Wizard: I can refine everything

In the dense forest, Old John crouched down and carefully observed the traces of broken plants and blood on the ground in the moonlight.

"Go this way."

Old John made a judgment and whispered in a direction.

Locken's escape traces were obvious. Even though many traces were burned by the fire, Old John still found his traces effortlessly.

According to these traces, Richard came to a valley all the way.

There was sparse vegetation in the valley. Richard lay on a high place and easily saw Locken with a bonfire.

"The fat man seemed to be looking at something." Ellie whispered.

Richard also saw what Locken was holding - it was a notebook.

"I'll go up to him later. Ellie, you use magic to prevent him from escaping. Old John, you hide first."

After arranging the plan, Richard opened his blood again. After the black scales covered his entire torso, he cast a silencer on himself.

Everything was ready. Richard suddenly emerged from the forest, holding a big sword and rushing towards Locken like a black lightning.

Under the effect of the silencer, Richard's actions were almost silent, and Locke seemed to be mesmerized by the notebook in his hand and did not notice anything wrong around him.

Puff.

Blood splattered.

Locke finally realized the danger at the last moment and rolled to the side in a very embarrassed manner. Behind him, a terrible wound across his back was constantly oozing blood.

"You are not dead!" Locke was shocked.

"Not only are you not dead, but I will take your dog life now."

Richard's face was cold, and the big sword in his hand slashed again.

This time Locke was prepared, and two invisible barriers appeared in front of the blade in an instant.

Two force field barriers!

Locke looked at Richard with some mockery.

"Idiot is lucky. You have become a wizard apprentice, and you can only use a sword!"

But what greeted him was Richard's sarcastic look.

Saban could break through the force field barrier, so how could Richard not break through it?

The sharp sword tip screamed, and the barrier in front of Locke was instantly broken. This was the famous skill of the Duke of Hesse, the Wind Crow Slash. In front of the high-speed sword blade, even plate armor could be split in two. On the battlefield, this sword often destroyed both men and horses.

The sword blade passed, and the head flew up.

Locke's eyes widened, and he was puzzled until his death.

How could his sword break through two layers of force field barriers!

Seeing that Richard's action was going smoothly, Ellie and Old John followed suit.

Looking at Locke's headless body, Ellie muttered something in her mouth, and the magic power in her body surged. A black gas flowed out from her fingertips and drilled into Locke's body.

After a while, Locke's body shrank rapidly like a deflated balloon, and the whole body instantly became skin and bones.

"It's done." Ellie looked at the corpse nervously.

This was her first time using a curse spell, and she didn't know how effective it would be.

Suddenly, a large bulge appeared in the shriveled corpse. After a while, a fist-sized white worm emerged from the bulge.

"Success!" Ellie shouted excitedly.

"What is this?" Richard asked curiously.

"This is a cursed worm, which is a casting material needed for many curse spells." Ellie took the worm in her hand. Unlike ordinary worms, this worm became motionless after Ellie took it in her hand, without any struggle.

"This one is so big, if I sell it, I can probably sell it for five magic stones."

"Can it still be sold?"

"Of course it can be sold." Ellie rolled her eyes at Richard and carefully put the worm into the bag around her waist. "In addition to being used as a casting material for cursing others, this thing can also be used as a casting material to resist curses."

"Then this is a good thing."

After experimenting with the spell, Richard picked up the notes that Locke was reading from the ground.

The pages of the notes were a little yellowed, and the edges were a little wrinkled due to moisture. It looked like it had been thrown in the wild for some years.

The notes were written in wizard language, and the records were a little blurry, but most of them were clearly visible. This saved Richard the trouble of refining his spiritual power.

Speaking of which, Richard was not sure if such blurry words could be refined.

After flipping through a few pages, Richard finally understood why the group wanted to kill Loken.

"Notes of a senior apprentice, how could such a thing appear in the Black Rock Mountains?"

Puzzled, Richard began to flip through the notes in front of the fire.

"July 10, heavy rain

The weather is bad today. It has been raining since the day before yesterday. If it continues like this, mushrooms will grow in the room.

July 15, sunny

The rain finally stopped. A massage parlor opened in the black building next door today. I heard that it can relieve mental fatigue. I don't know if it's true or not.

Let's go and have a look tomorrow.

July 16, sunny

The massage parlor is pretty good. I heard that the special items will be even better.

Let's try it tomorrow.

July 17, sunny

Go to the massage parlor.

July 18, cloudy

Go to the massage parlor.

July 19, sunny

Damn, those bitches actually used aphrodisiac incense as meditation incense!

July 20, sunny

Go to the massage parlor."

Richard quickly flipped through a few pages and found that they were all comments about the massage parlor.

"Fuck, even Brother Tumu can't go there so often."

Skipping the massage parlor part, Richard finally saw the main topic.

The owner of this notebook majored in the School of Evocation. The notebook records his ideas for modifying the model of the first-level spell Hand of Fire, as well as the experimental results after the modification.

"The power is increased by one energy level, and the consumption is reduced by one tenth. Just based on this modification idea, tonight's work is not in vain." Richard was a little excited.

Energy level is the basic unit for the School of Evocation to evaluate the power of spells. One energy level is equivalent to the power of a spell missile. However, since many wizards' spells cannot be evaluated by direct power, this unit is generally only used by the School of Evocation.

Continue to read the notebook.

"May 12, sunny

There is only one magic stone left. How many magic stones did those whores in the massage parlor cheat me of?

May 13, cloudy

There are so many people in the mission hall. These guys who just enrolled don't listen to the class. What mission are they doing!

May 15, sunny

Finally, there is a mission worth seeing. Go to Black Rock Mountains to collect medicinal herbs and you will get 20 magic stones. The round-trip fare will also be reimbursed. The wizards of the Alchemy School are really rich.

May 19, light rain

It's raining again. I have been in Black Rock Mountains for a day and haven't found anything. There is a reason why the reward is so high."

At this point in the diary, there is suddenly a blank space in the notes.

Richard flipped back a few pages and found a few lines of scribbled words, the last of which was written in blood.

"What is that! What the hell did the mudslide release!"

"Live iron net, how on earth did this thing appear in the Blackrock Mountains."

"Guardian Golem! I know, I broke into a wizard's laboratory! Those weird things are the wizard's protective measures!"

Wizard laboratory!

Richard felt his heart skip a beat.

The benefits of a wizard laboratory are huge. The various specimens placed in the laboratory, the various experimental materials collected by the wizard, and even the experimental instruments are invaluable treasures for apprentices.

Richard continued to flip through the notes. After a long blank period, a line of blood written with fingers appeared in front of him at the end of the notebook.

"The wizard is dead!"