Wizard: I can refine everything

Cliff felt like he was trapped in a nightmare.

In this dream, he was being torn apart by a giant monster cultivated by a wizard one second, and the next second he was back in the Royal City of Morik, where he was sentenced to treason by the King of Salamanders.

Then it kept repeating.

He couldn't tell which was reality and which was illusion. His brain seemed to be covered with a veil, and reality and illusion merged into one.

But the pain did not decrease.

Cliff could clearly recall the pain of being eaten by the monster. It felt like a red-hot iron was stirring in his brain, almost making his brain boil.

And the trial in the Royal City of Morik made his faith collapse. Everything he fought for collapsed in front of his eyes. He was pointed at by thousands of people, and his name was engraved on the pillar of shame and spit on for ten thousand years.

"Ah!"

Cliff suddenly woke up from the nightmare.

He looked around blankly, and his slow brain finally reminded him of the situation he was facing.

He was captured alive by the wizard, and the wizard was torturing him.

"Is this the wizard's method?"

Cliff felt a chill on his spine, and the scales on his body seemed to stand up.

He still remembered the scene in the dream, and the pain that penetrated into his bones made his body tremble unconsciously just by recalling it.

"It seems to be effective."

The wizard's cold voice woke Cliff from his memory.

Richard looked at him, and under the black robe, the golden dragon eyes made Cliff shudder.

"Can you tell me the specific effect of your firework now?"

Fireworks?

Cliff remembered the current situation and was about to curse Richard.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, the terrible pain in his memory made his body tremble constantly. But in the end, honor and loyalty defeated the pain. Cliff stared at Richard and roared:

"There is no traitor in the Norichius family!"

But Richard responded to him with only a cold look.

"Really? We still have plenty of time, I hope you can keep going."

There is still plenty of time?

Cliff looked at Richard, not knowing what he was talking about. Although he couldn't remember how long he had been in the nightmare, it was definitely not short.

Even if time in the hallucination was faster than outside, how much faster could it be?

The wizard didn't have much time left.

Richard took out a pocket watch and looked at the time on it.

"I can tell you now that only one minute has passed. I believe that even if we are in a hurry, we still have a few minutes."

As he said that, Cliff saw a mouthful of snow-white fangs under the black hood.

"This wizard is actually laughing!" Cliff screamed in his heart.

The next moment, his mind fell into a nightmare again.

...

Wake up, nightmare, wake up, nightmare... Cliff didn't know how many times he had experienced this process.

Unlike those who gradually became numb to pain after experiencing torture, the nightmare erosion would put Cliff into the situation he feared the most every time.

This situation would even change because of his change in mentality.

This almost made Cliff's spirit collapse.

As Cliff woke up from the nightmare again, tears could not be controlled from his eyes, and his whole spirit seemed to collapse. He shouted desperately at Richard:

"Kill me! Kill me!"

But there was only one cold question waiting for him.

"Tell me the effect of that firework."

Cliff looked at Richard desperately, and the balance between relief and honor made his heart sway constantly.

Finally, Cliff made a decision.

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you! That firework is a new type of rescue firework we made recently. It has the power of the dragon spell warlock, which can mark all wizards within ten kilometers around it."

Richard nodded and continued to ask: "Then, what means do you use to chase these marks?"

Cliff looked at Richard with lifeless eyes and clenched his palms: "Can you let me die if I tell you?"

Richard nodded and said calmly: "I don't like to torture people. I will let you go if you tell me."

Cliff looked at Richard for a while, and then began to dictate the tracking method.

Wizards marked by fireworks can be detected by an instrument similar to a compass, and the detection range of this instrument is about ten kilometers.

In other words, as long as the fire lizard patrol is more than ten kilometers away, the convoy will basically not be detected.

"Very good, but I need to confirm the truth."

Richard grabbed Cliff and found the soul wizard of the team.

"This is the information he told me. Please confirm the truth. If it is true, kill him."

Richard wrote the information Cliff said on a piece of paper and handed it to the soul wizard, then flew to the turret part of the spell support vehicle and skillfully disassembled the magic guide components and spell casting components of the turret.

Looking at the spell casting components that had become a pile, Richard scratched his head and took out a new one from his magic pocket.

The spell support vehicle is really fun to use, but every time it is used, the spell casting components must be replaced and the guide components must be reshaped.

After repairing the turret, Richard turned and flew to the next vehicle to continue replacing parts.

Although there is information about the fire lizard, if you encounter a patrol team, it is better to deal with it if the spell support vehicle turret can be used.

Soon, Richard heard a cry of relief.

The soul wizard handed Cliff's body to Richard and asked curiously:

"What did you do to him? This fire lizard's mind is like a building made of ruins. He is immune to my mind spells."

Richard raised his finger to his mouth: "This is a secret, so his information is true?"

"It should be true, but there is a shadow in his mind, and I can't find out the part inside."

"Shadow?"

Richard raised his eyebrows, and a hint of ominous premonition flashed through his mind.

The soul wizard waved his hand indifferently: "This is a normal phenomenon. Many people have shadows in their hearts. These shadows often hide people's hidden personalities, or some painful and unbearable experiences. There is nothing strange.

You have destroyed his mind to that state, even an iron man should say it."

Richard looked at the corpse in his arms, and suddenly found that the fire lizard seemed to be holding something in his hand. He opened it and saw that a golden badge like a dragon claw was deeply embedded in Cliff's flesh and blood.

"Golden badge?"

Richard took the badge and looked at it, confirming that it was a handicraft. In addition to its exquisite workmanship, it had no effect.

"Strange behavior."

Richard shook his head, put Cliff's body and the medal into the magic pocket, and then continued to repair the turret.

...

On the bombed battlefield, a team of fire lizards riding dragon beasts like camels searched the battlefield.

"Sir, it's confirmed. There are a total of 56 bodies, but Lord Cliff is missing." A fire lizard warrior reported to a fire lizard with black dragon horns.

"Only Cliff is missing?"

The black-horned fire lizard looked at the surrounding environment. This battlefield seemed to have been cleaned up. It was obviously attacked by the white wizard army.

But judging from the corpses on the battlefield, the group of white wizards should not have cleaned up the battlefield.

All the fire lizards who deal with wizards know that wizards have a special liking for their corpses. In many cases, even the residual limbs will be taken away by the wizards.

But now there are many relatively intact corpses on the battlefield, which is obviously a bit wasteful for wizards.

"What do these wizards want to do? Are they going to use the Red Soil Plain as a breakthrough point to attack the heartland of the empire?"

The Black-Horned Salamander was somewhat unsure of the wizard's intentions. Logically, the wizard must have his own strategic goals when sending out such a large number of wizards.

But there is no valuable target on the Red Soil Plain.

However, the Black-Horned Salamander did not think for too long. He was just a grassroots commander. He only needed to hand over the intelligence and let the bigwigs above think about the wizard's intentions.

Now he has more important tasks to do.

"Contact the surrounding patrols and ask them to take their instruments and search for Lord Cliff with the battlefield as the center. If he is alive, he must be found. If he is dead, he must be found dead." The Black-Horned Salamander ordered his subordinates, "The rest of you continue to search."

Not long after, a Salamander rushed towards the Black-Horned Salamander.

"My Lord! Come over here and take a look."

...

The Black-Horned Salamander pinched the somewhat firm red soil on the ground and stood up.

This place is four kilometers away from the launch site of the rescue fireworks, and it looks no different from the ordinary Red Soil Plain.

But his scouts found something wrong.

There were several well-covered crushing marks on the red land.

The cover-up of these marks was almost perfect. If it weren't for the dragon beast stepping on the marks, and the fire lizard happened to see that the depth of the dragon beast's footprints was different from usual.

Maybe these marks would have been overlooked.

The black-horned fire lizard looked at the several traces that were spreading and cleared by his subordinates, and had some vague guesses in his heart.

In addition to war airships, wizards also have some movable alchemical vehicles, and the black-horned fire lizard has seen some of them.

The black-horned fire lizard took a horn from his waist and blew it hard.

The melodious horn sound quickly gathered all the fire lizards in the patrol team here.

The black-horned fire lizard pointed to the marks on the ground:

"Follow the traces, the wizards brought new weapons this time, everyone be careful. You guys, notify the surrounding patrols to let them pay attention to whether there are the same traces."

"Yes!"

...

On the red soil plain, four magic support vehicles are driving fast.

The theoretical maximum speed of the magic support vehicle can reach 120 kilometers per hour, but in the actual battlefield, this speed will definitely be reduced due to various factors.

The red soil plain is flat, which is very suitable for the magic support vehicle to race, but because of various problems in the past few days, several wizards only dare to drive at 80 kilometers per hour, for fear that the magic support vehicle will break down.

Although the command center allows abandoning the vehicle and escaping, it is also conditional. And the firepower of these magic support vehicles is fierce, and several wizards have seen it.

The magic support vehicle is equivalent to a one-time magic mass shooting. If you are unlucky and hit the fire lizard patrol, this thing will definitely kill them out of the siege with a round of volleys.

As if to confirm their thoughts, a team of fire lizard patrols suddenly appeared in front of the convoy.

"Enemy attack, prepare to break through!"