, then there will be no wizards on the battlefield of wizard civilization.

"This is all due to your guidance," the old goblin said modestly. After that, he raised his head and asked Richard, "My Lord, what are we going to do next?"

"This..."

Richard glanced to the west and replied leisurely: "Don't rush to attack, build the fortress first. By the way, let the soldiers abide by military discipline and don't harass those mortals."

"Your will."

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In the ancestral house of the dog family, the young master sat in the somewhat scorched hall, looking at the shadow wall in the distance with a calm expression.

Suddenly, a figure appeared beside him.

"Young Master, the coalition was defeated, and it was a terrible defeat."

The young master nodded slightly: "I know, where are those guys?"

"The immortals did not take action in this war, and seemed to be observing and collecting intelligence from the evil ghosts."

"Collecting intelligence?" The young master showed a trace of sarcasm on his face, "Using warriors as cannon fodder, and watching from the sidelines. These guys, even if they become immortals, are still the same."

"What kind of virtue am I waiting for, are you, a head of a ruined middle-grade family, qualified to comment on it?"

Before the young master finished speaking, a voice came from outside the hall, and a cloud of mist fell from the sky, turning into a Taoist in a wide robe.

When Bai saw this man appear, he immediately pressed the hilt of the knife with his right hand, and his face was full of vigilance. But when the Taoist saw Bai's actions, he laughed disdainfully and then strode to the young master.

"Little thing, I really don't understand why the immortals would classify a poor person like you as a noble family."

As he said this, the Taoist glanced at Bai beside him, and said in a more sarcastic tone, "Just relying on you as a guard?"

In theory, a top master can indeed support a middle-grade noble family, but that must be the head of the noble family, or at the very least, the direct descendant of the noble family. And Bai is just a guard. No matter how loyal the guard is, he is still an outsider after all.

The young master heard this and said calmly: "If a fool like you can become a descendant of the immortal family, then why can't I, the orthodox direct descendant of the dog family, become the head of a noble family?"

The Taoist's face changed, "Poor person, you are looking for death!" I saw invisible clouds and mists emanating from his body, piercing the young master like tentacles. But an invisible force field that appeared at some point blocked all his cloud tentacles an inch in front of the young master's face.

"I remember I gave you an alchemical puppet. Did it break these days?"

A calm voice came from behind the Taoist. The Taoist wanted to turn around, but an invisible force field fixed him firmly in place, unable to move.

"That thing is too conspicuous. It's easy to cause problems if you keep it by your side."

The young master stood up and bowed to Richard who walked past the Taoist and said, "We are finally meeting, the gods of foreign lands."

For the young master, this was his first time meeting Richard, but for Richard, he had seen the young master many times.

So Richard just waved his hand casually to let the young master stand up, and his attention was all on the Taoist beside him.

"Tsk tsk tsk, amazing, amazing. Sure enough, you have to see things with your own eyes to feel the mystery in them."

The Taoist noticed Richard's eyes that were like looking at an object, and he couldn't help but feel a fear in his heart.

Who is this not-green-skinned demon? Why did that dog kid call him a god? Could it be that the demon had already invaded this world and deliberately planted that kid among them as a nail?

For a moment, the Taoist felt that he was caught in a huge conspiracy.

But unfortunately, his epiphany was destined to be unconvincing.

Richard grabbed it casually, and the Taoist turned into a small ball the size of a meatball, which he casually threw into his waist pocket.

Then, he looked at the young master of the Quan family and asked calmly: "Young master of the Quan family, you should know why I came. Tell me your decision."

The young master of the Quan family took a deep breath and bowed to Richard again: "I am willing to cooperate with you, but I hope you can tell me one thing."

"What is it?"

"How do you plan to treat us?"

"How should I treat you?" Richard had an interested smile on his face, "This is a good question. As an alien demon, my strategy for dealing with aliens has always been brutal.

You must work eight hours a day under me, and overtime is only double the overtime pay. In addition to the traditional holidays, you only have seven days of paid annual leave... Oh, by the way, you also have to serve in the military. I will need a large number of troops to fight for me in the future."

"..."

After a moment of silence, the young master said in a low voice: "Are you kidding me? This is indeed a good joke."

If all these are considered brutal, then what kind of hell was the life of the werewolves in the past? Richard said so much in bits and pieces, only the last one, military service, is normal.

But for a world where villages can be slaughtered at will in order to hand in elixir materials, military service is really a benevolent policy.

"Do you think this is a joke?" Richard's smile slowly faded, "But unfortunately, what I said is the truth. Your oppression of your own people is simply amazing to me.

Even the most evil priests of the Flesh and Blood Church are not as good as those children of the aristocratic families who play with flowers here.

I have a question I have always wanted to ask you. As a child of an aristocratic family, do you think the common people you rule are of the same race as you?"

"Of course they are a race." The young master replied immediately.

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"But I don't think so, just like the guy just now looked at you. The aristocratic families do not regard the common people as their own people, just like those werewolves who have become immortals do not regard you as their own people."

The young master was speechless. In this world where great power belongs to oneself, the superiors and the inferiors can indeed be called two races.

Although the young master answered so decisively, in his heart, the common people are still ignorant and docile.

"Okay, my question has been answered. Tell me your answer."

Looking into Richard's eyes, the young master lowered his head and knelt on his knees to perform the most solemn ceremony among the noble families.

"I, the son of the dog family, pay my respects to the lord."

Richard nodded with satisfaction, and then helped the son up.

"If you are willing to cooperate, then you are a friend. Your blood is very important to me. With you, I can kill fewer people."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to be a flag, a flag that represents justice for me."

The young master looked at Richard in a daze. He couldn't understand some of the words.

Richard saw him like this, and said helplessly: "You must have a reason to go to war with other families. I come from outside the domain, and I have an inherent disadvantage in propaganda. The aristocratic families can make us into a group of evil demons who kill people and eat people in a few words.

But if I say that I am here at the call, and it is you, as a descendant of the White Wolf King, who summoned me to help you defeat the immortals and conquer this world.

Then I can offset the aristocratic family's smear propaganda.

As long as the follow-up work is done well, the resistance of the werewolves will be much smaller, and even more people can turn to our side."

The young master nodded in sudden enlightenment: "Doing this will indeed reduce a lot of resistance, but isn't your legion very strong? Even if there are more resistance, it is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in front of you."

Hearing this, Richard couldn't help but sigh.

It's hard to explain things with different concepts.

"I'm not going to exterminate you. If you resist less, I will have more people in the future. And although my army is large, it is not like a stone that can be thrown away casually.

Why not reduce the losses that can be reduced?"

The young master suddenly realized again, and said to Richard with admiration: "You are such a high position, but you can still be a warrior at the bottom. You are really a unique and righteous king."

Richard waved his hand and thought that it was useless to explain it.

Whether it was a goblin or a werewolf, in his eyes, they were his property, and no one liked to let his property go to waste.

"Come with me, I need to activate your bloodline these days and hold a ceremony by the way."

"Yes, lord."

Richard waved his hand, and an invisible force field brought the young master into the air. But in the air, Richard paused for a moment, and then grabbed Bai Yi, who was about to follow, into the force field.

"I almost forgot about you, kid. It's just right. When I activate the bloodline later, I can fuse it for you."

"What to fuse?"

Bai was somewhat resistant to the force field around him. As a level 3 creature, he could already fly by instinct, and didn't need Richard to carry him at all.

"What to fuse? Of course it's the bloodline of the White Wolf King." Richard said as a matter of course.

"The White Wolf King gave blood to the general. You should know more about your allusions than me."

"Ah? I'm a general?"