Wizard: I Can Refine Everything
Chapter 626 - 31: Preparing for Battle

Chapter 626: Chapter 31: Preparing for Battle

Xuan Qing Daoist’s message came at a perfect time, because on the day after he sent the message, the elite team from the front line returned with intelligence.

They found an unidentified army advancing towards the front line.

This army was clad in black iron armor, wielding black spears and large bows, resembling robots, advancing towards the front line day and night without pause.

Among these forces, they also spotted many werewolves wearing loose robes. These werewolves were often at the center of the army, looking out of place with the surrounding soldiers.

Without the intelligence from Xuan Qing Daoist, these forces might not cause the goblins to misjudge, but their presence would certainly attract enough goblin guard forces. Encountering the real Daoist army at that time could lead to an insufficient reaction, preventing the Daoist army from being fully annihilated.

These Daoists are easy to deal with when concentrated, but scattered into the countryside, they are the most troublesome enemies.

A Daoist who has cultivated an Immortal Body is, in terms of difficulty, certainly no less troublesome than a typical Three Rings Wizard.

"Keep the front line on alert, ready to respond to the Werewolf Army’s assault at any time," the highest Command Room issued the order.

After the first intelligence report, the front line subsequently sent back more than a dozen intelligence reports. All these reports were about the Daoist Army, but none of the reports had any relation to the real Daoist Army.

The Daoist Army seemed to not exist.

Seeing the goblins discussing the possible locations of the Daoist Army in the Command Room, Richard had no intention of joining in.

No matter how strong the Daoist Army is, it can’t escape Richard’s eyes. As long as he desires, the Daoist Army would have nowhere to hide. But he didn’t do this.

Although Richard hated the notion of a test, he was currently doing something of a similar nature.

These goblin armies will face the civilized battlefield in the future, and if even this simple native war requires his intervention to solve, then it only shows he was wrong.

Goblins will later no longer have an army, and this race will devolve into merely a logistical race... And this doesn’t seem to be a bad thing for goblins.

In any case, unless the situation deteriorates to a point where he has to intervene, he will not personally step into this battle.

Suddenly, a call sounded in his ear.

"Lord, I’ve succeeded!"

...

In the prisoner camp, thousands of werewolf warriors knelt around the Young Master.

At this moment, the Young Master was shrouded in Holy Light, with fur that shone like gold.

It has been three days since he entered the prisoner camp. During these three days, he started with the few most powerful werewolves in the camp, using Bloodline suppression and the ancestral methods to tame these leading wolves.

Werewolves are creatures that need a leader. Once the leader is subdued, all werewolves under their command will also be subdued. Even if there are dissenters, they are only a small part.

And facing those dissenters, the Young Master’s approach was rather simple.

"Those who do not submit have only one path: death."

After subduing them, Bai began teaching them the doctrines of the Miracle Sect—of course, this is the werewolf special edition. After all, goblins and werewolves are two very different races, and if copied entirely, strange situations could arise, such as banning tigers from eating all meat, requiring balanced food.

Having passed the doctrines to the leading wolves, they naturally spread the teachings to lower ranks.

Led by the leaders, the werewolves began willingly accepting the doctrines. And once everyone started accepting the doctrines, conformity followed.

The vision depicted in the doctrines was beautiful, a hundred times better than the current aristocratic rule. Even the most stubborn werewolves acknowledged this. Initially, werewolves learned the doctrines perhaps due to the leaders’ demands or conformity. But when they truly began to ponder over the contents, the seed of faith emerged.

These people aren’t simple rural farmers; they are warriors. Even if from a Low-Grade family, they are literate and educated. This means their thoughts are more active than those of a rural farmer.

At this moment, the Young Master began to move around the camp, addressing the warriors’ doubts.

Although young, the Young Master, as the heir of an aristocratic family, had been well-read since childhood. Even in the Lu Family, he never stopped learning.

When it comes to arguments and thoughts, these werewolves can’t match him.

With the Young Master’s clarifications, the first believers emerged. The warriors who became believers began preaching to those around them under the Oracle of the Young Master.

One spreads to ten, ten to a hundred. In just three days, the entire prisoner camp’s captives had become followers of the Young Master or the White Wolf God.

Though most of them were Light believers, this was already enough.

The foundational believers and the priestly framework of the Miracle Sect’s Immortal World Branch—White Wolf Association had been established. The next step was to spread this faith, transferring it from warriors to the commoners.

The Power of Faith among warriors is not more noble than that of commoners.

On the contrary, commoners who haven’t been educated often have purer Power of Faith, much more than the educated clever ones, and are easier to become Devout believers and Fanatics.

Richard arrived at the prisoner camp, and upon seeing the kneeling and praying werewolf warriors, a slight smile appeared on his face. The Young Master was his Subordinate God, so the Young Master’s believers counted as his followers. Thus, he could feel the depth of the werewolves’ faith around him at the moment.

In his senses, over three days, the Young Master created twelve Fanatics and hundreds of Devout believers.

This number was already enough to support a small sect.

"It seems you’ve established your own base."

The Young Master approached Richard, crossing his hands over his chest, respectfully saying, "These are all thanks to your help."

Richard looked behind the Young Master, noticing Bai’s fur had become extremely snowy for some unknown reason.

"Did you bless him with blood?"

"Yes."

"Saves me the trouble. Let him visit the lab; Inhardt will carry out further modifications on him. We must expedite the missionary work, as our occupied territory is quite large now."

"Yes, my Lord."

...

"Still no trace?"

"Still none."

In the Command Room, a group of old goblins who had fought hundreds of years of Abyss War stared at the map on the table, scratching their heads in frustration.

It’s been half a month since they first discovered the Puppet Army. Various pieces of intelligence collected from the frontline have been sent to the Command Tower, but they still couldn’t locate the Daoist Army.

The exploration range of the elite teams has been extended to 200 kilometers beyond the frontline. Military deployment maps have been sent over in thick stacks. If war broke out now, the infantry alone could easily advance without the need for the elite team to carry out assassinations.

"Could it be that these people never came to the frontline? Maybe they are still at the rear, only sending small squads to scout ahead?" a seasoned goblin speculated.

"Impossible. We’ve had the news for half a month; even werewolf samurai should have collected sufficient intelligence by now. These people must be hiding somewhere, waiting for us to push the line forward so they can hit us hard."

As he spoke, a hint of malice appeared on an old goblin’s face.

"Deploy the air force; these guys might be hiding in the clouds, possibly disguised as one of them and watching us."

"Makes sense. I’ll dispatch the air force right away."

One hour later, the War Airships were collectively dispatched. Goblin air force personnel, dressed in flight suits, began clearing the airspace near the frontline. Large swaths of clouds were destroyed by witchcraft, resulting in continuous rain over the frontline.

...

Frontline, on the outskirts of Defense Zone Thirteen.

"Why are these Outer Heaven Demons all so elite?"

Looking at the neatly organized goblins in the Dao Artifact mirror, a Daoist uttered an almost complaint-like exclamation. He was born into a Top Grade family, and even the samurai at home were somewhat sizable, so he understood the immense effort required to train an army like these goblins.

But during reconnaissance, he noticed that these Outer Heaven Demons seemed unlike any ordinary army he had in mind, each force being extraordinarily elite.

"Anyone who follows the Great Sky Demon to invade other worlds can’t be a pushover," responded another Daoist beside him on the mirror,

"What should we do?"

"What else can we do? Go back and report to the command. This place isn’t a soft target either."

With that, he took out a Dao Artifact and began reporting the reconnaissance situation to the command, which was thousands of miles away.

The top Command Room never imagined that the reason they couldn’t find a trace of the Daoist Army was true indeed—that the Daoist Army hadn’t approached the frontline.

Although the Immortal Village Envoy had distributed elixirs and Dao Artifacts, expecting these alone to drive the Daoists into risking their lives was evidently impossible.

After all, they were "Immortals."

In their understanding, they considered themselves a class above their non-immortal mortal kin.

Making them risk their lives for these mortals? Dream on!

They’d find a slightly weaker spot, put on a show with a couple of minor skirmishes. Fighting wars was the task of those samurai; the Immortals should be behind the scenes strategizing.

"Still elites?"

The Daoist on the other side of the mirror was somewhat frustrated.

"Alright, acknowledged."

The Daoist put down the mirror, and around him, inspectors from the Seven Immortal Villages were watching him.

"Commander Nine, you’ve stalled for half a month."

"I’ve been gathering intelligence."

"Surely you must have gathered enough by now."

"Still..."

Before Commander Nine could finish, he was silenced by the icy stares from the inspectors of the Seven Immortal Villages.

"Commander Nine, there are loud calls within the alliance to dissolve it and surrender to the Heavenly Demons. I suppose you aren’t one of those, right?" an inspector said.

"Of course not!" Commander Nine retorted angrily, "What do you take me for?"

"Then you’d better hurry," another inspector said coldly, "If this drags on, it’ll do neither of us any good."

"...Ah! I get it."

With that, Commander Nine walked over to the map hanging on the wall in front of the room. On the map, a nearly perfect circle appeared as an invincible bastion.

"If deceit won’t work, we’ll have to take the hard approach."

"Convey my order for the entire army to mobilize, prepare the talisman soldier beans, if we’re going to fight hard, we must go all out."

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