Wizard: I Can Extract Everything

Hiss did not deny that the reason for wanting to kill the other party was not only the mutual attributes of the two, but the other party's magic stone pocket was also a big incentive.

He thought it was nothing to be ashamed of.

From an ideological point of view, dark wizards in this world are specifically designed to destroy, and their thinking concepts do not bring any positive meaning to this world at all, they are killing purely for the sake of killing, and they are extreme anti-social personalities.

In terms of rules, reporting dark wizards is the responsibility and obligation of every wizard.

If it is placed in peacetime, holding the head of the dark wizard can easily exchange for a large amount of magic stones in any wizard stronghold.

In short, for various reasons, this vote of Heath decided, done!

...

After making his decision, Heath began to prepare for battle.

He first took out the hound's nose he got from the secret realm.

As its name says, this witch tool is made by simulating the olfactory function of canines. After being assembled, it can greatly enhance the wizard's olfactory function, and it can easily track the target even if it is hundreds of miles away.

Heath put on the nose of a hound, first recorded the fat man's body odor, and then retreated into the forest to start the pre-battle arrangement.

The art of war extracted from the Earl of Croa has said: make a plan and then move.

Heath's character also doesn't fight uncertain battles.

Judging from the fighting ability shown by Fatty just now, he should be one of the three major battle systems of wizards.

Such wizards focus on enhancing their body measurements to a great extent through various body transformations, organ transplants, and bloodline strengthening, and fight purely through powerful physical means.

As a knight, it is relatively easy to judge the physical attributes of the opponent.

Heath speculates that the fat man's strength should not be lower than 50 points, and his physique needs to be observed for the time being. If he is agile, he should be on par with him in terms of mobility.

50 strength, more than 20 agility, and unknown physique.

This level is already quite a terrifying monster. Without unlocking the seal of the higher apprentice, Hiss is not fully confident that he can win the opponent.

As for the battle to unlock the seal... that's his biggest trump card and also his biggest secret. It's impossible for him to reveal it unless it's a last resort...

...

A few days later, at night, north of the Soul Forest, somewhere in the woods.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The violent explosion echoed in the woods. Fireballs, frost, lightning, wind blades, and various magic beams went back and forth in the woods, lighting up the dark night sky.

There was a battle going on in the woods.

The two sides were fighting, and the other was a team of more than ten low-, middle-, and even a high-level apprentice. The coat of arms on the cloak indicated their identities.

The Sect of Light, a tiny organization of wizards living around the Soul Forest.

There was only one person fighting them, an apprentice with a big mouth like a monster in his chest.

Gathering the crowd to bully the few, but the Sect of Light did not take advantage of it at all, but was beaten out of breath by the single apprentice.

"flame!"

In a brief incantation, a basketball-sized fireball flew out of the hands of a Light Sect apprentice and flew towards Grace in an arc.

In the face of this flying fireball, Grace did not shy away from it at all, letting the fireball explode on his body.

The flames quickly swept through the whole body, but apart from the burning of the remaining cloak fragments, there was no damage left on Grace, and even the skin was never darkened.

Watching this terrifying scene, the Light Sect was almost in despair.

"Strange...monster!"

"This is a monster! Monster!"

Amidst the apprentices' exclamations, Grace laughed and leaped like a toad, throwing the apprentice who released the fireball to the ground, then grabbed the apprentice and stuffed it into the mouth on his chest. After a few clicks, he ate it.

The apprentices of the Sect of Light all turned red and let out hysterical roars.

"Al!!!"

"Bastard!!! I want your life!!!"

Everyone did their best to wave their wands to release spells one by one.

However, in the face of the absolute strength gap, their attacks were completely futile. Except for a few more powerful spells, Grace, the rest of the spells seemed to tickle him.

After a round of attack, not only did he not cause any damage to him, on the contrary, several more corpses appeared on the spot.

The apprentices of the Cult of Light were desperate.

The senior apprentice Paul, who had just taken over the position of the sorcerer, pulled his sister Seliya over and handed her a cross-shaped, golden scepter, which was the sorcerer's scepter of the Light Sect.

Paul resolutely said: "Xilia, take the scepter of light and leave here, after I die, you will automatically take over as the witch master of the sect of light!"

Cilia's eyes filled with tears, she shook her head and said: Paul's eyes reddened: "Please, my sister!"

The former witch master of the Sect of Light, that is, Paul's mentor, died when he led people to fight with other wizards two days ago. Now this is all the power of the Sect of Light.

As a witch master, Paul would never allow the Sect of Light to be destroyed in his own hands.

He pushed Xilia away hard: "Come on!!!"

After speaking, he rushed back to the battlefield without looking back, and stopped Grace with his companions.

Xilia burst into tears, but seeing her compatriots keep sacrificing just to give her a chance, she finally no longer hesitated, gritted her teeth, and ran away with the Sorcerer's scepter.

However, before she could run far away, Grace over there laughed loudly: "Want to run?"

After saying that, a pair of big hands swept forward and kicked the two apprentices who were blocking the road in front of them. Then the big mouth on the chest opened, and the long scarlet tongue was stretched straight out, and instantly rolled up on Xilia's. ankle.

Before Xilia could react, she was pulled back by the scarlet tongue.

"No!!!" Paul's eyes were split.

Seeing that it was inevitable for Cilia to feed her mouth, but at this moment.

"Zheng!" The crisp voice sounded like some kind of thin metal vibrating.

A dazzling cold light suddenly lit up in the darkness, like a lightning tearing the night sky, and like the light at dawn!

A figure suddenly appeared in the forest, and a black cross sword swept past the scarlet tongue.

Just 'Pfft! ', the scarlet tongue, which remained motionless against everyone's spells, was cut open in an instant, and Xilia, who was caught up, also fell.

At this time, she panicked, holding the scepter at a complete loss.

until that voice sounded.

"Miss, I guess you need help now."

She raised her head subconsciously, and she was greeted by a pair of star-like eyes and a gentleman-like smile on her handsome face.

He was handsome and straight, holding the sword in one hand, and helping her in the other, his black cloak was hunting and dancing in the night wind, and his whole body showed an indescribable aura.

Inexplicably, Xilia suddenly felt a sense of relief.

She stretched out her hand and grabbed the man's outstretched hand: "Thank...Thank you."

But at this moment, the voice of Grace from the rear sounded again: "Where is the damn bedbug, how dare you hurt me!"

Hearing this voice, Xilia's pretty face turned pale and her body trembled violently.

The rest of the members of the Sect of Light around were also trembling all over, as if they could not stand still.

In front of that terrifying demon, everyone was heartbroken.

But Xilia soon discovered that there was no fear in the eyes of the man in front of him.

He didn't even pay attention to the demon, but first comforted himself: "You're welcome, no gentleman's man will turn a deaf ear to the crying lady."

A blue vein appeared on the forehead of Grace, who was ignored.

Just when his patience was about to reach its peak, Heath's eyes finally fell on Grace.

He casually grabbed the sword in one hand and shook out two sword flowers in the air, with a faint sneer hanging from the corner of his mouth, with a look of contempt and disdain.

He said contemptuously: "The last one who yelled at me has become the soul of my sword, and if you don't kowtow to this young lady and admit your mistake, I will cut you into pieces and feed them to the dog. "