The wizard era begins with the alchemist wizard

Chapter 226 Interrogation
Cliff felt like he was trapped in a nightmare.

In this dream, he was being torn apart by a giant monster bred by wizards one second ago, and the next second he was back in the city of Morik, being convicted of treason by the King of Salamanders.

Then the cycle continues.

He couldn't tell which was reality and which was illusion. His brain seemed to be covered by 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 stirring in his brain, almost making his brain boil.

The trial in King Morik's city caused his faith to collapse. Everything he had fought for crumbled before his eyes. He was condemned by thousands of people, and his name was engraved on the pillar of shame and despised for ten thousand years.

"what!"

Cliff suddenly woke up from his nightmare.

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

He was captured alive by a wizard, who was torturing him.

"Is this what wizards do?"

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

He still remembered the scenes in his dream clearly. The pain that penetrated deep into his bones made his body tremble unconsciously just by recalling it.

"It seems to be working well."

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

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

"Now can you tell me the specific effect of your firework?"

fireworks?

Cliff thought of 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 continuously. But in the end, honor and loyalty overcame the pain. Cliff stared at Richard and roared:
"There are no traitors in the Norichius family!"

But all Richard gave him in response was a cold look.

"Really? We still have plenty of time. I hope you can hold on."

Still got 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 passes faster in the illusion than outside, how much faster can it be?

The wizard doesn't have much time left.

Richard took out a pocket watch and checked the time.

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

As he spoke, Cliff saw a mouthful of snow-white fangs appear 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 become numb to the pain after experiencing torture, the nightmare will always put Cliff into the situation he fears the most.

The situation may even change due to his change of mentality.

This almost caused Cliff to have a mental breakdown.

As Cliff woke up from his nightmare again, tears flowed uncontrollably from his eyes. His entire spirit seemed to collapse, and he shouted desperately at Richard:
"Kill me! Kill me!"

But all he was greeted with was a cold question.

"Tell me about the effect of that firework."

Clive looked at Richard in despair, the balance in his heart constantly swaying between relief and honor.

Finally, Cliff made a decision.

"I'll tell you everything! That firework is a new type of distress firework we made recently. It contains the power of the Dragon Spellcaster and can mark all wizards within a ten-kilometer radius."

Richard nodded and continued, "Then, what methods did you use to chase these marks?"

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

Richard nodded and said calmly: "I don't have a hobby of torturing people. If you tell me, I will let you go."

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

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

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

"Very good, but I need to confirm whether it is true or not."

Richard grabbed Cliff and found the team's soul wizard.

"This is the information he told me. Please confirm whether it is true or not. If it is true, kill him."

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

Looking at the spellcasting parts 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 you have to replace the casting parts and reshape the guiding parts every time you use it.

After repairing the turret, Richard turned and flew to the next vehicle to continue replacing parts. Although he had information about the Salamanders, if he ran into a patrol, it would be easier to deal with it if the magic support vehicle turret was available.

Soon, Richard heard a cry of relief.

The soul wizard handed Cliff's body to Richard and asked curiously:
"What on earth did you do to him? This Salamander's mind is like a building made of rubble. He is immune to my mental spells."

Richard put his finger to his lips: "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 inside part."

"shadow?"

Richard raised his eyebrows, and a sense of foreboding 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 a person's hidden personality, or a painful and unbearable experience. It's nothing strange.

You've destroyed his mind to that extent, even an iron man would say so."

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

"Golden badge?"

Richard took the badge and looked at it, confirming that it was a work of art. Apart from its exquisite workmanship, it had no other 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 on camel-like dragon beasts were searching the battlefield.

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

"The only one missing is Cliff?"

The black-horned fire lizard looked at the surrounding environment. It seemed like a battlefield that had been tidied up. It was obvious that it was attacked by the White Wizard Legion.

But judging from the corpses on the battlefield, the group of white wizards probably did not clean up the battlefield.

Salamanders who have dealt with wizards all know that wizards have a special liking for their corpses, and often even the remains will be taken away by wizards.

But there are still many relatively intact corpses on the battlefield, which is obviously a waste for wizards.

"What exactly 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 fire lizard was somewhat unsure of the wizard's intentions. Logically speaking, the wizard must have his own strategic goals when mobilizing such a large number of wizards.

But there are no valuable targets in this red soil plain.

However, the Black-Horned Salamander did not think about it for too long. He was just a grassroots commander. He only needed to pass on the information and let the bigwigs above figure out the wizard's intentions.

Now he has more pressing tasks to do.

"Contact the surrounding patrol teams and have them take their equipment and search for Lord Cliff centered on the battlefield. We must find him alive or dead." The Black Horned Salamander gave his order to his subordinates, "The rest of you continue the search."

Not long after, a fire lizard came running towards the black-horned fire lizard.

"Sir! Come over here and take a look."

……

The black-horned fire lizard pinched the firm red soil on the ground and stood up.

This place is four kilometers away from the site where the distress fireworks were launched, and it looks no different from an ordinary red soil plain.

But his scouts noticed something was wrong.

There are several well-concealed crushing marks on this red soil.

The cover-up of these traces was almost perfect, if the dragon beast had not stepped on the traces, and the fire lizard happened to see that the depth of the dragon beast's footprints was different from usual.

Maybe these traces were really ignored.

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

In addition to war airships, wizards also have some movable alchemical vehicles, some of which the Black-Horned Salamander has also seen.

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

The melodious sound of the horn quickly gathered all the fire lizards on patrol here.

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

"Follow the traces. The wizards brought new weapons this time, so everyone should be careful. You guys, notify the patrols around and ask them to keep an eye out for the same traces."

"Yes!"

……

On the red soil plain, four spell support vehicles were driving rapidly.

The theoretical maximum speed of the spell 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 and very suitable for racing the spell support vehicle, but because of various problems in the past few days, several wizards only dared to drive at 80 kilometers per hour for fear that the spell support vehicle would break down.

Although the command center allowed the vehicles to be abandoned and escaped, there were conditions and restrictions. Moreover, several wizards had seen the fierce firepower of these magic support vehicles.

The spell support vehicle is equivalent to a one-time spell concentration attack. If you are unlucky enough to encounter a fire lizard patrol, a round of volleys from this thing will surely help them break out of the encirclement.

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

"Enemy attack, prepare to break out!"

(End of this chapter)