Wizard: I Can Refine Everything-Chapter 504 - 49: The Merchant Convoy

Due to not following the main force this time, the methods through which many Black Wizards entered the world were somewhat different.

Garon the Great Wizard slightly extended his real body, waved the World Tree Staff in his hand, and summoned a huge Magic Array.

The wizards traveled through specially made crossing pods, traversing into the world in batches and at different locations.

With the help of reconnaissance wizards who had infiltrated in advance, the landing points of these Black Wizards were all in desolate areas of this broken world, where Wild Beastmen rarely appeared.

Richard sat in the crossing pod, calm. Although this infiltration was somewhat different, for most Black Wizards, this manner of infiltration actually posed less risk.

Without a frontline battlefield, the Wild Beastmen would not conduct a major sweep. Even if they exhibited some abnormalities under normal circumstances, it would not attract attention.

However, the cost of this safety was that once discovered, death might be a luxury.

The pod slowly sank into the Array, and an extremely intense oppressive feeling instantly enveloped every wizard, but soon, this oppressive feeling disappeared.

It was replaced by an extremely abundant energy environment.

They had already entered this world.

In the sky, a streak of light rapidly descended toward the ground.

"Activate the gradual descent of the crossing pod."

"Yes, my Lord."

Operated by his subordinate, the pod, shaped like a shuttle, suddenly inflated like a capsule.

The speed of descent also slowed.

Ten minutes later, the crossing pod landed.

As the cabin door opened, they were greeted by dry air filled with energy.

This feeling, almost like being soaked in a Magic Stone, made Richard feel as if he had arrived in a Secret Realm.

"Ah, this truly is the great world!"

Stepping out of the crossing pod, what entered Richard’s eyes was a barren desert. Immediately after, a strong wave of energy radiation caused Richard to squint slightly.

He bent down, grabbed a handful of sand from the ground, and found that these sands all carried strong radiation. It seemed as if in the ancient past, some force had permanently changed their properties.

"Indeed, it’s the homeland of the Pioneers; the traces of battles have not faded even after so many years."

After sighing, Richard made a gesture, signaling the wizards inside the cabin to set up a Magic Barrier.

Although this energy radiation was harmless to Richard, it could be lethal to the other wizards in the crossing pod if not handled properly.

Once everyone was out, Richard opened the Secret Realm Rift, tossed the crossing pod into it, and then said,

"Alright, we’re inside now, let’s set a code word so we don’t accidentally harm our fellows during future operations."

The other wizards exchanged glances, and an older wizard spoke, "My Lord, please decide."

Richard nodded slightly, "Alright, the code will be, ’Where is the crossing pod, desert.’"

The wizards noted this code, then each went their separate ways.

Now, they did not need to conduct any destructive missions, so spreading out to establish an information network was most crucial.

Based on prior intelligence, Richard began to adjust his body shape with Invisible Face.

His skin tightened, muscles shifted, and bones grew. Amid a series of crackling sounds, his body gradually transformed into a two-meter-tall Wild Beastman.

Richard casually summoned an Ice Mirror and, after confirming his appearance had no issues, changed into a coarse cloth outfit typical of Wild Beastmen, and walked out into the desert.

The desert was vast, and their landing location was right at its center. Thus, Richard walked for three days and saw nothing but sand.

"Seriously, which clever guy chose this place?" Richard looked up at the two great suns in the sky and couldn’t help but complain, "Any wizard landing here who’s even slightly weaker would suffer non-combat losses."

However, he recalled that apparently, the other crossing pods all contained wizards of the First Ring, while his pod was all Second Ring, and they seemed quite aged.

It seemed that the headquarters was aware of the situation here, so they had specially assembled the personnel.

Suddenly, Richard squinted. In his line of sight, a group that appeared to be a merchant caravan was engaged in a battle.

He was slightly pleased and chuckled, "Hey, not bad, saves me the trouble of deploying Synthetic Beasts."

The social management of Wild Beastmen was very rough, and the vast land was scattered with Wild Beastmen villages. Only locals could clarify where these villages were, and even the population inside could only be known by insiders.

Thus, blending in with the Wild Beastmen was completely unproblematic.

But the issue was how to blend into those major cities of the Wild Beastmen.

These major cities generally managed ordinary Wild Beastmen by beating them out with clubs; the polite ones would notify first, then proceed with the beating.

Wild Beastmen needed an identity to enter these cities. This identity could be a disciple of a Sect or a citizen of a grand city. Of course, if looking for convenience, being a merchant was ideally suited.

These merchants wandering between major cities and villages were one of the best identities for Black Wizards.

Other identities had limitations, but merchants did not.

In this world where one does not simply "cross the river by drawing the white gown," merchants could basically go anywhere and were inconspicuous. Thus, blending into a merchant caravan, under the guise of a local, was undoubtedly the best choice for wizards to infiltrate.

Moreover, this practice was also common among the Wild Beastmen themselves, and merchants did not mind adding a strong new member to their ranks.

In the Wilderness Lands, martial strength was the eternal assurance. No merchant caravan would feel that their fighters were too numerous.

Toward the merchant convoy, Richard strode forward and quickly arrived near the battlefield.

This convoy had encountered a group of wild bandits, riding wild beasts, also called magic beasts by wizards, most likely raised by some large village nearby.

Ordinary wild bandits wouldn’t have such uniformly mounted beasts.

Richard quickly assessed their strength internally. Since his physical body had reached the level of a Level 4 Creature, he had placed multiple seals on himself during the transition.

As a result, he could only use one percent of his original strength.

Although he could break these seals now, an excessively powerful Wild Beastman was obviously not as easily accepted as a somewhat powerful Wild Beastman.

If an overly powerful Wild Beastman asked to join the convoy, the convoy’s owner wouldn’t refuse, but would certainly be very vigilant.

The enemies facing the convoy numbered seventy-two, including two Second-level Creatures, with the rest all being First Level Creatures. Moreover, the mounts of these wild bandits were also First Level Creatures.

Those sand-colored large lizards, tough-skinned and thick-fleshed, their sharp teeth glistening in the sunlight, chilling to the bone.

Currently, although the convoy had slightly more manpower, the extra hands were far less than the number of wild beasts.

These wild beasts held up a significant portion of the convoy’s guards.

Richard muttered to himself, "So, as long as those wild beasts are killed, the convoy’s crisis will be resolved. And the required strength isn’t that great."

Understanding the battle situation, Richard didn’t hesitate, heading directly towards the convoy.

In the midst of the battlefield, the convoy’s guards were fiercely fighting with the wild bandits. These guards were all trained in martial arts and had military formations to coordinate with each other; theoretically, they should have been overpowering the wild bandits.

However, these wild bandits were experienced. At the start of the fight, they had used surprise and mobility to divide and surround the guards.

Although strong, the military formation could be detrimental if not complete.

"Mister, we must abandon this batch of goods."

On the battlefield, an old martial artist with white hair and a body as sturdy as a black bear was fighting with the leader of the wild bandits.

The old martial artist was muscular, each movement carrying tremendous force. Relying on a pair of arm armor, he fiercely exchanged blows with the robust, younger bandit leader armed with a large sword.

Behind him, a gorgeously dressed Wild Beastman hesitated.

If he lost this batch of goods, it would take at least a hundred years to recover after returning, but seeing the guards increasingly at a disadvantage, he gritted his teeth, ready to order a breakout.

Money could be earned again, but lost lives could not be brought back.

He was familiar with wild bandits; as long as they got the goods, they wouldn’t pursue.

But just as he was about to speak, he suddenly saw a robust young Wild Beastman running out from the desert.

This Wild Beastman had a heroic visage, his teeth not only regular but also bright white, clearly not an ordinary wild man.

The owner of the merchant guild was overjoyed internally, thinking: "Could it be that I’ve encountered a sect disciple on a journey?"

But upon closer inspection, the joy in his heart was immediately dispelled. This young man’s strength was insufficient, far from enough to resolve their crisis... Hmm?

The guild owner’s eyes widened in disbelief as Richard, like cutting melons and chopping vegetables, burst into the group of wild beasts attacking the convoy’s guards. Then, at the same pace, he slaughtered most of those besieging wild beasts.

Those tough-skinned wild beasts, in front of his fists, seemed to be made of paper.

A touch meant injury, a hit meant death.

In just moments, the guards surrounded by wild beasts began to counterattack the wild bandits.

This change shocked the heart of the leader of the wild bandits, and without a word, he bellowed at the old Beastman before him, the fierce sound wave darkening the old Beastman’s vision momentarily, causing him to pause.

Seizing this opportunity, the bandit leader immediately withdrew from the fight. After quickly killing the guards at critical positions, he shouted a command in thieves’ cant to the wild bandits.

"Wind’s tight, scram!"

Hearing their leader’s command, the wild bandits quickly began to retreat. The convoy’s guards wanted to chase, but were immediately stopped by the old Beastman.

"Let them go, this is their turf. Chasing them will bring no good!"

After stopping the convoy’s guards, the old Beastman had a brief exchange with the owner, then took a bag from one of the convoy’s carts and approached Richard.

"Thank you, young hero, for your help. Here is a small token of our gratitude, please accept it."

The old Beastman had seen Richard’s skills. Richard’s stable and solid combat style, as immovable as a mountain rock, even he found a bit daunting.

Such a steady battle method, every detail was perfect.

There was no way a wild man could achieve this.

So, regardless of who his mentor was, giving something was definitely correct.

"No need for the gift," Richard declared righteously, "My master taught me to be kind to others when out in the world and not to accept money or goods for doing good deeds."

Hearing this, the old Beastman thought, as expected of someone out for training. Then he asked, "May I know where the young hero is heading next?"

This young man’s strength was remarkable, and the convoy’s guards had suffered significant losses in this battle. If they could get this young man to join them, their security would definitely be vastly improved.

Hearing this, Richard was immediately delighted.

Was this old Beastman setting him up for cooperation? How fitting.

"My master only told me to go out for training and didn’t specify where to go. However, I’d like to visit the nearest major city."

"Why doesn’t the young hero travel with us then," the old Beastman smiled, "We are also headed to the major city. Since you’ve just left your master, you probably aren’t familiar with various things on this Wilderness Land.

As merchants who travel far and wide, we know a bit about all sorts of things. If you want to know something, you won’t need to go through the trouble of asking around."