Wizard: My magic facility can be upgraded!

Chapter 249 Preparations Before the Seizure

Chapter 249 Preparations Before the Seizure

August's gaze was fixed on the ring, his azure pupils trembling slightly: "This is—the guardian's token of the dwarven kingdom? You've actually collected all three Titan gifts?"

As an elven prince, he clearly had some knowledge of the ancient traditions of the various races on the continent.

"Yes," Li Ang nodded, selectively revealing some information: "This ring grants me some—the ability to briefly surpass my own limits. When it's fully activated, my strength..."

Speed, defense, and mental strength will all be enhanced to a level you can't even imagine. I wouldn't dare say I can defeat the entire army, but I'm fairly confident I can draw all their firepower and create chaos and a threat far exceeding that of a feint attack for a certain period.

He did not specify the astonishing figures such as "nineteen times physical enhancement" and "mental strength comparable to a level five wizard".

But the absolute confidence conveyed in his calm tone was more convincing than any exaggerated data.

Shirley stared intently at Li Ang, then glanced at the ring, her icy blue eyes gleaming.

She recalled Li Ang's almost prescient evasion at Silver Dew Manor, and the incredible things he usually displayed. This human seemed to always be able to come up with extraordinary methods in desperate situations.

"Even so—" Sherry's voice still carried a question.

"What about duration? This state of pushing beyond one's limits cannot last. Once you're exhausted, or the firepower you attract exceeds your tolerance limit—"

"Therefore, we need precise timing and efficient execution," Li Ang continued, pointing to the map.

"The infiltration team must act quickly. During the window of opportunity when I draw the defenders away and create maximum chaos, you must infiltrate the Arsenal as fast as you can, seize the scepter, and then immediately retreat. I will use magic to leave the battlefield once I confirm your success or receive the retreat signal."

Silence fell again in the council chamber. August's fingers tapped unconsciously on the armrest of the stone chair, making a rhythmic, soft sound.

He was weighing the options and calculating. Although Li Ang's plan sounded extremely crazy, upon closer examination, he found that the plan was feasible despite its madness.

If Li Ang can truly draw fire to the extent he described, then the casualties of the feint attack team can indeed be minimized.

At the same time, the success rate of the infiltration operation will increase greatly because the garrison will be completely disrupted, but this also means that the greatest risk of this operation will almost entirely fall on Li Ang's shoulders.

After a long silence, August slowly exhaled: "Li Ang, are you sure you want to take this risk?"

"I'm sure," Li Ang replied without the slightest hesitation.

"Good!" August stood up abruptly, revealing the decisiveness and bearing befitting royalty.

"I trust you and accept your proposal. The plan has been changed; we will launch a feint attack three days from now on the moonless night!"

Then he looked at Shirley and said, "Shirley, immediately issue a summons to all the nests in the name of the Great Cave Master. Tell them that this operation is for the future of all the Forsaken, and we need all the forces we can mobilize to gather in the designated area outside the city and create momentum."

"Yes, Master!" Shirley straightened her back and answered in a deep voice.

August then turned to Li Ang, his tone becoming more serious: "Li Ang, for the next three days, if you need anything, just ask. You can use any of the resources here."

Li Ang pondered for a moment and said, "I need an alchemy workshop and as many medicinal herbs as possible. Injuries are inevitable in the upcoming battles, and I want to prepare enough medicine in advance."

"An alchemy workshop?" August raised an eyebrow slightly, then realized.

"I should have known—Shirley reported on your alchemy at the Fallen Leaf Nest. There's an alchemy room in the main nest guarded by an old turtle-man apothecary. Although the equipment is rudimentary, it should be sufficient. I'll take you there myself. The herb storehouse is also completely open to you."

With the plan set, everyone immediately split up. Sherry went to issue the summons, while August personally led Leon to the alchemy room located deep within the main nest, which was regarded as a treasure by an elderly turtle-man apothecary.

As Auguste noted, the alchemy room was rather rudimentary, not much better than the iron pot Li Ang used in the Fallen Leaf Nest, but it did have a few old-looking ceramic crucibles, grinding tools, and a small constant-temperature furnace.

An old turtle-man with a thick shell on his back, a white beard, and half-closed eyes is carefully wiping a pottery jar.

Upon seeing August enter with a strange kobold, the old turtle-man first bowed respectfully: "Great Cave Master."

His gaze then fell on Li Ang, especially on the exquisite crocodile leather armor that clashed with the surroundings. His cloudy eyes immediately revealed vigilance and displeasure.

"Master Baru," August said gently.

"This is Li Ang, a human from the outside world and a highly skilled apothecary. Over the next three days, he will need to use your alchemy room to concoct a batch of urgently needed healing potions for the main nest."

"Borrowing the alchemy room? Human?" The old turtle-man Balu's voice was thick and guttural. He shook his head like a rattle-drum, and staggered forward, blocking the way for the equipment.

"No, no! Great Master, it's not that I'm stingy, but these tools are treasures passed down from my ancestors. What if they get damaged? Besides, alchemy is a delicate craft that requires decades of experience! How can an outsider, especially a young lad, use my place? What if he ruins the herbs, or—or blows up the crucible?"

As he spoke, he glanced at Li Ang, clearly expressing deep doubt about Li Ang's identity as a "pharmacist".

August was somewhat exasperated and was about to explain when Li Ang stepped forward and bowed slightly to the old turtle-man, Balu: "Master Balu, I apologize for disturbing you. Could I try my hand first? Just using the most basic hemostatic herbs and stone root herbs, I'll concoct a basic healing potion. If my skills are lacking and I ruin the herbs, I'll leave immediately and never mention borrowing them again, how about it?"

Seeing the old turtle man begin to hesitate, Li Ang pressed his advantage, saying, "Besides, as you know, this kind of basic potion, if you're careful, will almost never cause a tragedy like a crucible explosion. If the ingredients are really damaged during the refining process, I'll compensate you at the original price, how about that?"

Baru looked at Li Ang suspiciously, then at August, who nodded slightly to him.

The old turtle-man managed a weak groan and turned to the side, but his eyes remained fixed on Li Ang's movements, as if he were ready to pounce and rescue his precious treasure at any moment.

Li Ang walked to the workbench and glanced at the utensils. These things were indeed very old. Some of the ceramic crucibles even had some fine cracks on their inner walls, and the constant temperature furnace only had one temperature control.