Wizard: I Can Extract Everything

"Woooooooooo!~" The low horn sounded through the sky.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The heavy drums rumbled.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" The thunderous shout of killing shook the heavens and the earth.

With these loud noises, the war has also begun.

Rows of auxiliary soldiers carried sandbags and wooden boards to the moat and began to fill the river and build bridges.

"Prepare the longbowmen!" Count Croa shouted sternly, holding up his cross sword.

Rows of longbowmen stepped forward, raised their Zishan wood longbow, bent their knees, leaned back, and slanted upwards forty-five degrees to pull the bowstring made of sheep intestines and tendon into a full moon-shaped, tapered iron arrow. The cold light shines in the sunlight.

Count Croa swung down the cross sword: "Fleet the arrow!"

"Shhhhhh!"

The sound of dense wind breaking sounded, and rows of arrows shot into the sky, and then quickly fell to the ground in a parabolic arc, the arrows rained!

"Puff puff!"

The sound of iron arrows piercing the flesh sounded intensively. The accelerated arrows easily pierced through the leather armor of the enemy soldiers, and the long arrow shafts penetrated the body of the person, nailing the person to the ground, and blood gushed like a spring!

At the same time, the enemy's longbowmen also rushed forward, and under the protection of the shield soldiers raised their longbow to the city wall to fight back.

"Shield, protect!" Count Croa immediately changed his order.

The shield soldier standing beside the longbow soldier stepped forward, raising a large oak shield two meters high and one finger thick with both hands, standing in front of the longbow soldier like a door.

"Dong, dong, dong!" A dense thud sounded, and pieces of arrows were nailed to the oak shield, with thunderous momentum!

But thanks to this kung fu, the follow-up troops of the enemy also rushed forward quickly, picking up sandbags and wooden boards scattered by the river and throwing them into the moat.

"Fire arrows!"

"Protect!"

"Fire arrows!"

"Protect..."

After going back and forth several times, the enemy finally filled in a few simple passages on the moat after dropping a dozen or so corpses.

The auxiliary soldiers in the rear rushed forward immediately carrying the tall, long ladder with hooks.

"Change the bow!"

With the earl's order, the archers put down long bows with a long range and a slow rate of fire, and replaced them with short bows with a short range but a fast rate of fire.

"Fire arrows!"

The arrows are like rain, overwhelming.

Hiss took shelter under a tower, protected by two shield soldiers standing in front of him.

He looked at Count Croa, who was orderly commanding the battle, and suddenly understood why he, the commander of the first army, made such a low-level mistake as underestimating the enemy yesterday. It really wasn't underestimating the enemy, it was just confidence.

Old-fashioned experience and steady command, if the enemy army only has 1500, then there is really not a chance.

The battle continued.

Although Count Croa has tried his best to defend, the number of enemy troops is too large, and they seem to be dying, and they don't even look back when they charge.

After hundreds of corpses were left behind, the ladder was finally hung on the city wall, and the curved hooks stuck to the masonry of the main battlement.

"Go! Kill!"

The killing cry was thunderous, and the combat units rushed to the city wall like a tide under the protection of the shield, climbed the hanging ladder, and climbed towards the city wall in groups.

Count Croa calmly said: "The longbowmen step back, the others, draw their swords, form a formation, and prepare to fight!"

"Draw a sword! Form a formation!"

The clanging sound of metal interweaving resounded continuously, and a bright cross sword was raised to the sky, and the silver-white brilliance reflected by the bright sun illuminated the entire city wall brightly.

Powerful!

The next moment, a "pop" sounded.

A heavy hand pressed against the blue-gray masonry of the battlement, and a man in a green leather armor turned over and jumped onto the battlement. The silver-white brilliance on the cross sword showed the identity of the man—

knight!

"Clap clap clap!" A series of crisp sounds followed.

One after another figure jumped up the city wall, and soon opened a long line at the edge of the city wall.

Through the helmet mask, you can vaguely see the cold and ruthless eyes below, like a killing machine.

The knight who led the team walked forward, raising the cross sword with both hands.

At the same time, the soldiers on the city wall also raised their cross swords under the leadership of the knights of their respective squads.

"Kill!" Leng Lie Kill shouted loudly.

The two streams of people rushed towards each other and slammed into each other.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

"Puff puff!"

"Ah! Ah!"

The sound of metal interweaving, the sound of sharp blades cutting the flesh, and the screams resounded continuously, and the grinding wheel of war was running at high speed under the impetus of death.

"Dex! I'll leave it to you here, Bran, take your people with me!"

After smashing a soldier with a sword, Count Croa wiped the blood on his face and led a group of soldiers down the city.

The battle on the wall continued.

Avoiding the arrow tower beside him, Hiss watched the soldiers rushing up the city wall, frowning tightly.

For some reason, he felt that something was wrong with these soldiers.

He said to the two soldiers who were closely guarding him: "You two, go and help others, I don't need your protection here."

Although the two of them guarded him, they also blocked his way.

The soldier frowned: "Sir, this..."

Just at this moment, a stream of arrows flew to the side, and it was right on the head of the talking soldier.

Seeing that the soldier was about to be shot in the head, Heath suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed it forward, and the high-speed spinning arrow was caught in his hand lightly.

"what!"

Only then did the soldier react, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Heath broke the arrow and threw it aside, and said again: "I can take care of myself, you go and help, I will explain to him when the earl asks."

The two soldiers no longer hesitated: "Yes... yes, my lord."

After driving away the two soldiers, Heath walked forward and came to a place close to the battlefield to observe quietly.

"It's not right, it's very wrong."

And this observation, he immediately discovered more incredible places.

He found that most of the soldiers who rushed up didn't seem to be afraid of death. In the face of the arrows shot and the swords that came, they would not avoid them, and they would rush forward if they were willing to be cut.

And after they were slashed, they didn't even make a normal scream, not even a frown, and they didn't even snort when they broke their hands and feet.

Although it is said that the general siege troops are psychologically strong, but this is a bit too brave, right?

Looking at the icy faces under the helmet mask that didn't even have an expression, how should I put it... It doesn't feel like a human being to Heath, just like a corpse...

Corpse?

Suddenly, Heath seemed to have thought of something.

He narrowed his eyes and cast the wizarding hand on an enemy soldier on the battlefield.

The power of the wizard's hand is closely related to the caster's own mental power. Isis's current maximum control of mental power is about 200 pounds, and it is still easy to control a soldier.

Soon, the soldier was caught by him, and he then pulled out the cross swordsman and cut off the soldier's head with a 'click'.

The soldier who lost his head is still struggling very strangely.

Heath, who saw this scene, said in amazement, "Necromancer!"

He looked at the soldiers on the surrounding battlefield again, and his eyes were suddenly enlightened. Now all the unbelievable places have reasonable explanations.

Why can the weak Duchy of Lake pull an army of tens of thousands of people?

Why are these soldiers so brave.

Because they are all undead!

Heath raised his brows and looked at the military formation in the distance, with a little more solemnity and tension in his expression.

The magic of controlling corpses is not a new spell in the wizarding world, and even the apprentices of necromancy learn this.

But being able to resurrect 10,000 people at the same time and control their siege and siege, this is not something that ordinary necromantic spells can do... The total amount of magic power required is far from what an apprentice can afford...

Heath's expression tightened: "Shouldn't you send a wizard here?"

If it's a wizard, then it's still brushing the attributes of hair, and it's not enough to run quickly.

But thinking about it, he felt wrong.

Wizards are not Chinese cabbage, and there is only one wizard in the blood of the Red Devil behind the Principality of Lake, so it shouldn't be sent to attack the Twilight Fortress.

Although Heath did not understand the military, he could still distinguish between the main battlefield and the secondary battlefield.

"But what's going on here..."

While Heath was thinking about it, a living soldier of the enemy suddenly stared at him. He looked like a weak scholar without any protective gear on his body.

The soldier decisively took out his short crossbow and shot an arrow at Heath.

Seeing that the arrow was about to approach the door, but at this moment, the space in front of Heath suddenly twisted, and a piece of silver-white matter suddenly appeared in front of him.

It's like a mimetic shield that automatically turns on when it detects dangerous elements.

The flying arrow hit the Mimic Shield with a 'click' and was blown away.

The soldier's pupils shrank suddenly, and he subconsciously exclaimed: "Wizard!"

His exclamation immediately attracted the attention of the knight who took the lead in killing the city wall.

The knight pushed back the few apprentice knights in front of him with a sword, and the whole person flew up and rushed over, grabbed the soldier and said, "Where?"

The soldier pointed in the direction of Heath.

The knight's gaze was instantly locked on Heath.

At this moment, Heath also raised his head and looked over there, just in line with the sight of the knight.

His eyes were intertwined, and he instantly read two words from the other party's gleaming eyes——

head.