The wizard era begins with the alchemist wizard

Chapter 605 I Want You to Become a Flag

The land was somewhat charred after being baptized by the fire element, and the remaining fire elements from the spellcasting made the air on the battlefield somewhat "hot".

With the floating city as the center, countless goblins were fighting in the land of dozens of kilometers. The occasional explosions represented another round of fire support from the artillery positions, and another 10,000-man warrior army was destroyed.

The stench of burnt corpses, the strong smell of fire elements, and the occasional sound of spell explosions.

"Hmm, what a familiar smell."

A tall figure in a black robe walked down from the steel floor of the floating city and opened his arms to the battlefield.

This familiar smell made Richard feel as if he had returned to the wizard civilization.

"My Lord, the rebels within fifty kilometers of the floating city have been eliminated. The prisoners have also been taken into custody, and our doctors are doing their best to treat the injured."

A voice suddenly came from behind Richard. He turned around and saw an old goblin looking at him with great energy.

The members of the command center are basically old goblins. These veterans who have undergone transformation by miracle monks and have experienced the Abyss War themselves are undoubtedly the best commanders among the goblins.

"Oh, well done. It seems that our guys are all good." Richard praised with some surprise.

Although the performance of the goblin army was much worse than that of the wizard army, Richard was very satisfied. If he could just arm them casually and create an army stronger than the wizards, then there would be no wizards on the battlefield of wizard civilization.

"You have guided me well," the old goblin said modestly. Then he looked up at Richard and asked, "My Lord, what shall we do next?"

"This..."

Richard glanced towards the west and replied in a leisurely tone, "Don't rush to attack, build the fort first. Oh, and tell the soldiers to observe military discipline and not to harass those mortals."

"Your will."

……

In the Quan family's ancestral home, the young master sat in the somewhat charred hall, looking calmly at the screen wall in the distance.

Suddenly, a figure appeared beside him.

"Young Master, the coalition forces were defeated, and they were defeated miserably."

The young master nodded slightly: "I see, where are those guys?"

"The disciples of the Immortal Family did not take any action in this war. They seemed to be observing and collecting intelligence from the evil ghosts."

"Collecting intelligence?" The young master showed a trace of sarcasm on his face, "Using the warriors as cannon fodder, while they just stand by and watch. These guys, even if they become immortals, they will still be like that."

"What kind of virtue am I waiting for? How dare you, a head of a ruined middle-class family, comment on me?"

Before the young master finished speaking, a voice came from outside the hall, and a cloud of mist descended from the sky and transformed into a Taoist in a wide robe.

When Bai saw this person appear, he immediately pressed the hilt of the knife with his right hand, his face full of vigilance. But when the Taoist saw Bai's action, he laughed disdainfully and then strode to the young master.

"Little thing, I really don't understand why the immortal land would classify a poor person like you as a noble family."

As he spoke, the Taoist glanced at Bai standing beside him, and said in a more sarcastic tone, "Are you relying on a guard like you?"

In theory, a top master could support a middle-class family, but he had to be the head of the family, or at least a direct descendant of the family. Bai was just a guard, and no matter how loyal the guard was, he was still an outsider.

Hearing this, the young master said calmly, "If a fool like you can become a descendant of the Immortal Family, then why can't I, the legitimate son of the Dog Family, become the head of a noble family?"

The Taoist's face changed, "You poor bastard, you are looking for death!" Invisible mist spread out from his body, piercing the young master like tentacles. However, an invisible force field appeared at some point and blocked all of his mist tentacles an inch in front of the young master's face.

"I remember I gave you an alchemical puppet. Did it get broken these days?"

A calm voice came from behind the Taoist. The Taoist wanted to turn around, but an invisible force field fixed him firmly in place and he could not move at all.

"That thing is too conspicuous. If you keep it around, it could easily cause problems."

The young master stood up and bowed to Richard who was walking towards him past the Taoist priest, saying: "God from a foreign land, we finally meet."

For the young master, this was the first time he met Richard, but for Richard, he had seen the young master many times.

So Richard just waved his hand casually and asked the young master to get up, and his attention was all focused on the Taoist standing beside him.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, incredible, incredible. As expected, one has to see something with one's own eyes to feel its mystery."

The Taoist noticed Richard's eyes as if he was looking at an object, and he couldn't help feeling a sense of fear in his heart.

Who exactly is this non-green demon? Why does that dog kid call him a god? Could it be that the demon had already invaded this world and deliberately planted that kid among them as a thorn?

For a moment, the Taoist felt that he was caught in a huge conspiracy.

But unfortunately, his epiphany was destined not to be passed on.

Richard grabbed the Taoist priest with his hand and he turned him into a small ball the size of a meatball, which he casually threw into the pocket around his waist.

Then, he looked at the young master of the Quan family and asked calmly, "Young master of the Quan family, you should know why I am here. Tell me your decision."

The young master of the Quan family took a deep breath and bowed to Richard again: "I am willing to cooperate with you, but I hope you can tell me one thing."

"What is it?" "What are you going to do with us?"

"How should I treat you?" Richard smiled with interest. "That's a good question. As an alien demon, my strategy towards aliens has always been brutal.

You must work eight hours a day under me, and overtime is only paid twice. Apart from the traditional holidays, you only have seven days of paid annual leave... Oh, by the way, you also have to serve in the military, I will need a large number of troops to fight for me in the future. "

"..."

After a moment of silence, the young master said in a low voice: "Are you kidding me? This is indeed a good joke."

If these are considered cruel, then what kind of hell was the life that werewolves led in the past? Richard said so many things in bits and pieces, and only the last one, military service, was considered normal.

But in a world where people can slaughter entire villages at will in order to obtain elixir materials, military service is truly a benevolent policy.

"You think this is a joke?" Richard's smile slowly faded, "But unfortunately what I said is the truth. Your oppression of your own people is simply amazing to me.

Even the most evil priest in the Flesh and Blood Church is no match for those playboy kids here.

I have a question I have always wanted to ask you. As a descendant of an aristocratic family, do you think that the common people you rule are of the same race as you?"

"Of course it's the same race." The young master replied immediately.

"But I don't think so, just like the way that guy looked at you just now. The noble families don't regard the common people as their own kind, just like those werewolves who became immortals don't regard you as their own kind."

The young master was speechless. In this world where all great power belongs to oneself, the superiors and the inferiors can indeed be called two races.

Although the young master answered so decisively, in his heart, the common people were still ignorant and docile.

"Okay, my question is answered, tell me your answer."

Looking into Richard's eyes, the young master lowered his head, knelt on his knees and performed the most solemn ceremony among the noble family.

"I, the dog son Cheng of the dog family, greet my lord."

Richard nodded with satisfaction, then helped his son Cheng up.

"If you are willing to cooperate, then you are my friend. Your bloodline is very important to me. With you, I can kill fewer people."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to be a flag, a flag that represents me for justice."

The young master looked at Richard in confusion, as there were some words he couldn't understand.

Richard saw him like this and said helplessly, "You have to have a reason to go to war with other families. I come from outside the domain and have an inherent disadvantage in propaganda. The aristocratic families can easily portray us as a group of evil demons who kill people and cook people for food.

But if I type that I am here at the call, it is you, as the descendant of the White Wolf King, who summoned me to help you defeat the immortal and conquer this world.

That would offset the family's smear campaign.

As long as the follow-up work is done well, the werewolves' resistance will be much smaller, and we can even get more people to join us."

The young master nodded in sudden realization: "Doing this will indeed reduce a lot of resistance, but isn't your army very strong? Even if there are more resistance, it will be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in front of you."

Hearing this, Richard couldn't help but sigh.

It is difficult to explain things because of different concepts.

"I'm not going to exterminate you. If you resist less, I'll have more subjects in the future. And although my army is large, it's not something that can be thrown away like rocks.

If the losses can be reduced, why not reduce them? "

The young master suddenly realized something again, and said to Richard with admiration: "You are a unique and righteous king who holds such a high position and yet can still be a warrior at the lowest level."

Richard waved his hands and thought that it was useless to explain further.

Whether it is a goblin or a werewolf, in his eyes, they are all his property, and no one likes to see his property lost in vain.

"Come with me, I need to activate your bloodline these days and perform a ceremony at the same time."

"Yes, my lord."

Richard waved his hand casually, and an invisible force field brought the young master into the air. But in the air, Richard paused for a moment, and then grabbed Bai, who was about to follow, into the force field.

"I almost forgot about you, kid. It just so happens that when I activate my bloodline later, I can fuse it with you."

"Fusion of what?"

Bai was somewhat resistant to the force field around him. As a level three creature, he could already fly based on his instincts and did not need Richard to carry him at all.

"What to fuse? Of course it's the bloodline of the White Wolf King." Li Charlie said as a matter of course.

"The White Wolf King bestowed blood on the general. You should know more about the allusions than I do."

"Ah? I'm a general?"

(End of this chapter)