Wizard: I can refine everything

The news from Taoist Xuanqing came at the right time, because the elite team on the front line sent back intelligence the day after he sent the news.

They found that an unknown army was advancing towards the front line.

These troops wore black iron armor, held black guns and bows in their hands, and marched towards the front line day and night like robots.

Among these troops, they also saw many werewolves wearing wide robes. These werewolves were often in the center of the legion, and looked out of tune with the soldiers around them.

If there was no information from Taoist Xuanqing, these legions would not cause the goblins to misjudge, but it would be enough to attract the goblins' guarding force. When they encountered the real Taoist legion, they might not react in time, resulting in the failure of the Taoist legion to be completely wiped out.

These Taoists are easy to deal with when they are gathered together, but if they are scattered in the countryside, they will be the most troublesome enemy.

A Taoist who has cultivated into an immortal body is definitely not inferior to an ordinary three-ring wizard in terms of difficulty.

"Keep the front line alert and be ready to deal with the impact of the werewolf legion at any time." The highest command room issued an order.

After the first intelligence, more than ten intelligence reports were sent back from the front line. These intelligence reports were all about the Taoist Corps, but all the reports had nothing to do with the real Taoist Corps.

The Taoist Corps seemed to not exist.

Looking at the goblins in the command room who were discussing where the Taoist Corps might be, Richard had no intention of getting involved.

No matter how strong the Taoist Corps was, it was impossible to hide from Richard's eyes. As long as he wanted, the Taoist Corps would definitely have nowhere to hide. But he didn't do that.

Although Richard hated to test this statement, he was doing something similar at the moment.

These goblin corps will face a civilized battlefield in the future. If this simple indigenous war requires him to take action to resolve it, it can only mean that he has made a mistake.

The goblins will no longer have an army in the future, and this race will become a purely logistical race... This doesn't seem to be a bad thing for the goblins.

In short, unless the situation deteriorates to the point where he has to take action, he will not personally take action in this battle.

Suddenly, a call sounded in his ears.

"Lord, I succeeded!"

...

In the prisoner-of-war camp, tens of thousands of werewolf warriors knelt on the ground facing the young master.

At this moment, the young master was stained with holy light, and his white hair shone like gold at this moment.

It has been three days since he entered the prisoner-of-war camp. During these three days, he started with the most powerful werewolves in the prisoner-of-war camp, using blood suppression and the werewolf ancestral method to subdue these leading wolves.

A werewolf is a creature that needs a leader. Once the leader is subdued, the werewolves he leads will also be subdued. Even if there are those who refuse to obey, they are only a small part.

And facing these disobedient ones, the young master's treatment is also very simple.

"If you don't obey the king, there is only one way to die."

After subduing them, Bai began to teach them the scriptures of the Miracle Order-of-God-special edition-of course, this is a special edition for werewolves. After all, the two races of goblins and werewolves are very different. If they are copied completely, it is likely that strange scenes such as prohibiting tigers from eating all meat and requiring a combination of meat and vegetables will appear.

After the scriptures were passed on to several wolf leaders, the wolf leaders consciously spread the scriptures to the next level.

Under the leadership of the leader, the werewolves began to consciously accept the scriptures. And when everyone began to accept the scriptures, conformity appeared.

The vision described in the scriptures is very beautiful, 10,000 times better than the current family rule. Even the most stubborn werewolves admit this. At first, the werewolves studied the scriptures perhaps because of the requirements of the wolf leaders, or because of conformity. But when they really think about the content, the seeds of faith appear.

These people are not old farmers in the countryside, they are warriors. Even warriors from lower-grade families can read and read. And this means that their thoughts are more active than those of old farmers.

At this time, the young master began to wander around the camp to answer questions for these warriors.

Although the young master is young, as the legitimate son of a noble family, he has read a lot of books since he was a child. Even in the Luo family, he did not stop learning.

In terms of speaking and thinking, these werewolves can't catch up with him.

Under the young master's explanation, the first believers appeared. The warriors who became believers began to preach to the people around them under the young master's oracle.

One spread ten, ten spread a hundred. However, in just three days, all the prisoners in the prisoner-of-war camp became believers of the young master, or the White Wolf God.

Although most of these people are just shallow believers, it is enough.

The original believers of the White Wolf Society, the Fairyland World Branch of the Miracle Order, and the skeleton of the priests have been built. The rest is to spread this belief and pass it on from the warriors to the civilians.

The power of faith of the warriors is not nobler than that of the civilians.

On the contrary, the power of faith of the civilians who have not received education is often much purer than those smart people who have received education, and it is easier to give birth to devout believers and fanatics.

Richard came to the prisoner-of-war camp, and after seeing the werewolf warriors kneeling and praying, he smiled. The young master was his follower, so the young master's followers were also his followers. Therefore, he could feel the depth of the werewolves' faith around him.

In his perception, in three days, the young master had created twelve fanatics and hundreds of devout believers.

This number was enough to support a small sect.

"It seems that you should have your own team."

The young master came to Richard, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and said respectfully: "These are the results of your help."

Richard looked behind the young master, and for some reason, the white fur had turned snow-white at this moment.

"Did you give him blood?"

"Yes."

"It saves me the trouble. Let him go to the laboratory. Chong Yinhart will further transform him. The missionary work should be put on the agenda as soon as possible. Our occupied area is not small."

"Yes, lord."

...

"Still no trace?"

"Still no."

In the general command room, a group of old goblins who had fought in the abyss war for hundreds of years looked at the map on the table and scratched their heads anxiously.

It has been half a month since the first puppet army was discovered. All kinds of intelligence collected from the front line were sent to the command tower one by one. But they just couldn't find where the Taoist army was.

The exploration range of the elite team has been expanded to 200 kilometers outside the front line. Military deployment maps have been sent one after another. If the war starts now, there is no need for elite teams to assassinate. The infantry can easily advance the front line.

"Could it be that this group of people did not come to the front line at all? They are still in the rear, and they just sent a small force to scout the front?" An old goblin guessed.

"Impossible, we have received the news for half a month, even the werewolf warriors should have collected intelligence. These people must be hiding somewhere, waiting for us to advance the front line and give us a hard time."

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As he said, an old goblin showed a hint of cruelty on his face.

"Send out the air force as well. These guys can hide as clouds. Maybe they are disguised as that cloud and staring at us."

"Makes sense. I will dispatch the air force now."

An hour later, the war airships were dispatched collectively, and the goblin air force in flight suits began to check the airspace near the front line. Large tracts of clouds were destroyed by witchcraft, so that the front line was constantly cloudy and rainy.

…

Front line, outside of defense zone No. 13.

“How come these extraterritorial demons are so elite?”

Looking at the orderly goblins in the Taoist mirror, a Taoist priest exclaimed in a way that was almost like complaining. He was born in a high-quality family, and the warriors in his family were also quite large, so he knew how much effort it took to train the army to be like this.

But during the reconnaissance, he found that these extraterritorial demons did not seem to have the army he usually had in his impression, and each one was extremely elite.

“Those who can invade other worlds with the big demon cannot be straw bags,” another Taoist priest next to the mirror replied,

“What should we do?”

“What else can we do? Go back and tell the commander that this place is not a soft persimmon.”

After that, he took out a Taoist instrument and began to report the reconnaissance situation to the commander thousands of miles away.

The highest command room never thought that the reason they could not find the trace of the Taoist Corps was that the Taoist Corps was really not close to the front line.

Although the Immortals gave them elixirs and Taoist tools, it was obviously impossible to expect them to work hard for these things.

They were "immortals".

In terms of cognition, they thought they were superior to their mortal relatives who had not yet become immortals.

Ask them to work hard for these mortals? Dream on!

Just find a weak spot and hit them a few times. Fighting should be the business of the warriors, and the immortals should be behind the scenes to plan and strategize.

"Or elite?"

The Taoist on the other side of the mirror had a headache.

"Okay, got it."

The Taoist put the mirror down, and around him, the inspectors of the seven Immortals were looking at him.

"Ninth Commander, you have been dragging it on for half a month."

"I am collecting intelligence."

"You should have collected almost everything now."

"Still..."

The Ninth Commander was forced back by the cold eyes of the inspectors of the seven Immortals before he finished speaking.

"Commander Nine, recently there have been a lot of calls within the alliance to disband and surrender to the demons. I think you are not one of them." An inspector said.

"Of course not!" Commander Nine said angrily, "Who do you think I am?"

"Then you'd better hurry up." Another inspector said coldly, "If you delay like this, it will be bad for both you and me."

"...Alas! I know."

After that, Commander Nine came to the map hanging on the wall in front of the room. On the map, a nearly perfect circle is as indestructible as a copper wall and iron wall.

"Since you can't fool them, you can only force it."

"Pass my order, the whole army will move out, prepare the talisman paper and soldiers, and since we have to fight hard, we must go all out."