Wizard Alchemist

Chapter 840 Revisiting an Old haunt (4-in-1)

These people are like the Tuvar people in the past, pawns sent here by the Seven Towers Alliance to carry out long-term infiltration missions.

Among the various ranks of wizards, they are considered to be of relatively low status and whose tasks are much more dangerous and arduous, often being non-direct descendants who are converted from apprentices in colonies.

Many high-ranking wizards are skilled at training, and even though secular rule is mostly in a state of decadence and indulgence, they are still able to continuously cultivate loyal apprentices and followers.

Some even possessed a fanatical devotion to conversion, firmly believing that enduring hardship in these places would catch the eye of the Seven Towers Alliance, allowing them to gradually enjoy the privileges of being direct followers.

They often have a wizarding dream, and they can work endlessly to enter the tower, become a wizard, or continue to advance in rank.

"Is there anything special about this place? How can we get to the mainland of Osis as quickly as possible?"

Roy pondered for a moment before asking.

At the same time, he used the spiritual power carried by the Soul Gem to scan everyone, clearly seeing their respective strengths and backgrounds.

Based on the information provided by the Seven Towers Alliance, he knew that among the people in front of him, Dias was the most senior level one wizard.

He was a middle-aged man with a bitter face, his forehead and face lined with wrinkles that showed he had been through many hardships.

While Roy was observing them, Diaz and several of his colleagues and apprentices were also secretly observing the great wizard.

Although they knew that what appeared before them was merely an avatar, to everyone, it was undoubtedly the most esteemed being they had ever seen in their lives.

"Is this the Great Wizard?"

"Truly unfathomable!"

"But why is he wearing a helmet? It looks a bit strange..."

To the general public, the attire of this avatar of the great wizard Roy was quite peculiar.

He was wearing a huge tactical helmet.

The holographic lens, crafted from special crystals and coated with a robust, magical diamond coating, exudes a futuristic, sci-fi vibe, making it incredibly stylish and cool.

These high-tech holographic lenses occupy most of the face, while the rest is a sturdy protective shell made of enchanted metal.

The support frame next to them, equipped with a suspension device, a pair of laser eyes, and several pairs of auxiliary magic eyes blinked inside metal tubes, as if some mysterious creatures were hiding and curiously watching them.

His shoes, clothes, and other clothing were in line with the style of the beastmen, being rugged and simple warrior attire. He carried a broad, straight-bladed longsword on his back, as well as a small, rolled-up banner whose purpose was not yet clear.

Coming to his senses, Diaz quickly replied, "You can come anytime you want."

However, recently, the orcs have been investigating very strictly. Not only are heroes and warriors from all tribes searching everywhere, but shamans are also divining and issuing oracles.

We had already lost several colleagues, and only after submitting an application to the alliance did we receive replacements…”

Roy neither confirmed nor denied this.

The intrusion of ordinary external creatures is indeed easily detected by the will of the world.

Especially those who have reached a higher level of mastery.

This is why those who carry out infiltration missions are often low-level wizards or even apprentices.

But I am different!
I have been to this world before, and I have obtained an "identity card" and a hero's certificate!

……

Soon after, in a dimensional rift, in a dark place resembling an underground cavern.

Diaz led Roy through the crowd.

The narrow passage, barely wide enough for two or three people to pass through, meandered like a sheep's intestine.

The path beneath their feet was a solidified void, like a gray-black glass panel, making them feel as if they were walking on thin ice.

The walls on either side were not the typical cave walls, but rather empty barriers, as if one might fall into an endless abyss if not careful.

Roy saw the illusions caused by the shattering of spacetime, with countless distorted lights and shadows swaying in the surrounding void, sometimes like ribbons swaying, sometimes scattering like stardust.

This is a common phenomenon in space, where ether manifests in the material plane, projecting an eerie, flowing texture.

"Lord Roy, we've arrived."

Suddenly, Diaz spoke up to remind him.

A slightly dazzling orange-red light appeared in front of the two of them.

The exit is right in front of you.

A short while later, Roy went out and found himself in an underground cave filled with lava and subterranean fire.

"This is an underground cave beneath the Genifa volcano in the central part of the continent. During the last 'Nate War,' the Alliance sent apprentices and low-level wizards to travel around and explore these places."

Centuries later, it has indeed come in handy.

Diaz's words were full of admiration for the wise decisions of the Alliance wizards.

In fact, this was a well-thought-out plan...

Yes, there are some, but not many.

More importantly, it's about exploring for various treasures and looting them thoroughly.

The environment here was even worse than their previous hiding place, so Diaz and the others did not send anyone to guard it.

However, before seeing Roy off, he offered, "We will set up camp here and be ready to meet you at any time."

It's clear that this person really wants to improve.

"That's good, it'll make it easier for me to send and receive messages and stuff."

Roy pulled out a charm the size of a pocket watch and tossed it to Diaz.

After thinking for a moment, he took out a few more bottles of alchemical potions.

"This is a resistance potion that can permanently increase your fire resistance. If you haven't undergone any other similar modifications before, it should come in handy."

Diaz took the potion, probed the arcane mark with his mind, and briefly looked at the item description.

To their surprise, they discovered that this was a level 1 potion with 50% fire resistance and 5 degrees of fire damage absorption, which greatly pleased them.

Sure enough, with just a little effort, the great wizard produced some rare and valuable items that ordinary wizards would find difficult to obtain.

Normally, similar agents that temporarily enhance environmental tolerance are not uncommon.

Those that can be combined with the witch body modification to achieve permanent effects are truly invaluable.

Diaz looked at Roy with bright eyes and a hint of gratitude.

Roy, however, did not have much hope of relying on this low-level wizard. He took out several fist-sized metal spheres and threw them to the ground.

The metal spheres immediately sprouted thin alloy legs, and their shells opened, making them look like spiders and crabs, and they began to crawl rapidly.

They climbed up the walls or dug into the soil to hide themselves underground.

These are all creations of a technological civilization. The Cions have "transported" many similar technological achievements to Roy, and now they are coming in handy.

At the same time, Roy did not forget his old profession of growing mushrooms and quietly scattered mushroom spores.

That's a result of the gem mushroom, which is essentially an economic crop that can be grown in volcanic areas.

However, with a little modification, it can also be transformed into a hidden guardian here.

******
a few days later.

Osis World, East.

The Lalbu Icefield.

A huge pack animal resembling a herbivorous dinosaur carries a bamboo house on its back, treading across the parched earth.

More than a dozen elephant calves, each the size of an elephant, followed closely behind, each pulling a few wagons, forming a long caravan.

Several strong orcs rode on the backs of swift dragon-like mounts, with weapons such as knives and axes at their waists, their rough fur trembling in the strong wind blowing in their faces.

This is an orc caravan, along with the guards they hired.

Suddenly, more than thirty figures rushed out from behind the hills on both sides.

They rode swift war wolves, wielded various weapons such as spears, scimitars, and axes, and their faces were painted with ferocious battle markings.

"It's Bloodclaw Bandits! Be on high alert!"

The caravan leader, looking up from the bamboo building, gave a slightly nervous order, his rough hands pressing down on the hilt of his knife.

"Whoa whoa!"

The bandits let out strange howls like hyenas and quickly surrounded the caravan.

"Leave the goods behind, kill everyone!"

The bandit leader grinned maliciously, the giant axe in his hand gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

The caravan guards gripped their weapons tightly, their expressions extremely solemn.

Because the leader in front of them actually possessed hero-level strength, and the several minor leaders around him were also at the level of infantry captains (great knights).

The pack animal sensed the tense atmosphere and stopped.

However, the bandits did not give the caravan a chance to deploy their shields and form a defensive formation on the spot. Instead, they immediately mobilized their dire wolves to launch an attack.

Their bodies, with their werewolf blood, were covered in stiff, gray-black fur, and their faces revealed fangs, making them look ferocious and terrifying.

With a well-coordinated charge, the bandits riding their dire wolves swiftly broke into the caravan's formation, throwing the hundred-plus-person caravan into chaos. The guards, unable to attend to both ends, were momentarily at a loss.

Just at this critical moment, a figure slowly emerged from behind the hills on the other side.

He was a guy wearing a very strange high-tech helmet, which seemed very strange to the orcs. He was tall and straight, carrying a long sword, and dressed like a warrior.

Although he was alone and did not do anything unusual after appearing, both the robbers and the caravan became alert upon seeing him.

Because the other party exuded the aura of a powerful being, it was an indescribable feeling, as if it were innate to life, and a sense of tension arose spontaneously in the face of great danger.

"How dare they let their troops plunder in broad daylight!"

The newcomer spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every orc.

The bandit leader tugged at the dire wolf beneath him, signaling it to stop, and turned to look.

"Trying to meddle?"

"Humph!"

The man raised his right hand and gripped the hilt of his sword behind him: "That's right, I, Ruanti, love meddling in other people's business!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than he appeared in front of the bandit leader in a flash.

A flash of cold light appeared, and the bandit leader felt a chill on his neck, as his gaze involuntarily dropped.

Immediately, a strange feeling of weightlessness came over me, and drowsiness followed.

Then he closed his eyes forever.

The chaotic battlefield fell silent; both sides were stunned by what they saw.

"He...he's so strong!"

"This is bad, we can't handle this, retreat quickly!"

Kruanti's figure flashed repeatedly, dashing left and right with lightning speed, leaving faint afterimages in the air.

In a short time, he traversed dozens of meters of battlefield with lightning speed, killing all the robbers in one fell swoop.

When he stopped, took out a rag, and wiped the blood off the black longsword in his hand, the caravan's guard leader Cosanto and the caravan leader Caravan were deeply shocked.

It's a combat technique similar to a charge attack, but when an ordinary hero uses this move to attack an enemy, it involves a full-force sprint and burst of power.

This is extremely physically demanding, and the flow of battle qi is inevitably hindered, requiring rest and adjustment before it can be resumed.

But the man did it so easily and effortlessly, striking more than ten times in a row without stopping.

This has already been completely sublimated and transformed into a module of high-level combat skills.

Karavan turned his head, his voice trembling slightly, and asked, "Have you ever heard of a special move called 'Invincible Slash'?"

Kosantomuran.

……

Not long after, in the caravan.

The group cleaned up the mess.

Karavan respectfully invited the unfamiliar, powerful man who called himself Ruanti to the bamboo building.

Cosanto was there with him.

The two rough-looking orc men couldn't help but show expressions that bordered on obsequiousness.

Karavan also expressed his sincere gratitude to him and attempted to present him with several gifts.

This "Luanti" is naturally Roy.

This is actually the name of the caravan leader who, 318 years ago, accepted a commission to escort a caravan when he passed through this place.

Since he couldn't directly use Lukel's pseudonym, he simply adopted this one.

Roy waved his hand, refusing Karavan's attempt to curry favor.

"I don't need these things."

The two immediately praised his noble character.

There are also some chivalrous acts among the orcs, and some even regard them as part of asceticism to temper their spirit.

They couldn't help but suspect that the person in front of them was a reclusive ascetic who had been cultivating in seclusion. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been so powerful after never having heard of him before.

As it turned out, Roy was indeed impersonating a hermit.

He asked the two orcs, "Where did those bandits come from?"

Karavan answered cautiously, "They are from the Bloodclaw Clan."

The Bloodclaw tribe is a clan that has risen rapidly in recent years due to the interdimensional wars.

It is said that their chieftain had an unexpected encounter from another dimension during a battle, gaining strength far exceeding that of the surrounding forces…

"I see."

Soon after, Roy roughly understood the cause and effect.

In the world of orcs, especially in places like the Lalbu Icefield, living conditions are extremely harsh.

Chief Bloodclaw thought to himself, "I'm already this strong. If I just honestly lead my people to farm or accept jobs at taverns, wouldn't that be a disgrace to the name of a strongman?"
He simply took up arms and became a robber.

The Orc Empire lacked effective management and could only allow them to grow rapidly, becoming nomadic bandits roaming the Lalbu Icefield and plundering caravans everywhere.

"Didn't he ever think of any long-term plan, or be a little more lenient with you caravans?"

Shouting for violence and making an example of someone is one thing, but what good would actually be gained from killing them?

Roy shook his head after hearing this.

If it were me, I definitely wouldn't have killed them all right away.

Karavan was terrified.

He quickly explained, "In this harsh and cold place, there is no way to achieve long-term development."

Therefore, their goal was rapid expansion, followed by taking advantage of the war to recruit and submit to the empire.

He quickly added another sentence.

"Of course, someone as powerful as you doesn't need to go to such lengths..."

******
What he was thinking was, what if this guy became an outlaw...?

That's really something.

We should quickly praise him a few more times, letting him know that he is already very strong after leaving the mountain, and that he can go directly to the Orc Empire.

Roy probably guessed what he was thinking, and chuckled to himself, but didn't say anything more.

He was now pretending to be the ascetic Ruanti, so he made no attempt to hide his ignorance of current events and began to ask questions.

"Why does it feel more and more chaotic lately? Monsters I've never seen before have even appeared in the place where I'm cultivating?"

Last April, a very bright star appeared in the sky, but it quickly disappeared. Upon hearing this, the two looked up at his head.

Those strange helmets, which looked like they came from alien technology, were clearly something like trophies.

"You mean those aliens, and demons, devils and the like, right?"

Recently, a mages' expeditionary force has even come to our door. The bright star you mentioned last April was actually the mages' mage tower.

But it was driven away by our Emperor Hegeltai, and so it quickly disappeared.

"Is there such a thing?"

Roy appropriately expressed his surprise.

"Where did you cultivate before, and what are your plans for the future?"

Karavan probed calmly.

Roy's portrayal of "Luanti" is very "honest" and he answers questions in detail.

Thus, Karavan and Cosanto learned that this was because the place where he was in seclusion for cultivation had been attacked by the Boda zombies.

Although dealing with these monsters would be very easy for him with his strength, the spatial rifts were still there, and more monsters kept coming out, which always bothered him.

So I had no choice but to leave and enter the secular world.

But he had no relatives or friends and didn't know where to go for a while. He just wanted to find a place to go into seclusion again and bury himself in cultivation.

"You are so strong, it's such a pity that you don't serve the empire."

"Yes, seclusion for cultivation is nothing compared to the comfort of making a name for oneself."

The empire is currently in dire need of talent. You can challenge those generals at any time, obtain their titles, and one day command thousands of troops to fight against the enemy…

"Will this make me stronger?"

Roy doesn't forget to maintain his "martial arts fanatic" persona.

Of course!

As a general, you can not only slay bandits and monsters, but also aliens, mechs, and warships!

Karavan was one of the few orcs who was adept at social maneuvering, possessing a high level of emotional intelligence. He astutely grasped Karavan's core needs and quickly spoke up.

He had considered luring this "master who came down from the mountain" to his side.

But after thinking about it, I wisely gave up.

His small caravan couldn't afford to support such a powerful figure. Rather than indulging in wishful thinking, he'd rather earn a recommendation and build a relationship so that he could have someone to look after him in the future.

Cosanto was also self-aware enough not to invite the other party to join his guard team or to take on escort missions together.

……

About two weeks later, Roy arrived in the eastern city of Grahis with the caravan.

This city is located at the eastern end of the Lonniero Mountains, with massive granite walls forming a natural barrier connecting the north and south.

Therefore, the Orcish Empire took it seriously and built a magnificent city.

At the entrance, burly orc guards, wielding giant axes, inspected the caravans entering and leaving.

I was somewhat surprised to see Roy.

However, after briefly sensing the aura of strength naturally emanating from the other party, he remained very polite: "Sir, may I have a look at your helmet?"

Roy did as he was told, removing his helmet to reveal the face of an ordinary-looking orc youth.

This was the first time Caravan and Cosanto had seen Roy's "true face," and they were quite surprised.

"Your Excellency Ruanti is truly a promising young man!"

They and the guards could never have imagined that under the helmet was a hood, and under the hood was Lukel.

Behind Lukel are the sliced ​​clones, behind the sliced ​​clones is the Great Wizard, and behind the Great Wizard is the transmigrator…

I want to make friends...

No, it's that their desire to curry favor has intensified.

After the inspection was completed, Roy followed the caravan through the city gate, where a wide street came into view.

This is a bustling place quite different from the surrounding area, with shops lining both sides of the street and all sorts of vendors crowding the way.

The aroma of spices and roasted meat mingles with the sweat and body odor of various orcs, creating a unique orcish atmosphere.

In the middle of the street, a huge camel slowly moved forward, and there was even a special passage for people to walk through.

"Actually, the Orc Empire also has wanted posters for those bandits. We've cut off their heads for you and pickled them..."

You can use it to claim your reward later.

Up in the bamboo building, Karavan reminded Roy and "guided" him on the next steps.

Even someone as emotionally intelligent as him didn't realize that this was the result of Roy's intentional or unintentional hints.

Many of the things they imagined were generated under the guidance of high-level mental power at the level of a great wizard.

This magical power, derived from extraordinary charisma, is not brainwashing or control, but it has already achieved a similar effect in practice.

The identity Roy used to infiltrate this place wasn't perfect, but he had prior experience and immediately filled in the gaps by using this caravan.

Even if the true god of the orcs could bestow some divine arts upon shamans and the like, enabling them to use primitive divination and witchcraft, it would be impossible for them to predict the past and future and fully know everything about him.

Using administrative means to investigate and collect evidence is even more absurd.

The Orc Empire had never had such meticulous management; they didn't even have household registration records.

In the end, they could only be described as the remnants of an unknown small tribe that had been scattered and were hiding deep in the mountains.

Over time, the population dwindled to near extinction, leaving him to cultivate himself alone.

As it happened, Roy began to talk about things that happened hundreds of years ago.

He had visited the area years ago and had some understanding of the local customs and traditions at that time.

Speaking of which, he also has a base that he used in the Lonniero Mountains.

……

"What? You killed the Blood Claw bandits?"

That noon, Karavan disregarded the caravan's affairs and took Roy to the imperial office located there to report the robbery on the road.

The orc officials were greatly shocked.

For several years in a row, he had heard about attacks on various caravans.

The ice field is so vast that not all caravans will be attacked.

However, if you're unlucky enough to run into someone, very few will survive, let alone fight back.

"It's not us, it's Lord Ruanti."

Karavan spoke on Roy's behalf.

"I see it."

The orc official nodded.

Then, with a hint of ingratiation, he handed him a wanted poster and said, "Perfect timing, we're also having a headache with the Blood Claw Tribe."

"Hero, please help me get rid of it!"

******
This is actually an old tradition of the orcs.

The imperial authorities lacked the power to manage the grassroots level; various security issues and bandit suppression matters were handled by grassroots heroes.

Officials often issue various commissions while collecting alcohol taxes in taverns throughout the city.

Orcs who need it can hire heroes from it to accomplish various tasks.

This can also, in turn, restrain those orcs with strong military power, leading them to the path of heroes who fight against evil and uphold justice, rather than becoming outlaws.

The former chieftain of Bloodclaw once followed this official path, but he found it too troublesome and the money too slow to come by.

I might as well become an outlaw and seek freedom.

"To deal with that robber?"
That works too.

Roy didn't refuse and readily agreed.

"These heads you've cut off can be exchanged for some supplies. Please wait a moment, and I'll calculate it for you..."

Seeing Roy agree so readily, the official in charge beamed with joy, nodding repeatedly with his enormous orc head.

What he didn't know was that at that moment, in the city lord's mansion, the city lord Bogev was also having a headache over the wanted poster.

As the lord officially appointed by the empire to manage this place, he is also a second-level hero, and his strength has even reached the upper level. He is only a few steps away from the peak, or even the third level.

But it's clear that he excels at leading troops into battle, not at suppressing bandits.

"Chief Bloodclaw once had a fortuitous encounter; he was captured by an alien spaceship and, while being studied, injected with a gene-modifying agent..."

Then it was put back!

This is indeed capable of greatly disrupting our plans!

"Yes, those aliens are absolutely awful!"

Several orcs nearby were discussing it.

To the honest and simple-minded beastmen, those aliens were doing inhuman things.

However, it can sometimes be quite something to look forward to...

There have been dozens of cases in eastern mainland China where people were abducted by alien spacecraft, subjected to various studies, modified, and then released.

Some orcs even claimed that they received exceptionally good treatment there.

The aliens offered them many beautiful orc females, and even transformed themselves into orc goddesses, inviting him to conduct genetic research together.

Although insightful individuals at the highest levels, as well as shamans who had once mastered secret arts such as "blood curses," were greatly worried about this, they knew that it was definitely not a good thing for the entire orc race.

However, the orcs around these city lords were still very envious.

When are the aliens coming to capture me?

Just then, a subordinate suddenly came running over: "Lord City Lord!"

Bogev snapped out of his daze: "What is it?"

"A noteworthy expert has arrived in the city, suspected to be above level two."

He then briefly reported what the guard had said.

"The Karawan caravan?"

The city lord is extremely busy and it's highly unlikely he would know these things.

However, the officials under his command understood.

A burly bear-man stepped forward and reported in a deep, booming voice, "This is an old caravan. Their leader, Karavan, comes here several times a year..."

"Such powerful individuals are worthy of my personal visit. Do you know where they are staying?"

“I know, on old Manff’s turf.”

"Okay, make the arrangements. I'll go there tonight."

Bogev said immediately.

As a result, Lord Bogef arrived empty-handed that very evening.

His subordinates rushed over to report that the unfamiliar powerful figure had accepted a wanted mission and had run out of the city to cause trouble for the Blood Claw Tribe.

Lord Bogev was greatly surprised when he heard this.

……

At this moment, outside the city.

Roy rode a swift dragon mount, galloping through the starry night, heading straight for the location of the Bloodclaw Clan as indicated in the intelligence.

Accompanying them were several riders, including Cosanto, the leader of the guard, and officials from the city of Grassis.

After traveling for several days, they soon arrived at the hiding place of the Blood Claw tribe based on the intelligence provided by their informant.

Not only are the orcs' official practices crude, but even their bandits don't seem to care much about hiding their whereabouts. The Bloodclaw tribe has set up shop here so openly, without any fear of their enemies coming after them.

In any case, as long as there is any disturbance, their spies will get the information and then disappear without a trace with their people.

As for the elderly, the weak, women, and children...

They had already been arranged to hide deep in the mountains, and were not afraid of being besieged by a large army.

Soon, the scouts on the hill spotted them.

Since there were very few people, the orcs of this tribe were not flustered. They simply reported to their leader and tried to get rid of them.

Unexpectedly, Roy arrived much faster than they anticipated, barging in right after they finished reporting.

"what!"

Amidst the screams of agony, the Bloodclaw Chieftain's eyelids twitched violently. He shoved aside the orc beauty nestled beside him and pulled out his great axe.

Then Roy barged in.

"Damn it!"

Chief Bloodclaw never expected that the other side would arrive so quickly.

Enraged, he unleashed his battle qi, unleashing terrifying power.

But Roy slashed at him head-on with even more terrifying power, breaking his axe in two with a single blow.

Immediately following behind, his figure moved like lightning, striking the chieftain with terrifying speed, and slicing through his chest with his sword.

Chieftain Bloodclaw was no ordinary man either; his immense strength allowed him to withstand the potentially fatal attack and retreat to the side.

Roy couldn't help but feel surprised.

"You actually managed to withstand one of my sword strikes?"

"Damn guy!"

Enraged, the chieftain unleashed an ominous aura, his blood and qi burning like flames, creating a visible outer layer around his body.

This is already a powerful physique approaching the early stage of level three. Although the management of the orcs is chaotic, the strong are generally able to receive the treatment they deserve and are all absorbed into the empire.

He should at least be a warlord, not some bandit.

This situation was indeed somewhat unexpected.

However, before the chief could even display his power for a few seconds, the oncoming sword blade severed him.

"what!"

Chieftain Bloodclaw clutched his neck, feeling incredulously as his head was severed, the immense pain of decapitation consuming his will.

This is accompanied by rapid blood loss, and the brain also lacks oxygen, leading to a state of fainting and confusion.

His powerful physical abilities allowed him to last longer than others, but in essence, he was still a newly promoted martial artist, whose spirit and soul were not as strong as those of the true strongmen.

He couldn't possibly have an out-of-body experience, so he died when his head was cut off.

Lord Bogev arrived just in time and was greatly shocked by what he saw.

He originally intended to help that "Luanti" and take this opportunity to completely resolve the troubles of the Blood Claw Clan.

But to my surprise, the other party had already taken care of it without me having to lift a finger.

After the initial shock, their eyes lit up.

Excellent! Such a powerful individual should serve the empire!

(End of this chapter)