Wizard: I can refine everything

Listening to his father's words, Azuhan suddenly felt powerless.

For the first time, he felt that they might not win this war.

"Father, can we win?" Azuhan looked at Harash, hoping to get some comfort.

But Harash shook his head.

"I don't know, but we can make this war develop in a direction where we can win."

As he spoke, Harash took out a piece of white paper from the pocket of his robe.

In the Chiyang world, paper is generally made from a plant called the Earth Fire Tree, and the paper made from this tree is red. If you want a piece of white paper, you must go through multiple processes, which is very troublesome to make.

But because of this, the Salamander nobles all use white paper.

But Azuhan noticed that Harash's white paper was a little different. He seemed to see a touch of gold on the edge of the paper.

"My son, although your wisdom is not enough to keep you alive on the front battlefield, the Morik Empire has more than one battlefield."

Halash handed the white paper to Azuhan. After Azuhan took it, he saw that the edge of the white paper was branded with golden patterns - gold, the most supreme color among the fire lizards.

When a piece of paper is printed with golden patterns, it means that the paper comes from the palace.

The content written on the paper is very simple. This is a letter of appointment. Azuhan was appointed as the leader of an organization called the Morik Shield. His main task is to deal with those wizards who infiltrated the rear of the empire.

"Father, this is..."

Azuhan looked at Harash blankly. He had never heard of this organization called the Morik Shield before. How did he suddenly become the leader of this organization?

Moreover, according to the content of this letter of appointment, Azuhan found that the power of the organization he was in charge of was ridiculous.

He could even ask all levels of internal affairs officials in the empire to cooperate with him.

"Because of the change in war strategy, more and more wizards, called black wizards by wizards, have appeared in the empire. These black wizards keep harassing our rear, destroying military warehouses, and assassinating important officials. These are what they do.

We must organize a group of people to deal with these black wizards."

Halash rubbed his son's head: "This is a difficult task. His Majesty has given you this task, and you must shoulder this responsibility.

Don't be afraid of failure, don't be afraid of offending people.

Although I am no longer a marshal, I am still a general of the empire."

Azuhan looked at the letter of appointment in his hand blankly, and felt that this piece of white paper was very heavy.

Halash patted Azuhan on the back:

"Go back and think about what to do. If you need it, I can withdraw some from the army... Anyway, the advancement of the front depends on wizards, not on us."

...

With the paper, Azuhan returned to his room.

Halash's words kept echoing in his ears, don't be afraid of failure, don't be afraid of offending people, but how can he not be afraid?

His failure consumed the reputation that his father had accumulated over hundreds of years.

Thinking about it in the room, Azuhan only felt a sense of depression in his chest.

How should he organize people, how to set rules, and how to prevent corrupt officials from appearing in such a powerful organization?

The more Azuhan thought about it, the more depressed he became. He simply left the room and walked aimlessly on the street.

Azuhan lived in the capital of the Morik Empire. At this moment when the Morik Empire was mired in the quagmire of war, the capital was still bustling and prosperous, and there was no trace of war.

Azuhan walked on the street. Although he lowered his head to think about how to solve these problems, he did not meet a single pedestrian on the street.

When Azuhan raised his head, he found that he was a reef in the river, and the crowd was divided into two by his reef.

In the Morik Empire and even in all empires, the silver-horned nobles were second to none. Even if Azuhan walked in the surging crowd, all the fire lizards would consciously avoid him.

Looking at the fearful eyes around him, Azuhan suddenly had an idea.

There are many silver-horned nobles in the capital. If he lets this group of people join the Shield of Morik, then he won't have to worry about power corruption and personnel combat effectiveness.

Even if the silver-horned nobles lie still, as long as they live long enough, their strength can reach the standard of the Royal Guard Dragon Warrior.

Moreover, these people are lawless on weekdays. The power of the Shield of Morik may be a huge temptation for ordinary fire lizards, but for these fire lizards, it is just a daily routine.

Moreover, the officials of the empire are more or less related to the nobles, so they will not be tripped up by the officials when they go to investigate.

The more Azuhan thought about it, the more he felt that his idea was good, but now there was a problem in front of him.

How should he recruit this group of silver-horned nobles, and how should he restrain this group of silver-horned nobles.

Azuhan walked aimlessly along the street, from the scorching sun in the sky to the setting sun.

As he walked, Azuhan suddenly bumped into someone.

"Hmm?"

Azuhan looked up and saw a female fire lizard in a white robe with gold patterns standing in front of him.

"Azuhan, what happened to you today? You walked on the street all day and you look like you lost your soul."

Azuhan saw the fire lizard's face clearly and bowed slightly: "Your Highness."

The princess looked at Azuhan, her golden dragon eyes showing some dissatisfaction.

"I remember I told you that you don't need to salute when you see me! And don't call me Princess, I have a name, call me Akara!"

Azuhan stood up straight, looking a little embarrassed.

"Yes, Sir... His Highness Akara."

Akara waved his hand helplessly: "Forget it, tell me what you are thinking about. I heard that the marshal has found a position for you. What, what are you thinking about?"

Azuhan nodded: "I am indeed thinking about this matter. Your Highness, how do you think we can restrain the Silver Horn nobles?"

"Restrain you?" Akara suddenly laughed, "How do you restrain you? I'm afraid no one can restrain you except my father."

Azuhan scratched his head in embarrassment.

Seeing him like this, Akara couldn't help but stop laughing: "Are you serious? Why do you want to restrain the Silver Horn nobles? Did the Marshal find you a noble law enforcement officer?"

"That's not true." Azuhan shook his head, and then told Akara his thoughts.

After hearing this, Akara thought for a moment, and suddenly his eyes lit up and he said:

"Yes, you have to restrain this group of nobles and let me join them. How dare you disobey me?"

Akara's words were not arrogant. As the only daughter of the Salamander King, her status was one level higher than that of the Silver Horn nobles.

This gives her a natural legal high ground.

Moreover, Akara's strength is considered to be at the upper level in the empire. The second level peak is about to enter the third level of strength. Few of the Silver Horn nobles who are left behind can defeat her.

And the most important thing is that she and Azuhan grew up playing together, and they were so good to each other that they slept in the same bed, and they were not afraid of anyone sowing discord.

"This... is not good." Azuhan hesitated.

What Akara said is indeed a solution, but after all, Akara is a princess, and this status is really special.

"If there's anything not so good, I'll join in. What do you do to me?"

Akara looked at Azuhan provocatively, with a rather arrogant tone.

"That's... ok. Then I'll go back and prepare some rules, and I'll find you tomorrow."

After saying that, Azuhan turned around and was about to go back, but after taking a few steps, someone grabbed his tail.

He looked back and saw that his tail was wrapped around another tail, and the owner of that tail was looking at him with a half-smile.

"Don't go back to you. I opened a bottle of 100-year-old Dragon Flame wine today. How about we try it together?"

…

The establishment of Morik's Shield did create a lot of trouble for dark wizards.

Led by two founders with vast backgrounds, Morik's Shield has received full support from the nobles of the Morik Empire, and they can get whatever they want.

And no one dares to point fingers at these two.

This also allows the two to be wild and eclectic when recruiting members.

Through Harash's relationship, Azuhan mobilized a group of salamander warriors from the front line as the basic operators of Morik's Shield, and then recruited a group of silver-horned nobles to be used as high-end combat power.

In addition, Azuhan also recruited many non-combatants.

Some of these non-combat talents are royal blacksmiths, some are hunters who specialize in hunting flaming beasts, and some are breeders of the Colosseum...

These people all have some special abilities. Morik's Shield organizes these people, unites them for the purpose of serving the country, and then uses them to hunt down dark wizards.

Although these people's abilities have nothing to do with direct combat power, they often work wonders when tracking down dark wizards.

In pursuit after pursuit, Morik's Shield gradually matured. The internal structure, personnel composition, logistics support, tactical arrangements and other matters were gradually improved in battle after battle.

This newly created organization is gradually growing into a big trouble for dark wizards.

…

In the bright laboratory, the black-robed wizard was busy with his experiments in front of the test bench.

He is using magic power to carve runes the size of sesame seeds on a black rune base plate.

Suddenly, the crystal ball on the test platform suddenly lit up, and a cold voice came from it.

"Advisor Richard, the headquarters has decided to use the magic support vehicle to carry out the mission. Please join the White Wizard Team No. 13 immediately and follow them to fight together."

The wizard glanced at the crystal ball and put down the rune base plate in his hand.

"It's been ten years, and I finally have a mission."

Richard cleaned up the test bench and took out a strange wand from his magic pocket.

The upper half of the wand is plain and simple, with a red flame orb inlaid on the top of the black wand. But in the lower half of the wand, the plain and simple wand has countless complicated patterns, which look like entwined vines or the lush branches and leaves of an ancient tree.