Wizard: I Can Refine Everything-Chapter 317 - 35 Beyond the Battlefield

Then he changed into a new pair of shoes and found a chair to sit down.

“Makar, clarify the situation. Why would a Magic Dwarf come to my laboratory, and why would he lift the curse for me?”

Makar reported everything that had just occurred to Richard, whose face showed contemplation.

“So you are the natives of the Mirror World?” Richard asked the Magic Dwarf.

The Magic Dwarf shook his head and replied, “According to the records of our tribe, many years ago, we lived in another world.

But one year, we were moved to this world by a great Wizard.”

Richard nodded, then asked again, “You said I am the savior foreseen by your High Priest in his divination – I’ll take your word for it.

You’ve saved me twenty years’ time, and I will repay you.

But you must tell me, what is your issue.

I do not think I am exceptionally remarkable. In fact, there are many strong wizards who came to the Mirror World this time, and their powers surpass mine, their knowledge more profound.

I’m curious what exactly I can resolve that they cannot.”

The Magic Dwarf gave Richard a bow.

“Master, your curse has not been completely removed; the straw figure in my hands can only bear the curse for you for ten days.

If you wish to completely remove the curse, you must travel to our settlement.

There, the High Priest will lift the curse for you and tell you all the answers to your questions.”

Richard’s eyebrows rose – it turned out his curse was merely temporarily transferred.

However, he wasn’t angry since this, in fact, helped him immensely.

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Before departing on an external mission, the Soul Contract Richard had signed defined his range of action. If he went beyond this range, it would be a breach of contract.

Although there were no penalties for breaching the contract, naturally, he would not receive any rewards after the war.

However, the contract had a supplementary clause: a wizard could escape this range under necessary circumstances.

These include, but are not limited to, being pursued, seriously injured, suffering from a curse by a wizard of the Meteor Star Academy, and other necessary situations.

Now that the curse on Richard was simply transferred temporarily, leaving the contractually defined area would not be considered a breach of contract.

Richard stood up from the chair. Since the holes in his feet hadn’t yet fully healed, he could only hover slightly in the air.

“In that case, I will visit your settlement.”

…

The Mirror World was a vastly large world, and the battlefield between the two academies was just the tip of the iceberg of the Mirror World.

Following the Magic Dwarf, Richard trekked through mountains and rivers.

Along the way, Richard’s group encountered many fierce Magic Beasts, though these were no problem for the Witch Hunting Team.

But the leading Magic Dwarf was just a Second-level Creature.

It was hard to imagine how he crossed through the territories of these Magic Beasts to reach Richard’s hiding place.

After traveling thousands of kilometers, Richard and his company had arrived at a vast range of mountain systems.

Standing on the white summit, Richard looked out at the endlessly undulating mountain ranges.

Flocks of Magic Birds danced between the mountains, and from time to time, huge roars echoed through the woods.

This was an ancient range of mountains, showcasing the primordial appearance of the Wizard World before it was conquered by wizards.

“Bruto, how much further? If we don’t hurry, your straw figure won’t last,” Richard called out.

Bruto was the name of the Magic Dwarf; his full name was Bruto Iron Fist, a Steel Warrior from the Iron Fist Tribe.

The Iron Fist Tribe was a considerably large tribe among the Magic Dwarf settlements.

According to Bruto’s words, their tribe had once ruled over a majority of the Magic Dwarf tribes in the Mirror World.

But now, all of that was but a cloud of smoke in the past.

Over the ridge, Richard’s eyes fell upon a collection of low wooden houses.

These houses were built at the foot of a rather tall mountain peak and appeared solidly constructed and stable.

Aside from being too low for Richard, he could hardly fault them in any other way.

But what was too low for Richard was not at all so for the Magic Dwarves, who had an average height of just around one meter twenty.

The area covered by the wooden houses was extremely vast, encircling the entire mountain foot.

Moving upward from the mountain’s base, the wooden houses became sparse, giving way to stone houses.

According to Bruto, these stone houses were inhabited by warriors among the Dwarves.

Looking up further, above the stone houses were a series of cave-like openings in the mountain.

The Magic Dwarves were a Race skilled in forging; they mined minerals from the mountains and forged them into everything they needed.

Swords, armor, trinkets, pots, and pans for everyday use… there was a proverb among the Magic Dwarves, stating that no Magic Dwarf was not a blacksmith.

Passing through the hive-like caverns, one would reach the snow-covered mountain peak.

There stood a palace inlaid with gemstones.

This palace, known as the Gem Palace by Bruto, had once been the residence of the Dwarf King.

But after the catastrophe, the Gem Palace became the dwelling of the Priest.

“My lord, this is our settlement,” exclaimed Bruto.

Richard nodded, and then called to the Witch Hunting Team to prepare to fly to the Gem Palace atop the mountain.

But before they could depart, Bruto intervened,

“My lord, it is best not to fly there directly. The settlement has prepared many defensive structures to guard against flying Magic Beasts. If you go rashly, there might be a chance of being hit by mistake.”

Richard paused; indeed, living in these mountains teeming with Magic Beasts, one had to prepare some defensive measures against those that could fly.

“Then let’s walk,” said Richard indifferently.

Arriving at the mountain’s base, a large and thick stone wall appeared in front of Richard.

On the wall, a giant metal gate obstructed their path.

“Who goes there?”

A shout came from within the wall.

Richard looked closely and saw two small openings the size of bricks near the gate.

Two Magic Dwarves were observing them through these small openings.

Bruto stepped forward to greet the soldiers guarding the wall, followed by a stream of the native Magic Dwarf tongue.

Clank, clank, clank… Huge metal chains were released from within the wall, and the giant gate slowly opened.

Bruto returned to Richard’s side and respectfully said,

“My lord, please enter.”

…

The Magic Dwarves were a silent race.

Walking through the wooden hut area, Richard could hardly hear the Magic Dwarves speaking.

Besides the sound of hammers striking, the only other sounds that reached his ears were the voices of Magic Dwarf children.

The adult Magic Dwarves were like the mountains beneath their feet, silent and stoic, yet unwavering.

Richard followed Bruto up the path, seeing many Magic Dwarves along the way.

What surprised Richard was that aside from the children, all the Magic Dwarves were Level 1 Creatures.

The racial Talent of the Magic Dwarves was good, but not so strong that every single one of them would be a Level 1 Creature.

This was neither logical nor consistent with the Wizard World’s research on the Magic Dwarves.

Richard guessed that all this might be related to the great catastrophe mentioned by Bruto.

According to Bruto, five thousand years ago, a terrible catastrophe swept over the Iron Fist Tribe that was on the verge of unifying the Magic Dwarves.

Thus the Magic Dwarf Empire disappeared, replaced by a confederation of settlements.

The population of the Magic Dwarves, which had once reached tens of millions, had since plummeted to merely several hundred thousand.

On the ascent, Richard quickly came to the stone hut area.

The Magic Dwarves living in this area were all Second-level Creatures, and their auras were extraordinary.

Each one seemed like an old soldier who had survived a hundred battles, carrying a terrifying aura that warned strangers to keep away.

An apparently aged Magic Dwarf Warrior emerged from the stone huts (to be honest, Richard couldn’t really tell the ages of these Magic Dwarves. Once they reached adulthood, each one grew a thick beard, even the women).

Upon seeing Bruto and the visitors following him, he revealed a restrained smile.

For the silent Magic Dwarves, this modest smile was their sole expression of joy.

He approached Bruto and delivered a strong punch in greeting.

“Bruto, my brother, it looks like you’ve completed the task the High Priest assigned you,” he said.

Bruto nodded at the Dwarf, a small smile appearing on his face as well.

He introduced the Dwarf to Richard, “My lord, this is my brother Barn. A Steel Warrior from the Iron Fist Tribe, no less formidable than myself.”

Richard narrowed his eyes and silently activated his Energy Vision.

In his eyes, this Dwarf named Barn was indeed formidable. In terms of energy strength, Barn and Bruto were equally matched.

Barn bowed slightly to Richard and, after handing a Short-Handle Warhammer to Bruto, he stepped aside to let Richard pass.

Above the stone hut area was the densely packed cave area.

In this domain, the ever-calm Bruto suddenly became vigilant. Richard noticed Bruto’s arm, gripping the Warhammer, was tensing unconsciously.

This was a sign of nervousness.

“Bruto, is this area dangerous?” asked Richard.

Without looking back, Bruto kept a wary eye on every single cave around him.

“My lord, by rights, this area shouldn’t be dangerous. But it’s always better to be cautious…”

Before Bruto could finish, a blood-red shadow burst out from a nearby cave, charging straight at him.

Bruto’s arm tensed and ancient patterns emerged on his purplish skin.

Boom!

The Warhammer, as large as a human head, ferociously smashed the blood-red figure and flung it away.

Richard squinted, and under the enhancement of his dragon eyes, he could clearly discern the blood-red figure’s features.

Despite the body being grotesquely distorted with growths, tumors, and pulsating flesh almost obscuring the figure’s face,

Richard could still tell that the figure was a Magic Dwarf.