Wizard: I Can Refine Everything-Chapter 331 - 47: The Counterattack Begins

That’s our goal too.”

Richard sighed after hearing this.

This was truly a case of gods fighting and mortals suffering. A bet between Great Wizards could cost thousands of small wizards their lives.

“What rewards did the dean offer?” Richard asked.

Jolod took out a Soul Contract and handed it to Richard across the desk.

“If we can win this bet, all the wizards participating in this war will receive a direct reward of two thousand Magic Essence. In addition to that, the dean’s four worlds will be open to all wizards for half a year, during which the slaves, resources, and everything else there are free for the taking.

And as the vanguard of the counterattack, as long as you fulfill the bet, the dean’s treasury will be open to you.

You can take away three items from it.

Moreover, the dean will also give you a ten-square-kilometer piece of Secret Realm Fragments as a reward.”

Upon hearing the rewards, Richard’s heart jumped fiercely.

“The dean is really bleeding for this.”

“Bleeding?” Jolod shook his head, “These things can hardly be considered bleeding, at most they’re just painful.

Not to mention that there were fifty thousand wizards participating in this war, and already over nine thousand have died, and nearly thirty thousand soul boxes have been destroyed.

If this was an expedition to another Plane, it would be one thing, but this was fighting our own people, and for such absurd reasons.

If he doesn’t offer more money, morale will scatter.

The wizards participating are our own people, the foundation of the Black Tower Wizard Academy.

If a few big shots emerge from you in the future and get the title of honorary alumnus, then all the money spent now will be worth it.”

After listening, Richard thoughtfully said, “Then the Great Wizard of the Meteor Stars seems to have to bleed a lot. He started the Academy War and summoned so many wizards.

This time he might have to spend as much as a Plane expedition.”

Jolod spread his hands, “Well, that’s not our concern.”

Richard carefully read the contract and after confirming there were no errant clauses, he signed it.

As the contract burst into flames and disappeared into the air, the atmosphere between the mentor and student became much lighter.

Jolod stood up to brew a pot of Magic Tea and casually asked,

“How are those Synthetic Beasts I made? Are they to your liking?”

Richard nodded, “Teacher’s craftsmanship is truly exquisite. The Dragon Beast as a mount couldn’t be more suitable.”

Jolod, holding the teapot, returned to his chair.

“I’m glad you’re satisfied, but I’m quite curious about what exactly you’re planning to do. Using Alien Slaves as cannon fodder is one thing.

But if you want to use them as soldiers, they’re still far too lacking.”

Richard smiled, and though the incident with the Dragon Beast had broken some of Jolod’s prejudice against native Aliens,

as an old wizard, he still looked down on those Aliens from the bottom of his heart.

“Teacher, wait here, I’ll go down and call Makar up.”

Jolod watched Richard with interest; his student always had some ingenious ideas, and he wondered what kind of surprise Richard would bring him this time.

Before long, Jolod saw an Iron Giant more than three meters tall bending down to enter his laboratory.

Jolod’s face stiffened slightly at the sight of the Iron Giant.

As an Alchemy Wizard of the Flesh Faction, he wasn’t very fond of pure Alchemy Machines like Magic Statues.

Flesh Magic Statues were the best!

Jolod said somewhat sullenly, “Is this the Magic Statue you made? It seems much stronger than your previous one.”

Richard smiled slightly and instructed Makar to disengage its sealed mode.

In an instant, a surge of third-level creatures’ Life Radiation released from the Armor, and Jolod tensed up.

He hadn’t expected that this “Magic Statue” was actually a Fire Lizard clad in Armor.

“This is truly a big surprise,” Jolod exclaimed.

He knew Richard possessed a third-level Fire Lizard as a Soul Slave, which was why he recommended Richard as an external Wizard before the war started.

But he hadn’t expected Richard to design a whole set of Armor for such a third-level creature.

And this Armor could even conceal its presence from his perception.

Richard took out a large metal shield from his pocket and had Makar equip it.

“Teacher, would you like to test the strength of this shield?”

Seeing the solid shield, Jolod, as an old Wizard, dismissed the idea of breaking it the moment he saw it.

“These things… I didn’t teach you, did I?”

Richard laughed, “These creations are the masterpieces of the Fire Lizards under my command.

Even this armor, a good portion of it, was designed by those Fire Lizard craftsmen.

Think about it, Teacher, equipped with these, could natives really be weaker than Wizards?”

“Why don’t you equip the Wizards with these things?” Jolod asked somewhat reflexively.

“Because there’s no need,” Richard said indifferently, “A fireball with an energy level of five hundred can kill a person, and so can a fireball with an energy level of a thousand.

For a fireball with an energy level of four hundred, an increase of a hundred energy levels is a qualitative change. But for a fireball of a thousand energy levels, that extra hundred energy levels doesn’t make a difference.

After all, the opponents we’re facing can be killed with a fireball of five hundred energy levels.”

Jolod was stunned for a moment; Richard’s reasoning did make sense.

The true value of the equipment was not just in the increase of combat power, but rather in raising an Alien Slave to the level of a Wizard.

If this could be widely adopted, the rate at which Wizards conquered Otherworlds would greatly accelerate.

However, Jolod’s expression soon turned to one of alarm.

He released a Silence Spell and a spell to prevent spying in a bit of a panic.

Then he spoke to Richard solemnly,

“Richard, listen carefully, you mustn’t reveal this thing before you become a Great Wizard.

What you’re doing is threatening the livelihoods of thousands of Wizards!”

Richard found Jolod’s reaction somewhat incomprehensible.

His idea was still in its draft stage. Although there was the prototype of Mechanic Model I, there was still a long way to go before making the armor mass-produced,

“Teacher, what do you mean by that?”

Jolod said somewhat anxiously, “Think about it carefully, if you want your Slave Army to make money, it has to be cheaper than hiring Wizards. But if you’re cheaper, the Great Wizards will definitely prefer to use the Slave Army, thereby reducing their recruitment of Wizards.

By doing this, the impact on Three Rings and Second Ring Wizards might be minimal, but the One Ring Wizards would be severely affected.

Unless these Wizards drop their prices lower than the Slave Army, the Great Wizards will definitely not hire them.

Once this situation begins, it will be a vicious cycle, and One Ring Wizards are the majority in the Wizard World!

When that time comes, you better be prepared to be cursed by Curse Wizards day and night.”

After hearing Jolod’s explanation, Richard broke out in a cold sweat.

He really hadn’t thought that far.

But this all sounded so familiar to him; it seemed to be the same thing as outsourcing labor costs.

Richard tossed those messy thoughts aside in his mind and said to Jolod with a bitter smile,

“Teacher, you’re thinking too far ahead. I hadn’t considered all that.

But you’re right, my idea is indeed a bit dangerous.”

Jolod looked resigned upon hearing this, as the surprise this time was a bit too great.

“Let’s change the subject. How many Third-Level slaves did you bring this time? From the looks of their equipment, if we have two or three of them, we can consider this battle as good as won,” said Jolod.

“Rest assured, Teacher, I’ve brought more than enough,” Richard said confidently.

…

The counterattack was scheduled for seven days later, and during this time, Richard met with his several brothers and Ali.

Among these people, except for a One Ring sister who had only a passing relationship with Richard and had died, everyone else was fine; even the youngest and weakest Yelena had only broken both legs.

Jolod and Susanna had assigned them to battlefields that best suited them; if it wasn’t for really bad luck, they were unlikely to die.

During these days, Richard also specialized in the modification of the Witch Hunting Team’s armor to make it more suitable for the upcoming battlefield.

Soon, the seventh night arrived.

There was no moon that night, and the dazzling starry sky slowly revolved in the heavens.

The Black Tower Academy’s counterattacking forces quietly gathered at a point in the Inner Ring.

The Wizards from Meteor Star Academy also knew that Black Tower Academy was about to counterattack, so almost all the Meteor Star Academy’s Wizards came to the front lines.

The patrolling Wizards and the Magic Pets carrying out reconnaissance made the entire front line crystal clear.

Meteor Star Academy had not been idle over the years, either; they had constructed a tight defensive line based on the ruins left by the Black Tower Academy.

Although these defenses were significantly weaker compared to the Black Tower Academy’s Inner Ring, as a defensive line, it had fulfilled its purpose—to give the Black Tower Academy a bit of a headache.

With a larger number of Wizards from Meteor Star Academy, if they could not quickly break through this line of defense, the only thing waiting for them would be a withdrawal in disgrace.

And this, this was Richard’s purpose.

Richard’s Witch Hunting Team could act as the spearhead, quickly tearing through Meteor Star Academy’s defensive line.

Richard held the Mithril Magic Wand, quietly watching the pocket watch in his hand.

The counterattack was scheduled for 12:10 a.m.; before then, a few decoy Wizards would attract fire to reduce the obstructions they would face when breaking through the defense.

Boom!

A rumble came from Meteor Star Academy’s position in the distance.

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A huge alarm immediately echoed throughout the outer ring of Black Tower Academy.

Richard quietly watched the Wizards on the defense line; he saw many rushing toward the battle zone.

Not long after, the alarm sounded again, and another group of Wizards departed.

Richard glanced at the pocket watch in his hand; the minute hand had reached 12:09, and the second hand was slowly ticking toward the top of the hour.

Richard counted down in his mind as he watched the second hand,

“Five, four, three, two, one!”

He suddenly raised his head and commanded the Witch Hunting Team beside him,

“Move!”