The wizard era begins with the alchemist wizard

Chapter 219 The Situation of War

Richard has not yet figured out the mechanism of action of the enhanced hormone, but the unknown mechanism does not prevent him from using it.

The enhanced hormones flowed through the bloodstream throughout the body. Under the effect of the hormones, Richard could feel that his cells were more active than before.

This change is very slight, and wizards who have not practiced physical training may not be able to detect it. But over time, the cells will be strengthened little by little, thus achieving the effect of improving the overall physical fitness.

"Over time, through passive evolution, as long as you reach a certain level of life, you can raise your physical fitness to the peak just by sleeping, without any exercise. I have to say that dragons are really a perfect race." Richard exclaimed.

But even something as perfect as a dragon is merely a biological product left behind by a certain forerunner civilization. These characteristics that Richard admired might have been debugged by the forerunners using biotechnology.

Thinking of this, Richard couldn't help but shudder again.

What kind of terrible and powerful enemy did such a powerful civilization encounter, which made the entire civilization become a ripple in the long river of history.

Richard shook his head and put the thoughts aside.

He was just a young wizard who had just reached the second ring. Such issues concerning the survival of civilization were too far away from him, so it was useless to think about them.

Walking out of the room, Richard prepared to find out the current situation of the war.

After all, he is also a technical consultant, and if possible, he plans to attract more business.

Even a great wizard would never have too much magic essence.

Walking up the metal stairs, Richard soon reached the ground level.

Compared to three months ago, the floating city has changed a lot.

The construction belt around the floating city has been basically completed, and the logistics wizards are doing some special engineering on some houses. Richard, who has experienced the insect nest world, knows that these houses are themselves reserve fortresses. In critical moments, these houses will be the last line of defense before the floating city.

Walking in the floating city, Richard looked at the busy wizards around him and felt a little out of place.

After asking around, Richard found the location of the Military Chamber of Commerce in the floating city.

Now the war has just begun, and the wizards do not have enough spoils yet, so the Chamber of Commerce accompanying the army is also very deserted.

Richard walked around inside and finally stopped in front of a shop.

Richard glanced at the sign, then pushed the door open and entered.

"Welcome, what would you like to change?"

As soon as I entered the door, a mechanic shop clerk with a dignified and beautiful face came to greet me.

Richard waved his hand: "I'm looking for Bob."

"Excuse me, who are you? I need to mention Mr. Bob..."

"Hey Richard, long time no see."

Before the mechanic clerk could finish his words, Bob came out from the back room of the shop.

"It's been such a long time since we last met. Are you back from the front to get some money?"

Richard shrugged and said in a slightly exaggerated tone: "I came back a long time ago. These Salamanders are not natives that can be easily manipulated. I just encountered a team of level 2 Salamanders when I got to the front line. I almost stayed there."

"Wow, that's amazing. You really deserve to be a dark wizard." Bob exclaimed and couldn't help but give Richard a thumbs up.

During this great pioneering period, wizards had great respect for the strong.

"Thank you, thank you. You won't be any worse than me if you go up there," Richard said modestly.

"No, no, no, I will definitely stay there when I go up." Bob shook his head repeatedly, "You came back early and didn't know the news yet. The team of Level 2 Salamanders you met is the elite force among the Salamanders, called the Royal Guard Dragon Warriors.

Although the fighting power of these fire lizards is slightly weaker than ours, they appeared in groups of ten and killed quite a few of us in the urban battle. "

"Royal Dragon Guards?" Richard asked curiously after hearing this strange word that was obviously a transliteration, "Are they the ones wearing golden masks on their faces?"

"Yes, that's the one, Richard. That's the one you met."

Richard nodded, and then asked curiously: "These Salamanders are targeting us so much, and the command center has no response plan?"

"A plan? Of course we have one." Bob pulled a stool for Richard, "The command center directly ordered the dark wizards to fight in the city.

Dark wizards are just the right people to go to urban battles, which require individual combat power.

Dark wizards have become the main force on the front line now. This is the first time I have seen this."

Richard was not surprised at all. He felt that dark wizards were more suitable for street fighting. Dark wizards were strong in individual combat and had strong survivability. Even if they encountered danger, the survival probability of dark wizards was higher than that of white wizards.

After all, dark wizards behind enemy lines often face this kind of asymmetric battlefield. Even street fighting is easier than the battlefields that dark wizards usually face.

"Let's replace the dark wizards. Our advancement speed should be faster."

Bob waved his hand. "It's not like usual. We've hit a tough nut this time. These Salamanders are very tough. In more than three months, we've only taken over ten cities. And the more we fight, the more scattered our people become, and the slower our advance becomes.

If we keep fighting like this, we will have to stop soon."

As he spoke, Bob suddenly sighed, "I'm afraid it will be difficult to collect the money this time."

Richard couldn't help but shook his head after hearing Bob's somewhat discouraging words.

These wizards who are used to seeing the wind in their sails are all defeatist strategists. Fortunately, Bob is a member of the military chamber of commerce. If he were a white wizard on the front line, just based on what he said just now, the difficulty of the tasks he received would be raised to a higher level.

Regardless of the world, shaking up the morale of the troops is what commanders hate the most.

"Don't be so pessimistic, Bob." Richard said calmly, "We're fighting hard, but the Salamanders must be fighting harder than us.

I heard that Salamanders are divided into three countries, and this is a point that can be exploited.”

Once the front line stops advancing, the dark wizards will be sent to the rear to carry out missions behind enemy lines. At that time, all kinds of assassinations, sabotage, and even manipulation of some of the upper-level members of the Salamanders will be possible.

In previous wars, wizards have often taken advantage of conflicts within indigenous groups to speed up the war and reduce losses.

...In the center of the Morik Empire, in a giant pyramid made of obsidian inlaid with various gorgeous patterns in gold.

"Halash, why have my Royal Dragon Guards suffered such heavy losses recently?"

Morik, the king of the fire lizards, sat high on a throne made of adamantium, his dragon eyes gazing majestically at the Grand Marshal Harash, whom he had promoted.

Haras was half-kneeling on the ground, his body shaking unconsciously under the might of the Fire Lizard King.

He knew that his Majesty was angry.

Harash lowered his head and explained the reasons for his actions as calmly as possible.

"Your Majesty, this is a strategy to deplete the number of wizards. The individual combat power of wizards is much stronger than ours. If we do not adopt the elite strategy, our soldiers will not even be able to deplete the number of wizards in small-scale combat."

Silence, long silence.

Harash stared at the golden patterns on the obsidian floor. The dragon's might in the hall did not dissipate at all because of his explanation.

The Salamander King was not satisfied with his explanation.

"Halash, what was the last thing I said when I gave you the power?"

After a long silence, the Salamander King finally spoke.

But what he said made Harash shudder.

Of course he remembered what the Salamander King's last words were, but he was already trying to minimize casualties.

"Your Majesty, I remember." Harash replied tremblingly, "You asked me to minimize casualties and guard against the other two empires. But I..."

"Is that how you reduce casualties? You throw my Royal Dragon Guards around like rocks."

The Salamander King interrupted Harash's defense and slowly closed his eyes.

"Halash, go back and rest. Donal will be in charge of the battlefield."

“…Yes, Your Majesty.”

After leaving the palace, Harash handed a golden dragon horn to the palace servant.

"This is the Grand Marshal's Order. I will give it to Marshal Donal later."

"Yes, Your Excellency Marshal." The hooded attendant replied respectfully.

Harash smiled bitterly and said, "I am no longer a marshal. Now I am General Harash."

The attendant looked up at Harash and said in a gentle but firm tone, "My lord, your talents are known to all the fire lizards in the Morik Empire. You are only temporarily leaving your position now."

Harash looked carefully at the servant in front of him, and suddenly pulled off the hood on his head.

"Your Highness, you are too kind." Harash nodded.

But the princess looked at Harash seriously and said, "I am serious, Lord Harash."

Harash said nothing more and turned to walk out of the palace.

Leave your seat temporarily?

Harash looked at the two red suns in the sky and sighed in his heart.

Hope so.

……

"Father, have you been transferred from the Grand Marshal?"

Azuhan looked at the calm Harash in front of him and felt that this world was really absurd.

His father, the great Harash, was transferred from the position of Grand Marshal in such an important war and was ordered by the Salamander King to go home and rest.

Is the Salamander King confused?

"Your Majesty does not approve of my war strategy and decided to let Marshal Donal take over from me." Harash said calmly, "It's just right, I can take a break.

After fighting for so many years, it's good to come back and rest."

"But Donal is better than you, father..." Azuhan wanted to defend Harash, but when he saw his father's calm expression, he swallowed his words back.

Harash taught him since he was a child that what has happened cannot be changed. After something happens, he should not dwell on why it happened, but should try his best to solve the problem.

"Father, I want to join the army!" Azuhan said suddenly after a moment of silence.

"I won't allow it." Harash replied calmly.

"Why?!" Azuhan looked at his father in confusion, "I am already strong enough. Even the Royal Dragon Guards are no match for me."

"It's simple. You're still not strong enough." Harash seemed to have expected his son to ask this question. "The battlefield now is different from the past. Even the Royal Guard Dragon Warriors are just larger cannon fodder on the battlefield."

After that, Harash added:

"Don't think about joining the army secretly. Although I'm not a generalissimo, I still have some prestige in the army."

"..."

Azuhan's neck swelled up with anger.

Harash looked at his son and then remained unmoved.

"Go out if you have nothing to do. Find some girls to talk to recently. Increasing the number of fire lizards is also a contribution to the war.

This war...I'm afraid it will take a long time."

(End of this chapter)