Wizard Alchemist

Chapter 800 Key Intelligence (4-in-1)

"Such a precious gift."

Aug also had a certain ability to discern, and immediately knew how rare this thing was.

Because a Tier 3 Excellent item requires materials of the corresponding level and alchemical skills comparable to those of a master craftsman to be crafted.

This already determined their preciousness.

In addition, with war imminent, there wasn't enough time or opportunity to slowly refine the plan, which was perfect for addressing our weaknesses.

"Besides your lack of mental resistance, you have another major weakness: you have a hard time dealing with fast enemies or those with spatial abilities."

Then there are abilities similar to sanctification and annihilation.

Roy casually took out the purple equipment, but didn't pay it any mind, and continued to think.

"You're right!"

Aug looked at Roy with a hint of anticipation.

Both are attacks; using the "Acid Splash" spell and directly splashing sulfuric acid are only functionally different, not fundamentally different.

Cast "Fireball" and throw alchemical bombs.

Launching missiles and throwing stones...

That's true.

Since Augu had successfully changed his class to "Air Mage" through bloodline modification, Roy assumed that he could be considered a spellcasting expert specializing in the Evocation system.

Use your fighting spirit to smash your enemy from a distance with a single palm strike, or blast your enemy to pieces with a giant fireball...

The spell multiplier and the form of expression may differ, but the essence is the same.

This is what is known as a "Qi Master".

Roy will no longer provide Aug with any more resources in this area; he's already a humanoid mini-nuclear bomb, and there's absolutely no need to upgrade him further.

On the contrary, methods such as spiritual anchors, curses, or summons are worth considering.

He was a pseudo-spellcaster who had been modified, and he did not have the research ability to solve these shortcomings on his own, so he was destined to be a vassal and a follower.

Roy said, "I'll offer you a few options, also as an advance reward, to be enhanced immediately."

Aug nodded, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

Roy said, "The first type is the symbiotic insect spirit..."

By forming a soul symbiotic contract with a special insect-type magical pet, one can share its "spiritual vision" and "spirit devouring" abilities.

The second type is the ghost maid...

Essentially similar to the first option, but instead of a fully-fledged artificial ghost, it is equipped with a spiritual intelligence program.

The third method is to modify the tentacles by activating them...

Your bloodline abilities have solidified, and I can't easily alter them, but I can attach an external, activated tentacle from your tailbone or palm...

It is still possible to do it.

The fourth type is similar, involving prosthetic body transplants and demonized organs...

I can give you a level three Alchemy Eye; you can cast "Melting" spell just by staring at it, and it works on spirits too!

"Let's activate the tentacles instead."

Ultimately, Aug made his choice.

He disliked insects and was not interested in the weaker ghost maids.

The existing eyes are already demonized organs, and rashly altering them may affect the connection between the visual nerves and the brain.

After much deliberation, I decided to use the tentacles as a powerful piece of equipment.

He was about to go to the battlefield and didn't have time to choose slowly.

Roy immediately took out a chain that looked like it was made of metal, with a barb at the end, resembling a scorpion's tail.

At first glance, it looks like a star iron chain spear that was forged in the past, but upon closer inspection, it is actually half real and half illusory, similar to a "soul-binding rope".

"How could it be like this?"

Aug was quite surprised.

"This is something I created in order to master the sorcery called 'The Net of Ten Thousand Spirits.' You can think of it as a 'Soul-Binding Rope.'"

Roy gave a brief explanation.

"Don't underestimate this one piece; it contains the essence of fourth-level witchcraft and many other things related to the soul realm."

What he didn't say was that this actually involved conceptual armament, which was a seed of power that condensed the concept of "spirit binding".

An ordinary alchemist would spend their entire life trying to obtain a natural seed by sheer chance to create such a thing.

But in essence, it's just a transporter of nature, without much real development.

And I, by a stroke of luck, have truly grasped this "seed of concept"!
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After that, Roy connected the self-made "Soul-Binding Rope" to Aug.

At first glance, it appears to grow from inside the arm, extending outward from the palm to form a long chain spear connected to the body.

But in reality, this is merely a projection of the material world.

The spirit of this magical universe seems to belong to a higher dimension, transcending matter.

This chain spear lies somewhere in between, binding the soul tightly to the spirit.

This is the origin of the name "Soul Armament".

Soon, before Aug could even try and adapt, he stepped onto the battlefield.

Because opportunities are fleeting, he must launch an offensive on the front lines as soon as possible to put sufficient pressure on the enemy.

Another day, Roy's mind connected with the Seven Towers Alliance.

The teleportation arrays inside each of their respective witch towers were connected together in a way that transcended space, appearing before him like a table.

Roy seemed to see all of his people appearing in a room that resembled a miniature landscape.

Just like the Great Wizard of Mareshar in the past when he led his entourage to the Ellen Starfield, he picked up the little figures in those miniature landscapes and turned them around in an instant.

In an instant, the Seven Towers Alliance, together with the local Witch Tower and the interdimensional teleportation array of the Alaj world, activated and constructed a dedicated channel.

The other party soon appeared in the Nehbur world.

After a while, the four of them arrived at the camp and formally reported to him, the great wizard.

"Ruak, Isge, Neom, Frena..."

The golden dragon sits in the main seat at the head of the table, the simply carved high-backed stone chair resembling a majestic throne.

He was matching the person in front of him with the wizards mentioned in the documents.

Those whose names were called naturally bowed respectfully.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Roy asked everyone to leave.

During the war, there wasn't much time for them to rest; they had to adapt to the environment and enter a state of war as quickly as possible.

Among the crowd, even the youngest, Naom, was already 500 years old and naturally understood these things, so they quickly departed.

The Astrologian Wizard named Florena stayed behind and said, "Your Excellency, I have something important to report."

"Oh? What's the matter?"

Roy asked with a hint of doubt.

Florina said, "Before setting off, I specifically observed this universe through the observatory inside the Witch Tower. I found that the stars were dim and the sun and moon were without light, but it was not an ominous sign in the conventional sense. Rather, it indicated that the shadow plane rift in this universe was very likely to be expanding."

"Is there such a thing?"

Roy pondered for a moment.

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"I cannot judge whether this situation is auspicious or inauspicious at the moment, but if we ignore it, we will be overwhelmed if something changes in the future..."

Conversely, if we can prepare before the mages, perhaps we can take advantage of that.

What preparations should be made?

Roy snapped out of his daze and asked a question.

"We astrological wizards have summarized this phenomenon into changes in the stars, similar to different weather conditions such as sunshine and rain, thunderstorms, wind and snow."

"Then I understand. Just as we can dry grain on a sunny day and take shelter when there is wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, both daily life and military wars are affected by these changes in celestial phenomena."

"The changes in celestial phenomena are far more complex than the weather, but your analogy does make sense..."

Florena considered her words carefully before speaking to him.

"Then you should keep a close eye on this matter..."

"Yes."

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Florena's reminder drew Roy's attention, but with a formidable enemy at hand and battle soon breaking out, he couldn't personally venture into those misty areas for an adventurous investigation.

Therefore, this matter was handed over to his capable assistant, Prandtse.

Meanwhile, Beryl, Anjali, and others were also carrying out missions on the front lines.

They arrived at a high mountain thousands of miles away, and had just set up the Wizard's Eye for long-range reconnaissance, and casually hammered in a few earth spirit stakes, when a muffled sound like thunder came from afar.

Immediately following, flames shot into the sky, resembling a giant mushroom.

That was artillery fire from the front lines.

The power was equivalent to the peak of the second level, and the magical power of thousands of degrees exploded.

Historically, wizard armies have often resembled a "mixed bag" due to the personal choices of their commanders.

This is due to the uneven development paths of individuals, as well as previous and subsequent investments and various historical legacies.

Generally speaking, the initial attacks will consciously deplete the resources accumulated in the early stages.

Org really did get a lot of good stuff in the Ellen Starfield: all kinds of armed puppets, combat mechs with cannons firing, high-tech level two and level one artillery, and even old-fashioned and outdated level zero weapons were all firing at the same time.

Around the mage tower, an invisible energy shield surged like ripples on water, constantly being depleted.

It is rapidly drawing energy from the earth's veins and the heavens, demonstrating a tenacious resistance.

At this moment, the mage tower that appeared before everyone took the form of a huge, oval-shaped metal block standing upright.

A blue sphere several miles in diameter enveloped it, serving as an energy shield in a state of war.

At the same time, the tower itself is also a magical metal with considerable strength. After being filled with energy, a strange hexagonal pattern resembling a honeycomb forms on its surface, which is extremely dense.

Under the cover of artillery fire, Aug moved to the other side and launched a tentative, fierce attack.

Boom!

The massive fist-shaped energy struck the tower squarely, creating huge ripples, but the magical metal seemed to soften, dissipating most of its power.

At the same time, a dazzling golden light condensed around them, and the honeycomb-like equilateral hexagonal pattern changed from ethereal to solid, automatically strengthening the structure of the energy armor.

"Spiritual embodiment..."

"It's amazing that it can be used on such a large building!"

Roy's soul drifted in nearby space, watching the live footage through his avatar deployed on the ground, and also noticed this scene.

"This is the magic industry of mages!"

It's not a real skill to cultivate these things yourself; the real skill is to imbue various instruments and props with magic.

Initially, spells were cast using items such as scrolls. With just simple training, activating the scroll would trigger the corresponding spell.

While this method cannot be applied to all spells, many practical abilities have been replaced, and the cost of casting spells has been greatly reduced.

It can be said that much of the Arcane Empire's technological prowess arose along this path.

As a top-tier war unit that combines arcane abilities and magical industry, it is only natural that the Mage Tower would master this basic ability at the fourth stage.

This was a real hardship for Aug, as his fierce attacks couldn't even break through his defenses.

A moment later, several huge eye-shaped runes appeared around the mage tower, as if invisible giants had opened their eyes in the air and were staring at him fiercely.

A 9th-ring spell, "Eye of Power"!
This spell can create a reconnaissance unit similar to the Arcane Eye, and it can also transmit spells.

In an instant, elements of ice, fire, lightning, and other light intertwined, bombarding Orgrimmar with a high-energy attack that was in no way inferior to high-tech plasma guns and plasma rays.

The martial artist from the Chakra World quickly leaped away, temporarily avoiding his attack.

His current magical armor is strong, and his physique is also not weak.

However, there is no low-cost armor-layering method like Diamond Skin yet.

Equipment will wear out, and people will be killed.

Moments later, as expected, the advanced war machine "Arcane Military Police" was deployed.

Like a towering building, the mage-shaped mecha golem stood majestically, unleashing a series of strange attacks with its giant staff.

Sonic shockwave!
Clouds of Confusion!

Force field impact!

Ring of Electric Shock!

Four war machines abandoned the tough target of Orgrimmar and launched an attack on the positions of his legions.

Six figures flew out swiftly, clad in level-three magical armor, slightly smaller in size, to meet the attack.

They held out their hands as if cradling a ball of light.

A moment later, they both pushed with their hands.

"Energy Orb!"
Huge explosions continued to erupt on those war machines.

Several days passed in the blink of an eye, and after fierce fighting, both sides quickly suffered losses.

However, the outcome was still different from Roy's expectations.

"Where are your tactical nuclear weapons, elemental seas, mechanical guards, and sky-scanning war shuttles?"

And what about those who serve as cannon fodder for the auxiliary army?

Roy felt a little doubtful.

I originally thought that the slave legions or other colonized native forces would go first to wear down Orgrimmar.

Is it possible that the local military is lax and there is no organization or training for such forces?
However, he did not let his guard down and instead sent people to secretly keep an eye on the other forces.

According to intelligence gathered by spies, there are several other powerful forces in this world besides mages, each with a level three expert in charge.

These are: Quinparson's "Eagle Mercenary Group," Mariz's "Glory Mercenary Group," Leon's "Lion Mercenary Group," the indigenous Kingdom of Talman, and inhuman intelligent magical beasts and several magical creatures...

Besides these, there is that ancient organization that spans the starry sky, its footprints covering various planes and worlds, possessing immense power...

Adventurers' Guild!
The Nehebul branch has three powerful Level 3 experts stationed here, and the branch leader, "Goodman," is a mage!

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Org himself is a typical representative of the auxiliary army. His core members are composed of Yodakara people from the Chakra World and Fran people from the Ellen Star Region, etc., and are filled with a large number of ancient martial arts mechs and magical armor.

At this moment, it is being used as a test, and is prepared to be attacked by concentrated firepower, or even wiped out.

But what happened next was far beyond Roy's expectations.

Aug and his men launched a fierce attack.

With Roy promising to reimburse the expenses, he took full advantage of his initiative and launched a series of attacks on the ground structures that served as foundation piles.

They even destroyed the nodes that draw energy from the earth's veins. The mage tower had to float, using its precious energy reserves.

However, this means the protective shield cannot operate at full power.

After the tower was hit by several heavy blows, a noticeable crack began to appear.

The mage seemed a bit flustered and actually activated a special force field barrier.

Warning! Warning!

An unusual energy field has been detected...

It closely resembles the "Interdimensional Summoning" spell model, but it's not that spell; rather, it's a special area type with 81.3% similarity...

Consider the unique energy field of this world, the "Mist Zone"!

Suddenly, the girl's skull gave a reminder.

As if to confirm her words, a grayish-white mist, like smoke, surged out from around the mage tower and spread rapidly.

The tower, which was once clearly visible, was swallowed up by the thick fog in a matter of moments, leaving only a blurry outline.

A faint, grating sound of metal twisting could be heard from within the fog, and the runes on the tower's surface flickered on and off, like neon lights in a smoggy day.

The artillery fire continued, and the light from various spells and technological weapons fell into it, but was quickly swallowed up by the thick fog.

Even the sounds became muffled and distant.

"This mist...is it absorbing energy?"

Roy was slightly surprised.

The soldiers at the front lines quickly became aware of it as well.

"Damn it, it disappeared once it fell in!"

"What kind of magic is this? Did it redirect our attack?"

"The tower itself seems unreal..."

Just as everyone was filled with doubt and surprise, dozens of pairs of eerie green lights suddenly appeared in the mist, like the eyes of wild beasts peering into the darkness.

Immediately following, a low and eerie roar came from the fog, sending chills down one's spine.

"The Mist Monster!"

The girl's skull immediately revealed the identity of the source of the voice.

"It's a strange creature unique to this world..."

Actually, they are some strange creatures from the shadow dimension!

"Is it possible to determine a person's identity based on their voice?"

Roy asked.

"Highly matches the characteristics of 'fear-binding spirit'..."

It is essentially a vengeful spirit, but possesses many characteristics of shadow creatures and is filled with negative shadow energy.

Base level 6-10, equivalent to a level 1 creature in the wizarding standard, a wizard-level monster...

It appears as a humanoid creature, three to five meters tall, but manifests as a ghostly, ethereal form…

The girl's skull quickly provided the answer.

As expected, the prediction was quickly verified.

Hundreds of "fear-bound spirits" appeared on the front lines.

They are unafraid of conventional artillery fire and move at great speed while taking advantage of the fog.

In a short while, they rushed to various positions of the Augur Legion, wielding their huge claws and engaging in fierce battle.

"what!"

The screams of agony soon echoed through the fog-shrouded battlefield, putting immense psychological pressure on those who couldn't see the situation from afar.

Even Roy, due to the suppression of the world's will, has temporarily lost control of the situation inside.

He could no longer easily see the scene at the front lines.

The fog of war shrouded it, preventing outside spying.

Even if the puppets or Beryl and Angaree ventured deep into the area, they wouldn't be able to easily see through it in a short time.

However, what Roy was more concerned about was that the mages had mastered the spells to summon and utilize the misty area.

"Is this what they call living off the land they live by?"

The Archmage Freyor, stationed here, has done extensive research on this!

The Archmage Freyor he was thinking of at that moment was the teacher of those young mages who had been stationed in the strategic duty room, and also the leader of the mage legion stationed in this colony world.

After investigating and learning about this person, Roy roughly concluded that he was similar to his teacher, Frosif, or perhaps the Archmage Gorm, who had once clashed with his teacher.

However, he is a proper graduate of a magic academy, with a lifespan of up to 3000 years, which is several times longer than his teacher's.

His talent and strength were not as great as Raymond's teacher, Amifkent, but his desire to explore the unknown and yearn for immortality was not small. He often went into seclusion to cultivate and conduct various experiments.

It's not surprising that he and his mages were able to summon and utilize the monsters within the misty areas.

If such an energy field can be activated in some way, monsters will also be created.

During this period, it is not necessarily the case that one will truly control these monsters.

All you need to do is block out perception and achieve "invisibility."

The Orgrimmar Legion was just brazenly exposed there; if the monsters didn't target them, who else would they target?
However, what he was more concerned about now was what other tricks Archmage Freyo had up his sleeve.

These few tricks alone are not enough to completely repel the wizards' attack!

Sure enough, just as Roy was thinking of this, a report came from the front lines.

"The Quinparson Mercenary Group has made a move..."

They're trying to reinforce the Mage Tower!

The frontline commander is the necromancer Ruak.

Roy entrusted him with full authority and immediately launched the attack.

Death Cloud Technique!
Bone Wall Technique!
Bone Spear Technique!
Various forms of witchcraft, both offensive and supportive, rained down on the marching troops, and a fierce battle soon broke out.

"Report! The Glory Mercenary Group and the Lion Mercenary Group have also been mobilized!"

Soon, reports from the other battles arrived.

Isge and Neom were transferred one after another.

The situation of the war suddenly became unpredictable.

At this critical moment, the indigenous Taman Kingdom did not make a move, but instead sent envoys to the legion's leader.

"The Kingdom of Taman..."

Roy felt a little uneasy, but still chose to meet with him.

The newcomer was a middle-aged man with a mustache and the appearance of a worldly nobleman. He looked surprised when he saw the golden dragon incarnate, who was in the form of a handsome young man.

However, he quickly became serious, bowed, and introduced himself.

"I am Prince Moshibi of the Kingdom of Taman, and the current King Taman VIII is my nephew..."

I come on behalf of the King and the Kingdom of Talmand to request a favorable treaty with the great enemies of the mages, the wizards.

"If you gentlemen are willing, I will inform you of a top-secret piece of information concerning the current state of the war..."

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"Oh?"

Upon hearing Prince Mossby's words, Roy's golden dragon avatar asked calmly.

"What information is it?"

Before the majesty of the great wizard, a mere secular prince is insignificant.

However, Mosibi is also a level one mage.

Inherited from native magical powers such as shadow magic, unique to their homeland, they were granted the ability to cast spells.

After the mages colonized this place, they brought with them advanced technology.

Therefore, several hundred years earlier than the world of Araghi, the indigenous kingdoms here had already developed.

He actually managed to resist the alluring power naturally emanating from Roy for the time being through his own willpower, and held on to his beliefs.

Prince Mossbi insisted, "Please grant our request to be promoted to an indigenous empire and rule over our homeland."

In addition, abolish the tyranny imposed on us by the mages, as well as all kinds of exorbitant taxes.

We are willing to join the wizarding forces as a normal vassal state and enjoy the 'most favored surrender state' treatment..."

The other side was clearly well-prepared and had some understanding of the cosmic situation and the external circumstances of the interdimensional war.

In critical moments, this understanding becomes the foundation for negotiation.

Even Roy, after hearing this, genuinely began to look at the native in front of him with new respect.

"You actually know about the most favorable treatment for countries that surrender?"

To put it bluntly, this is a preferential condition tailored by the wizards specifically for sensible natives.

Those who come to us before an attack are called to surrender, which is different from surrendering during war.

Wizards aren't crazy or perverted.

That's all ancient history from the Dark Ages.

“Indeed, I also know that you may be a wizard from the world of Araghi, as we have some prior knowledge of that place.”

Roy remained noncommittal, offering no response whatsoever.

Prince Mossby's probing attempt failed, so he changed the subject.

"You all dare to launch an offensive, which must mean you are very confident in this campaign. However, I possess crucial intelligence that can greatly save manpower and war resources, and it is worth at least several billion magic stones!"

This value saves you your own wealth.

Most-favored-nation status is a policy granted by the Seven Towers Alliance...

With your wisdom, you will surely make a wise judgment.

As Roy looked at this humble yet confident native who spoke eloquently, the names of famous strategists inexplicably flashed through his mind.

He was a truly formidable figure who could rival an army with just his silver tongue.

Of course, one could argue that they don't care or need the information.

Or perhaps they could extract the soul and spirit, directly obtaining this information.

But war is not child's play; it involves vital interests, and one cannot act impulsively.

Therefore, even though he knew he was caught in the other party's negotiation rhythm, Roy still chose to cooperate and quietly watch the native prince's performance.

"Besides, the situation in many areas of the Mist World's relation to the Shadow Dimension, as well as the passages connecting to other worlds, are all in the hands of us, the native inhabitants..."

There are some secrets that only royalty knows, and even the mages of Achinila are unaware of them.

We are willing to tell the whole truth, just to break free from the mages' control!

"If that's the case, how can you guarantee that you won't betray us in the future?"

Roy asked casually.

Faced with this question that demanded proof of his innocence, Mosibi did not offer any smooth-talking nonsense, but instead replied with equal composure and humility: "What personal guarantees, contractual control, and the like are not worth a second glance."

Even the soul imprint, even absolute enslavement...

It may also change due to changes in external conditions.

I cannot guarantee that I will not betray you in the future, and I also believe that someone as wise and powerful as Your Excellency would not need such meaningless assurances.

"interesting……"

Roy laughed.

"Alright, since that's the case, I agree."

I have the authority to grant your request.

But you must tell me why you chose us instead of the mages.”

In the later stages of this interstellar colonization, the backward native worlds, especially those natives with little means to turn their lives around, were destined to choose one power to submit to.

But since the world is already under the rule of mages, changing course would be like causing serious damage.

There is no need to take such a risk unless absolutely necessary.

This could easily lead to the annihilation of the family, the destruction of the nation, and the extinction of the race.

Understand the situation clearly before making a choice; being a fence-sitter who can't take the lead is the choice of the vast majority of indigenous kingdoms.

However, Mossby's next words surprised Roy slightly.

"Because those mages are exploiting us too much!"

Mossibir said with great distress.

"Too ruthless?"

"You may not know that, in addition to paying taxes to Achinira, we are also often tasked with exploring the fog-shrouded areas and mining various highly polluting and high-risk resources, which is equivalent to paying another blood tax."

If that were all, it wouldn't be so bad. As a colonial power, there's nothing to say. Letting our people suffer won't stop us from enjoying ourselves...

But this situation arose after the Archmage Freyor, who was stationed here, became obsessed with exploring the Misty Region and attempted to modify his own soul by studying the various monsters there in order to fund the extra taxes required for his experiments.

Not only that, but the garrisoned mages under his command followed suit, also taking various cuts...

And then there are those adventurers who often commit evil deeds...

Although they are not authorized to openly collect taxes, they always take advantage of us in various adventure missions.

Even worse, some people break into residents' homes and ransack their homes, claiming it's to investigate clues...

Roy: “…”

Well, he did have some understanding of these situations from the information he had gathered.

However, a few words mentioned on paper are far less genuine than a face-to-face accusation from one of the parties involved, a prince of an indigenous kingdom.

Seeing that the other party was no longer rational and calm as before, but instead had a hateful expression with gritted teeth, Roy could sense their dissatisfaction with the mage.

However, he was not so easily convinced and still suspected that there was a trap involved.

It wasn't until Mossby revealed the so-called key information that he was truly tempted.

"I can tell you definitively that Archmage Freo is not currently in the Mage Tower, and it's not certain that he will be able to return in the short term."

Because he is in the Shadow Dimension, in a secret realm within a misty region!

He has successfully infiltrated the area, occupied a shadow castle, and become its lord.

The reason they are happy to stay in this barren place and not be transferred is that they want to secretly develop the area!
I also know a way to get there. If you dare to launch a surprise attack and win in one battle, you can behead him outside the mage tower and completely secure victory here!

"Ok?"

Upon hearing this, Roy was finally truly moved.

"Behead Freo..."

(End of this chapter)