Wizard: I can refine everything

Hearing Herran's call, several people on the shore immediately picked up the chain swords beside them and walked towards Herran.

In the dense forest, Herran was holding a purple dwarf in his hand and joined several salamanders approaching.

"What is this?"

Kava poked the creature in Herran's hand curiously.

The creature in Herran's hand looks similar to a human, but its body is shorter and stronger.

This purple-skinned dwarf is only about 1.4 meters tall, but his muscles are extremely developed. From a distance, he looks like a muscular man.

Even though he was carried away so easily by Herran, if it were a second-level salamander, the dwarf would have broken free by this moment.

This dwarf has long black hair, but is bald. Underneath the long hair is a pair of dark purple eyes and a beard that reaches down to his navel.

The dwarf looked very calm, even though his feet were being knocked off the ground by Heraant.

He looked at the several salamanders with deep eyes, without any trace of nervousness on his face.

"This is... a wizard?" Mishaan looked at the dwarf and asked with some uncertainty.

To the Salamander, a wizard without physical transformation is just the same.

Although the dwarf in front of me has purple skin, he looks similar to a wizard.

Salamander knew that the wizard would modify his body, and it was normal for his skin to change color.

"I don't see it."

Makar knelt down and looked closely at the dwarf's eyes with a pair of golden dragon eyes.

He asked in a somewhat stiff wizarding language: "Tell me why you came, dwarf."

The dwarf trembled violently under the gaze of Dragon Eye, and Makar could see that the creature was instinctively nervous.

And it's very intense.

Makar has seen this reaction before, and many Salamanders had this reaction when they met the King of Salamanders for the first time.

Even though tens of thousands of years have passed, the dragon's slaves will still tremble out of instinct when they see the dragon's eyes.

The dwarf tried hard to look directly into Makar's eyes, and replied in the same awkward wizarding language:

"I need to see your master, a strong man from another world conquered by a wizard."

Makar winked at Hlaan, and Hlaan immediately lowered the dwarf to the ground.

In front of four level three creatures, a dwarf who is only level two cannot escape no matter how powerful he is.

Makar communicated with several companions in Salamander language:

"This dwarf is very strange. He is not a wizard, nor does he look like a wizard's slave."

Herran agreed: "I think so too, that's why I asked you to come over and take a look."

"Could it be a native creature of this world?" Mishan expressed his guess, "This world is so vast, it makes no sense that there is no intelligent race."

"Will wizards share the world with others?" Kava retorted, "Except for adults, these wizards only want to enslave other races."

"What if it's not sharing?" Makar asked, "What if this race exists as pets, or as a kind of Warcraft?

I have heard adults say that this world is the inner world of an artifact forged by the greatest wizard of truth in the wizarding world.

It is said that these great wizards of truth have gone beyond the scope of the Lord of the World and have reached another realm.

To them, ordinary world lords are probably nothing more than pets. "

Makar's statement is not unreasonable. You look at me and I look at you. Finally, Kawa took the lead and said:

"Let's ask this guy what he wants to do first. Maybe he can help you?"

As he spoke, Kava knelt down and asked the dwarf:

"Dwarf, let me tell you your purpose. The wizard is not something you can just meet if you want."

The dwarf did not change at all because of Kava's unkind tone. He continued to say calmly:

"I need to see your master, a strong man from another world conquered by a wizard."

Kava was a little confused and looked up at the other salamanders.

"This dwarf doesn't know a word."

Makar looked at the dwarf and said in a low voice: "If you don't explain your purpose, we can't let you see the Lord."

The dwarf was silent for a moment and took out a leather scroll from his pocket.

Opening the scroll, the content of the scroll turned out to be a portrait of Richard painted in blood.

Although the portrait only has a few strokes, it perfectly presents Richard's expression.

Makar was certain that even if he painted it himself, he would not be able to paint it better than this one.

"The powerful alien conquered by the wizard, the high priest of our clan saw your master in a divination not long ago. He held a wand made of gold and silver in his hand, followed by four dragon-blooded giants wearing steel armor.

He will be the savior of our race! "

The Salamanders were a little confused by what the dwarf said.

Divination?

This excuse is too lame.

But this dwarf happened to be quite right. Makar knew that Richard had two staffs, one made of mithril alloy as the main material, and the other as the main material of adamantine alloy.

These things are definitely not things that a dwarf who appears out of nowhere can know.

But this dwarf high priest seems to have missed something.

Richard couldn't help them now.

"Go back and tell your high priest that I can't help you now." Makar said calmly.

When the dwarf heard this, he said without changing his expression: "Is it because he is like a stone and can't move now?"

Buzz!

As soon as the dwarf said this, four chain swords were placed on his neck.

Makar narrowed his eyes and looked a little unkind.

"Dwarf, this is also what your high priest saw from the divination."

The dwarf nodded and took off a very simple-looking straw man from his waist, not paying any attention to the chain sword next to his head.

"The high priest saw during the divination that the wizard was wrapped in a thick fog, like a white stone.

So before sending me out, he gave this thing to me and asked me to help this lord get rid of his bondage. "

The dwarf's words scratched the itch of the salamanders. Several salamanders have been staying here for ten years. Although they can still be patient, if Richard can get out of trouble early.

Then they don't mind either.

"Do you believe this dwarf?" Cava, who wanted Richard to get out of trouble most, asked first.

Makar shook his head: "I don't know, but I think this dwarf should be trustworthy."

The dwarf never avoided his gaze from beginning to end. Makar seemed to see an unshakable mountain in the dwarf's eyes.

Solid strength cannot take away his ambition, and ten thousand thoughts cannot disturb his mind.

Makar had seen this idea in the eyes of many salamanders, and these people eventually died in the war with the wizards.

"Then let him try?" Herran's tone was a little uncertain.

If they could get Richard to get rid of the curse, they would not say they had done a great service, but they would definitely not be at fault.

The only question now is what if this dwarf is sent by the wizard of Fallen Star Academy.

Although Meteor Academy has already cursed Richard, no one can guarantee that they will not attack Richard again.

Naturally, Mishan also knew this problem, so she said:

"Since the dwarf's high priest can divine, we might as well ask some questions and let him divine again."

Everyone looked at each other and felt that this was indeed a solution.

So Makar said to the dwarf: "Dwarf, we need to verify. I ask three questions. If your high priest can really divine, then he will definitely be able to answer them.

The first question is where do we come from. Second question, what are our names. The third question is, what kind of identity have we had? "

Apart from Richard and Salamander, no other wizard can explain these three questions clearly. Even Joe Lord only knew the answer to the first question.

If the dwarf's high priest can answer these three questions, it means that what the dwarf said is true, and they ask him to help Richard fight the curse.

But if you can't answer it, then there's no point in talking about it.

After listening to Makar's question, the dwarf did not turn around and leave, but took out another scroll from his body.

"The powerful aliens conquered by wizards, the high priest has anticipated your problems.

You come from a world full of fire. Your names were not divined by the high priest, but he saw your past.

Some of you have built black square cones, some have harvested lives on the battlefield like the Grim Reaper, some have fought against behemoths burning with flames, and some have fought with the Grim Reaper with golden knives in their hands. "

Although the dwarf's words were muttered, the content inside silenced several salamanders.

"I did build Princess Akala's palace." Herran said.

"I have been a soldier from beginning to end." Makar said calmly.

There was some disbelief on Kawan's face: "How does he know that I have fought hand-to-hand with the flame beast."

Finally, Mishan spoke slowly: "I do have a golden knife used to make mummies. I also used that golden knife to save the Salamander."

The facts are clear.

Makar gave way: "Dwarf, take your things with you. If you make a mistake, we will not only kill you, but we will also massacre your tribe."

The dwarf did not respond to this threat, but said calmly:

"Guys, please lead the way. The wizard's power has blinded my eyes. I can't see where he is specifically."

…

Pushing open the wooden door of the laboratory, Makar led the dwarf into the laboratory.

After seeing Richard lying on a pile of animal skins, the dwarf's expression finally changed.

It is a kind of joy and luck that comes from the heart, just like the rain comes after a long drought.

He took the straw man and walked quickly to Richard.

Then, he took out a small knife, which made the Salamander's eyelids tremble, and he unconsciously raised the chain sword in his hand.

The dwarf's knife was covered with unknown runes, and it looked like it should be a sacrificial item.

He took the knife and muttered a long hymn, then cut Richard's finger.

The blood dripped, and the dwarf immediately caught it with a straw man, and used the blood to draw a rune on the straw man.

Then he recited a long eulogy.

As he recited the eulogy, the runes drawn with blood on the straw man slowly seeped into the inside of the straw man.

When the runes completely disappeared, everyone suddenly heard a roar-like scream.

Immediately afterwards, everyone present had a vision for a moment.

They saw an invisible white mist continuously pouring out of Richard's body, and kept getting into the straw man while the dwarf was singing his praises.

"This dwarf's high priest is amazing." Kava murmured to himself.

After a long time, the dwarf finally stopped chanting.

Richard's body also trembled slightly.

Then, Richard suddenly sat up from the animal hide as if he had escaped from the ghost bed.

"Time flies so fast, thirty years... No, why did a magic dwarf appear in my laboratory?"