Wizard: I Can Refine Everything-Chapter 322 - 39: Beginning the Hunt

“Try it on and see if it’s lighter now.”

In Richard’s temporary residence, Magic Dwarf Barn took the armor Richard handed over and pounded his left fist hard against his right chest.

“My apologies, sire. Your kindness, the Magic Dwarves will never forget.”

Richard waved his hand, indicating that he should talk less and hurry up and change into the armor.

Magic Dwarves’ armor was quite different from humans’.

Magic Dwarves were short in stature but had a broad physique. Consequently, their breastplates appeared much larger than those in their armor.

Besides, Magic Dwarves had thick and long arms, even longer than their short legs. To human standards, their arm armor looked more like leg armor.

Since Magic Dwarves constantly mined underground, they had extraordinarily developed hearing.

Therefore, in designing their helmets, Richard referred to the human frog-mouth helm, with the helmet nearly completely enclosed except for a slim slit at the eye level for observation.

After putting on the armor, Barn moved around and felt that his body was not overly constrained. His agility wasn’t much affected either.

The once-heavy metal armor became as light as leather armor under Richard’s modifications.

For the strong-bodied Magic Dwarves, this armor could almost be described as “light as a feather.”

“How does it feel?” Richard asked beside him.

Barn looked at Richard and said earnestly, “Sire, your craftsmanship is a miracle. With your armor, I feel we could slay the Evil Demon even without your intervention.”

Richard ignored Barn’s praise, turned, and handed over the Hammer Head and Flame Demon Armor to Barn.

“Bruto will teach you how to use these devices. Now go out and call the next one in.”

Outside the temporary residence door, over a dozen Magic Dwarves crowned with the title of warriors in the settlement were queueing up.

These normally tranquil Magic Dwarves, steady as mountains, were now unusually restless. They frequently glanced at the door of the temporary residence, awaiting the emergence of the Magic Dwarf inside.

Rumble, rumble, rumble…

The stone door of the residence was pushed open, and Barn, clad in armor adorned with gold patterns, emerged with a pile of items.

Amidst the envious gazes of the others, Barn smiled slightly and called out loudly,

“Next!”

…

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye, and soon, the day of the hunt arrived.

On the eighth day, the High Priest stood with twelve Golden Armored Dwarves and thirty-six Dwarf Warriors in the cave area, quietly waiting for Richard’s arrival.

Six of the twelve Golden Armored Dwarves were third-level creatures, and each of the thirty-six Dwarf Warriors was a second-level creature.

Moreover, Richard had modified the armor of these dwarves, and they were all equipped with the Flame Demon Armor and the Alchemy Warhammer.

One could say that this unit was the strongest that the Magic Dwarves had fielded in nearly three thousand years.

Enough to easily dispatch the Evil Demon Bruno.

If it weren’t for the divination that pronounced Richard the slayer of the Evil Demon Bruno, the High Priest would not even want Richard to take part in the battle.

The Magic Dwarves always preferred handling revenge on their own.

Before long, Richard, dressed in a black robe, slowly flew to the side of the Magic Dwarves’ unit.

The High Priest glanced behind Richard and asked with some curiosity,

“Hmm? Master, you didn’t bring any attendants?”

Richard pointed to the pocket at his waist and said somewhat helplessly,

“I did. But your mine tunnels are too narrow, so I had to let them stay in the bag for now, and I’ll let them out when we reach the right place.”

The tunnels dug by the Magic Dwarves were spacious for themselves.

But for the members of the Witch Hunting Team, who were over three meters tall and stood like walls, these mine tunnels were not much different from dog holes.

Fortunately, according to the Magic Dwarves, the so-called belly of the mountains was a deep abyss-like terrain spacious enough.

Otherwise, Richard’s Witch Hunting Team wouldn’t be able to properly engage in combat.

Upon hearing this, the High Priest was momentarily startled, then also showed a wry smile.

Indeed, Richard’s attendants were ill-suited for the tunnels.

Richard waved his hand, “Is everyone here? If so, let’s hurry on down.

I’m quite eager to see what kind of tricks this Evil Demon has, to be able to resurrect itself time and again.”

With a wave from the High Priest, a Golden Armored Dwarf took out a horn and walked to the entrance, blowing into it.

Woo…

Following the sound of the horn, another horn’s echo came from within the mine.

Hearing the horn, the Golden Armored Dwarves led the rest of the dwarves into six squads, each consisting of two Golden Armored Dwarves and six Dwarf Warriors.

Richard frowned slightly, “You’re splitting up?”

In his opinion, splitting up wasn’t a good strategy.

High Priest explained, “Master needn’t worry, mainly because our mine tunnels are narrow, and having too many people enter would actually get in the way.

That Evil Demon has been suppressed by us at the bottom of the mountains for years, and although there have been some oversights in our suppression, at most we would encounter some of its minions on our way.

The horn just now also informed me that there hasn’t been any trouble down below.”

After hearing this, Richard didn’t say anything else. He nodded and joined one of the teams of Magic Dwarves.

This team included Bruto, which would make communication easier when going down later.

“Then let’s head down.”

…

The mine tunnel leading to the bottom of the mountains was actually not considered narrow; at least Richard could stand up straight inside.

According to the Magic Dwarves’ records, many Mutants had not been completely eradicated in the early years.

After the Evil Demon Bruno was driven to the bottom of the mountains, these Mutants also entered the depths.

Some of these Magic Dwarves even retained their sanity and intelligence. In the depths of the mountains, they merged with the flesh of the Evil Demon and forged one Desecration Weapon after another.

To counter these Mutants equipped with Desecration Weapons, the Magic Dwarves often used siege weapons as individual arms in the earlier years.

The so-called flattening of heavy artillery was exactly this.

Thus, the mine tunnel leading to the bottom of the mountains was not as narrow as the ordinary ones used by Dwarves.

Of course, for the Witch Hunting Team, these mine tunnels were still just a bit larger than dog holes.

Inside the mine tunnel, the Dwarf team formed a reverse V formation.

Led by two Golden Armored Dwarves, six Magic Dwarf Warriors protected the surroundings.

Richard stood among them, showing great interest in these ancient mine tunnels that had witnessed thousands of years.

The walls of the mine tunnel were fitted with Night Stones, which provided a faint light in the darkness for the Magic Dwarves.

But for the Magic Dwarves, who were used to mining underground all year round, this light was already sufficient.

Drip, drip…

Melted snow from the mountaintop continuously dripped down through the cracks in the mine tunnel. In the silent and desolate mine, these “drip, drip” sounds were especially prominent.

“Actually, you could speed up a bit.”

The Dwarf team stopped, and the two Golden Armored Dwarves at the front looked puzzledly towards Richard who had spoken.

“My lord, you might not fully understand how sly those Evil Demon’s minions are,” one of the Golden Armored Dwarves said. “Some of the minions are outstanding in mimicry; sometimes, they can even disguise themselves as ordinary rocks to ambush us.

If we move too quickly, we’re likely to fall into their traps.”

“You say mimicry?”

Richard’s eyebrows rose, and in a flash, he appeared at the front of the team.

“Then these things shouldn’t be traps prepared by you.”

With that said, Richard impaled his Pure Gold Magic Wand fiercely into the ground.

The seemingly ordinary ground, under this stab, churned instantly.

A grey-skinned Mimic Monster that looked just like the rock rapidly shed its disguise and transformed into a twisted flesh creature.

The heads of the two Golden Armored Dwarves couldn’t help but break out in a cold sweat; they had completely failed to notice this Mimic Monster.

Had they walked two more steps forward, they would have fallen straight into the mouth of the Mimic Monster.

The mouthparts of these Mimic Monsters were filled with sharp teeth that could tear through steel and digestive fluid that could corrode Pure Gold.

Even though their Armor had been upgraded, falling in rashly would definitely lead to injury from the digestive fluid.

Moreover, these Mimic Monsters would also relay information to the Evil Demon Bruno at the bottom of the mountains. Once caught, the different taste would certainly be conveyed to Evil Demon Bruno.

This could cause a lot of trouble for their subsequent actions.

Thinking of this, the Dwarves felt a few more strokes of luck in their hearts.

It’s good that they had a Wizard as their leader.

Richard didn’t pay attention to the few Dwarves; at the moment, he was deeply attracted by the Mimic Monster beneath his wand.

He bent down, tore off a layer of its skin as a specimen.

This layer of Mimic Skin could constantly change colors and patterns according to the environment, almost like a born camouflage suit.

If he could figure it out, it would definitely be of great use in the future.

The struggle of the Mimic Monster steadily weakened as the bottom half of the Pure Gold Magic Wand, engraved by Richard with the Life Drain pattern, was now continuously drawing the Life Energy from the Mimic Monster.

These tough Mutated Monsters were natural blood bags for Life Drain.

Feeling the continuous stream of Life Energy in the wand, Richard smacked his forehead and immediately took out two Metal Ore Ingots from his pocket, using Alchemy to make several daggers with Life Drain patterns.

“I actually forgot about this; my mind isn’t working well.”

Richard chuckled, handed the daggers to several Magic Dwarves, and told them to try out the new daggers.

Bruto was the first to approach the now motionless Mimic Monster and plunged the dagger deep into its body.

The next moment, Bruto’s eyes widened as he called out to his teammates:

“Come quickly!”

The other Dwarves followed suit, each dealing a blow to the Mimic Monster.

After feeling the surging Life Energy coming from the daggers, their eyes widened in amazement.

The dagger was too useful for them.

With these daggers, they could treat those weaker Mutated Monsters as blood bags.

“Is it effective?” Richard asked.

The Magic Dwarves nodded as furiously as pounding garlic; the tool was exceedingly useful.

“If it works, then good.”

Richard’s body rose slightly as he pulled out the Pure Gold Magic Wand from the now mummified Mimic Monster and switched to the Mithril Magic Wand.

“Tell me the rest of the route; I’ll lead the way from here.”