The Wizard: Starting by Scamming the Demon God

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And the specifications are quite high!

As Isaac stepped out of the mage tower, he watched the smoke rising from the direction of the fortress, and his brows furrowed even more.

In the past few days, he has been cramming on some knowledge about smoke signals and can roughly understand them. He knows that this is the highest level of smoke signal alarm, which means that the Black Orcs have arrived at the fortress!

An attack could be launched at any time!

But this is impossible!

The fortress already maintains a high level of patrol around the area, and now that winter is approaching, the patrol force is expanded every year at this time to guard against possible sneak attacks by the Black Orcs. How could the Black Orcs have silently crept up to the city walls?

unless……

There's an undercover agent!

Isaac took a deep breath and casually tossed a small pumpkin from the wide sleeve of his wizard's robe. A large amount of purple smoke billowed out of the pumpkin, and a moment later, a pumpkin carriage driven by two magical spirit horses with blue flames burning in their eyes appeared in front of Isaac.

He rushed forward in one stride, then lightly flicked his whip, and the pumpkin carriage flew directly into the sky, heading straight for the city wall!

Chapter 30: The Struggle That Ended Before It Even Began

"Tap tap tap~"

"Huh? That's... my third brother? What's that? A flying pumpkin?"

On the fortress walls, Caesar, Remington, and Cheryl had already arrived. The three of them looked on in surprise as Isaac flew towards them in a pumpkin carriage.

Cheryl, the most knowledgeable of the three, narrowed her eyes and said, "It should be the pumpkin carriage in his story, a legend he possesses, or an accessory to the legend."

"That pumpkin carriage, can it fly?" Caesar turned to Cheryl in surprise. He had read the story, and it was very well written, but the pumpkin carriage in it didn't seem to be that magical, did it?

“There’s always a gap between legends and reality.” Cheryl shook her head. “The pumpkin carriage in the story is just the surface. The essence is that Cinderella has to attend the prince’s banquet on time. To achieve this, not only a carriage, but also spatial movement and time travel are not problems.”

"That's amazing?!" Remington's eyes widened slightly.

“Otherwise what? Why do you think legendary wizards could leave behind so many incredible legends?” Cheryl retorted.

[Legend] As the core power of the legendary wizard, it is naturally not that simple.

While everyone was talking, Isaac had already arrived at the city wall in his pumpkin carriage. As the purple smoke dissipated, Isaac strode out of the smoke, carrying a small pumpkin.

"Big brother, what's going on? Why did the black orcs suddenly attack?"

"It's not clear yet, but don't worry, it's just a small squad of black orcs, a little over a hundred riders, probably just an outpost."

Hearing Caesar's words, Isaac breathed a sigh of relief. A little over a hundred, that's alright...

Isaac first cast an arcane shield on himself, then took a few steps forward to see what kind of black orcs were attacking him.

Orcs are different from the beast girls in the anime Isaac watched in his previous life, who only had some wild animal features. They are generally similar to bipedal wild animals, except that they all have five fingers.

Black orcs are even more brutal than orcs. They live in the wilderness, do not engage in production, and spend most of their time eating raw meat and drinking blood like monsters. Sometimes, when they cannot hunt monsters, they will eat bread they have stolen to fill their stomachs.

The Black Orcs live in tribes in the wilderness, and different tribes have different breeds of Black Orcs.

Most of the time, the various tribes of the Black Orcs fight independently, only occasionally coming together to act.

For example, looting during winter!

At this moment, arriving beneath Solomon's Fortress were the Black Orcs of the Black Lizard Tribe. They resembled upright lizards, with pointed heads and wielding spears. Some of the leaders even wore tattered leather armor and carried iron swords at their waists.

Their combat strength is quite good; even the weakest among them is at the level of a quasi-knight, and there are more than ten knights.

He rode the most common monsters in the wilderness, the Gale Wolves, whose upper limit was only first-tier monsters and whose potential was very average. Among these hundred or so Gale Wolves, not a single one was first-tier.

With this kind of setup, calling them mere foot soldiers or crab generals would be an understatement.

This was certainly true for the elite forces of Fort Solomon.

"How did they get here with this level of skill?" Isaac asked, pulling his head back out.

“I’m curious too, but it doesn’t matter, they can’t go back anyway,” Caesar shrugged and said indifferently.

"Hmm." Isaac nodded noncommittally, then said eagerly, "How about I give it a try? I've been studying magic for so long, but I've never had a proper battle yet."

“Next time.” Caesar ruffled Isaac’s hair, glancing at Remington out of the corner of his eye, and said with a smile, “Leave these to me. They’ve reached the walls; we can’t let them send the intelligence back.”

After saying that, Caesar turned around, and an almost tangible golden aura ignited from his body. With a soft shout, Caesar transformed into a golden light and leaped down from the twenty or thirty-meter-high city wall, charging alone with his sword towards the hundred-man squad of the Black Lizard Tribe!

"Hiss!!!" Seeing the golden aura emanating from Caesar, Isaac gasped, "Divine power?! My brother has become a high-ranking knight?!"

“Almost there.” Cheryl shook her head. “He still has some hesitation about choosing his powers, but it will be soon.”

"Hiss!!" Isaac gasped again, and then a question arose in his mind: if that's the case, why rush to show off his strength?

With a major battle imminent, wouldn't it be better to keep such a powerful force hidden?

However, Isaac quickly caught a glimpse of his older brother's grim face out of the corner of his eye, and instantly, he understood everything...

Why did the eldest brother reveal his strength now? Why did these black orcs get to the city so easily...?

Everything became clear...

but……

Isaac glanced at his second brother, whose face was grim. He knew that this matter would not end there. Colluding with the black orcs was a serious crime. Even if he was a nobleman or a great knight, he would definitely not escape punishment!

Once it's implemented, my life is over!

That's why Caesar was so eager to act; he wanted to personally erase all possible evidence. If he could erase his mistakes in advance, it would be the same as not having made any mistakes at all.

Of course, this way he didn't actually need to reveal his knightly powers. Another purpose of Caesar's was to make Remington give up.

The knight's divine power meant that no one in the territory could compete with him for that position.

There are two paths for a high knight. One of them is the path of absorbing the power of faith, like gods and legendary wizards. Only a very few nobles with territories can take this path. After all, a viscount's territory only has enough power of faith to support a high knight. Therefore, only the lords of territories can take this path.

Although Solomon's territory is still only a viscount's territory, its actual area is close to that of an earl's territory. Theoretically, it can support three high-ranking knights on the path of faith. However, if it wants to go further, it can only support two high-ranking knights in reality.

Their father, now Viscount Solomon, has already taken one spot, so the remaining one is naturally reserved for the future lord.

Looking at Caesar, who was enveloped in golden flames and wreaking havoc under the city walls, it was clear that he had embarked on this path quite some time ago.

In other words, the question of who inherited the rights had already been decided long ago...

Looking at his second brother's grim face, Isaac sighed inwardly. So why did he have to be so foolish as to compete with Caesar?

To be fair, Caesar is truly outstanding, a born leader. As a time traveler, Isaac couldn't help but bow down in admiration when he was young; his personal charisma is truly remarkable.

So even if he has no physical problems, he most likely won't go up against his older brother Caesar; that would be too foolish.

Chapter 31 It's me, the little mouse, who's showing off my power!

Looking at the battle that was about to end below the city wall, Isaac silently shook his head. Sure enough, in the world of the extraordinary, individual power can surpass that of the group!

Caesar was merely a half-step high-ranking knight, not even a high-ranking knight. Facing over ninety quasi-knights, more than ten knights, and over a hundred monsters that didn't even reach the rank, he wiped them out in the blink of an eye, as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

One can imagine how powerful he will be after becoming a high-ranking knight...

Therefore, although the battle was still far from over, he had no intention of watching any longer. He would rather go back and continue his research. Although his research on flesh-and-blood mimicry had hit a bottleneck, fortunately he had many projects on hand and could switch to another one.

However, just as Isaac was about to turn around and go back to the mage tower to continue his research, he was stopped by his older sister Cheryl.

“Let’s go back later. Father will be here soon. Let’s go greet him first.” As she spoke, Cheryl suddenly noticed the demon rat on Isaac’s shoulder and couldn’t help but show a surprised expression. “Power? You rat have power?”

Upon hearing this, Remington, who was still in disbelief, suddenly turned his head and stared at the mouse on Isaac's shoulder with even greater disbelief, his eyes wide open!

What the hell?

power?

Isn't that something only high-ranking knights and high-ranking wizards are qualified to master?

Compared to the shocked Remington and Cheryl, Isaac was much calmer. He put away the little pumpkin he was about to throw, reached out and flicked the nose of the demon rat on his shoulder, and said with a smile, "It is power, but it's not as divine as you think. It was created based on the special characteristics of the divine species and cannot be replicated elsewhere. Moreover, the effect of the power is quite good; it can only summon and control rats."

"..." Cheryl opened her mouth slightly. How could a divine being be so simple?

Whether it's legendary wizards, truth wizards, or even witches who rely on innate abilities, there are quite a few who study the divine race. After all, the divine race is indeed a lower form of the gods, even though the difference between the two is enormous.

But it still has great research value.

To this day, Cheryl has not heard of anyone successfully cultivating power from a divine being...

How did you do it?

Cheryl was very curious, driven by a wizard's inquisitive nature, and wanted to find out the truth, but her reason made her restrain this impulse, because it was Isaac's secret.

but……

"Can you show it to me?" Cheryl looked at the demon rat on Isaac's shoulder with some curiosity.

Power is what she is currently striving for. Once she successfully condenses her own power, she will be able to smoothly advance to the rank of high wizard, officially embark on her own path, and be crowned with the title of great arcanist!

Although the method by which the Truth Wizard gathers his own power is different from that of the Legendary Wizard and the Gods, they are all powers after all, so what if we can get some inspiration from them?

"What are you showing?" While everyone was talking, Caesar had already killed all the black orcs and returned to the city wall. He asked curiously as he took off his battle robe, which was stained with the blood of the black orcs.

"My third brother has cultivated his demon rats to possess power!"

"Oh? That's very..." Caesar was about to give Isaac his usual compliment when he suddenly realized what he was talking about, and his smile froze. "What is that? Power? This rat?"

“Yes!” Cheryl nodded emphatically.

Then, Caesar's burning gaze fell upon them...

Isaac: "..."

Isaac watched the three approaching slowly, speechless. He sighed and looked at the demon rat on his shoulder. The demon rat also turned its head to look at Isaac with a bewildered expression, then tilted its head.

Come on, show us!

"Tear~"

At Isaac's command, a demonic claw emerged from the back of his neck. After wriggling around for a moment, the claw turned towards the demon rat on Isaac's shoulder, revealing a mouth full of serrated teeth.

"hiss~"

"Squeak?" The demon rat belatedly paused for a moment, then nodded, raised its two small front paws and gently rubbed them together, and a peculiar wave immediately spread out from the center of it.

"Swoosh swoosh~~"

"Zhizhizhizhi~~~"

"Rat! So many rats!"