Wizard: I Can Extract Everything

Before Twilight Fortress, both sides were making final military deployments to their respective armies.

On the battlements, Count Croa did not spare any corner of the city wall.

"...You, stand here, if someone hangs a ladder, you shoot them, make sure not to let them get close to the city wall, remember it for me!"

"...you two stand here and throw stones if the ladder is hung up and die..."

"...Dex, this piece is handed over to you. When the enemy climbs up, I want you to defeat them here!"

Checking the baggage, adjusting the formation, and meticulously arranging the position of each soldier, the Count of Croa at this moment changed his previous casual attitude and assumed the responsibility of a qualified military commander.

After arranging the positions of the soldiers, the earl went to Heath, who was standing on the side of the battlement.

Although it is said that there are still three wizards in the fortress, Count Croa knows that only the one in front of him is truly reliable.

"Master Wizard."

The matter is urgent, and after a simple salute, the earl cuts to the subject, pointing to the two trebuchets in the enemy camp and saying: "Those two big guys are big troubles, we must find a way to kill them, you can give me a little magic help?"

Heath asked, "How far are they?"

Earl Croa said: "At least three hundred yards, maybe three hundred and eighty yards."

Heath frowned, "I'm afraid there's nothing I can do."

His fireball also has a maximum range of less than 30 yards.

He asked suspiciously: "Is the power of this catapult amazing?"

From a physical point of view, he doesn't think that something with a slow initial velocity that is difficult to reload can penetrate the city wall or cause damage to soldiers. After all, it is easy to hide no matter how you look at it.

Count Croa shook his head noncommittally: "They will turn my soldiers into deserters, trust me."

Heath then stopped talking, he was certainly not a professional when it came to warfare.

Count Croa thought for a moment and said, "After the war begins, I will find an opportunity to lead someone to touch them through the side door to destroy them. You just need to give me something that can guarantee that I can destroy them."

Heath nodded: "Yes."

He took out two scrolls of fire spells from the space ring and gave them to Count Croa, and explained the usage: "...Tear off the sealing wax and throw it at the target and then recite the spell..."

All the resources consumed by the apprentices in the war can be reimbursed by the Tower of Shadows, so there is no need to hide them.

Retracting the scroll, Count Croa's deployment also came to an end.

However, the enemy was still deploying, and the Twilight Fortress had a moment of respite.

Count Croa stood next to Heath and said, "Master Wizard, I have to apologize for my sloppiness yesterday. Now it seems that I did underestimate the enemy yesterday."

Heath shook his head: "It doesn't matter, it's not too late for your Excellency to pay attention now."

He came here purely for the purpose of brushing attributes. If he can beat him, he will dodge if he can't beat him. Of course, there is no psychological pressure.

Yesterday's anger was just angry that these straw bags might make him unable to brush his attributes.

Count Croa looked at the dark army below and said, "I hope so."

Such a huge disparity in strength also made him a little less confident.

Although he said that he had arranged for the raven to report the situation to the kingdom and the wizards and ask for an increase, but the incident happened suddenly, and the kingdom was not prepared. Who knows when the increase will arrive?

Thinking of this, the Earl of Croa asked Heath with a puzzled look: "Where did the Lakers get so many people from?"

This is a question he can't understand. This is an army of 10,000 people. How could there be a country in the dark place that can pull such a team alone?

You must know that before this, the Principality of Lake has always been just a weak country with no name.

Heath squinted his eyes and said unhappily, "Who knows?"

I also want to ask you, what about the 1,500 people you said?

This prediction is too bad!

"Woo woo woo!~" At this moment, a low horn sounded from a distance.

Hearing this voice, Count Croa's expression tightened, and the soldiers on the battlements also became nervous.

At the same time, the army formation of the distant enemy also began to advance.

What is the concept of 10,000 people walking uniformly?

"Long! Long! Long!"

For a while, the whole world reverberated with the sound of 'rumbling' footsteps, like thunder.

The billowing dust and smoke are daunting along with the wind and sand.

An extremely strong chilling air rushed towards the face and quickly swept the body and mind of every soldier on the battlements, causing them to shiver and turn pale.

At this time, including Count Croa, his face also became extremely embarrassed, and he knew the autumn by looking at a leaf. Just looking at this kind of march, he knew that the following group of people was not easy to mess with.

10,000 people can do it in a single order. God, are there monsters here?

"Da!" The footsteps stopped abruptly.

The enemy formation stopped two hundred yards from the city wall.

"Kakaka!" With the sound of the metal chain sliding, the scaffolding of the trebuchet slowly turned, and a boulder about fifty centimeters in diameter was lifted onto the trebuchet arm.

The next second—

The long sling arm grasped the stone like a giant hand and threw it upward, and the huge stone flew towards the city wall in a parabola.

"Hoohoo!" The dull sound of breaking wind was so clear at this moment.

The stone slowly flew towards the city wall, and the speed was not fast, but at this moment, the soldiers on the battlement seemed to be stupid, and they really watched the stone come head-on.

A soldier on its ballistic trajectory just stared blankly, and could not avoid it.

The surrounding soldiers also saw that the stone was hitting the soldier, and they were sure that the stone would definitely hit the soldier, but no one pulled him, and no one even reminded him.

At this moment, everyone seems to have become a fool, a goose with its neck stretched out in the chicken coop waiting to be slaughtered.

Seeing that the soldier was about to be smashed into flesh, Count Croa hurriedly rushed up and pulled the soldier back. The boulder almost wiped the soldier's face and passed by.

"Boom! Boom!" The heavy sound of the giant falling to the ground sounded.

The boulder slammed heavily on the floor tiles, and after bouncing twice, it slammed into the city wall of the adjacent tower.

The entire battlement seemed to be shaking at this moment.

The vibration was not large, but many soldiers on the city wall were so shaken that they fell to the ground.

Seeing the weak legs of the soldiers, Heath finally understood the meaning of what Count Croa said before.

It's true that it doesn't matter how much damage a trebuchet is, but the psychological pressure it brings is really beyond words.

During the war, I kept thinking about the image of the stone flying over and smashing myself into flesh. How can I fight this battle?

Count Croa's face became extremely embarrassed, and he kicked the soldier: "Be careful!"

The soldier panicked with a crying voice: "Yes... yes, my lord."

The count looked gloomy.

He pulled an apprentice knight, took out a cross sword from the weapon rack next to him and handed it to him, and said in a thunderous voice: "Adams, take my sword to guard the passage, if anyone takes a step back, don't think about giving it to me immediately. Cut off his head!"

"If he has a wife and daughter, I will cook his whole family after the war is over!"

After a pause, he changed the conversation: "But if you fight bravely, even if you die here, I will take your family into the castle and take care of them all the time. If you can make merits, I am willing to promise you and me Croa. Daughter of the family, let you become a member of my Croa people!"

With a 'clang', he pulled out the cross sword from his waist, held the cross sword high, and said sharply, "In the name of Croa! Prepare to fight!"

"In the name of Croa! Prepare to fight!"