Wizard: I Can Extract Everything

Enemy camp, east side.

"Huhu!~" A gust of overcast wind swept in from a distance for no reason, and the candles on the ground went out at this moment.

The magic circle that originally shone with blood-red monster light also dimmed.

immediately.

Standing in the center of the altar, the wizard Pritt pulled out his hand from the girl's chest, holding the crushed heart in his hand.

He shook off the flesh and blood residue on his hand: "Water."

Princess Cui Lisi came up with a silver basin filled with water.

Pritt put his hands in the water and began to wash.

Cui Lisi asked: "Lord Wizard, how is it? Is everything going well?"

She just saw the wizard Pritt frowning when he cast the spell, with a very angry expression.

Pritt snorted softly: "I met a daring little apprentice, a self-righteous thing, dare to obstruct my spell!"

Cui Lisi frowned slightly: "Then..."

Pritt shook his hand and said nonchalantly: "That kind of rubbish is not worthy of being my opponent. The human earl has already been cleaned up, and you can attack at any time."

Cui Lisi's brows loosened, and a look of joy appeared on her face.

The generals around here were also overjoyed.

"Haha! Great!"

"Without Koloa, all that's left are wine bags and rice bags, who else can stop us!"

"Break the Twilight Fortress and kill all the Hirams!"

Pritt took Cui Lisi into his arms and said with a smile, "My little beauty, how should you thank me?"

"Um..."

Cui Lisi let out a rippling murmur full of spring love, and deliberately asked in a provocative tone: "Then... sir... how do you want Cui Lisi to thank you..."

"Ha ha!"

Pritt pressed Cui Lisi to the altar next to him and lifted her skirt...

The knights onlookers bowed their heads and retreated with interest.

"Then your lord, Your Highness, we will go to attack the city."

"Um... go... go..."

...

Twilight Fortress.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!" The sound of the alarm bell resounded, the soldiers were running back and forth, and the entire fortress was in chaos.

"The enemy has begun to form a battle, what about the Count? Where are the knights?"

"The Count is injured, and the Wizard is still treating him."

"Then what should we do? Who will command, the enemy is about to come in!"

In the conference room, the door was locked, and the knights stared at the conference table in front of them with gloomy expressions.

On the conference table, Count Croa was removed from the clothes and laid flat on it. In the large hole in the chest, there were black leaves, strange flowers, animal flesh and so on.

Heath stood at the conference table, one hand flat on the earl's chest, chanting an obscure incantation.

He is still doing his last effort, trying to 'resurrect' Count Croa.

Wizards' understanding of life forms is different from that of mortals. Injuries like this are obviously dead in the eyes of mortals, but in wizards, as long as the soul is not damaged, there is the possibility of being resurrected.

When studying life sciences, every wizard has learned 'resurrection', and most of the healing spells in the world also use this as the core principle.

The incantation continued, and the substances in the earl's chest began to slowly melt into a pool of substances connected to flesh and blood, and the flesh and blood inside seemed to have begun to grow again.

But it didn't take long for the mass of matter to expand suddenly, and then collapsed with a 'porphyr' sound.

Heath frowned: Failed.

Although such a 'resurrection' is not considered a particularly high-end spell in the wizarding world, it is far from something that a little apprentice of him can perform.

A knight stepped forward and asked nervously, "Master Wizard, Master Earl..."

Heath shook his head: "Sorry, I tried my best."

Everyone's face suddenly sank.

At this moment, Heath suddenly heard the chaotic footsteps and the cramped bell ringing outside.

He couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong outside? Why is it so noisy?"

He has been focusing on spellcasting just now.

The knight smiled bitterly: "The enemy is ready to attack us, my lord."

Heath was stunned for a moment, and he looked shocked: Then you are still here?

Probably seeing Heath's face, the knights' eyes became dodged, and they looked very embarrassed.

In the end, the knight before said bitterly: "My lord, no one here except the earl is sure to win this war."

Before the knights in this world are divided out, their main energy is to improve their strength. Most of them will only learn slowly after they have their own fiefs.

Heath frowned. "Where's the reinforcements? Where are they?"

Before the start of the war, the earl summoned vassals from all over the country to rush over. Those viscounts and barons were all battle-hardened veterans.

The knight smiled bitterly: "It's still on the way."

After a pause, he explained again: "And according to the current situation, I'm afraid they will only be on the road all the time..."

There are various nobles in the fortress, and the news that this place was attacked by an army of 10,000 people has long been passed back.

Everyone is rushing forward to pick up cheap things, who will go to death?

When the earl in front was there, everyone would wait and see, but now that the earl is dead, these shrewd nobles will go one step further and be damned.

Heath raised his eyebrows: what now?

Only flash people?

The role of the commander in the army is self-evident, and the effect of reasonable command and deployment has been fully reflected in previous campaigns.

The first army can't be without a general, and now there is no one to command, this is still a hair.

Failure seems to be a foregone conclusion.

But...

Really unhappy!

Judging from the extraction results of the previous two days, it has fully demonstrated that Hiss's previous judgment was not wrong, and it really helped his strength under the grinding disc of war.

The knight talent has been brushed to the high level, and the wizard talent has also been brushed to the top medium, not to mention the growth of other attributes and spells.

It is no exaggeration to say that the first two days were at least as good as his achievements of a few months or more than half a year.

It's hard to feel the rocket upgrade. It's refreshing. Suddenly I'm going back. This is indeed a little unacceptable.

You know, Sisko also expects to fill up his knight talents in this war.

But this commander thing...

Is it really impossible to find a person to command the commander?

Then if...

Suddenly, a strange thought popped into Heath's mind, an idea that completely strayed from his duties.

However, for the sake of being full of attributes, this idea intensified.

So, he put one hand on the Count's body.

Because it was not clear whether the extraction would affect the resurrection, Heath did not extract the Count of Croa just now.

Now that the resurrection has failed, there is naturally nothing to worry about.

A light thought in his mind: Extraction.

"Drip, the extraction is successful, and the "Machiavelli Art of War" is harvested."

"Di, the extraction is successful, and the "Xiluo Armament Discussion" is harvested."

"Di, the extraction is successful, and you will get "Battlefield Command"."

"Dip, the extraction is successful, the knight talent +1."

"Drip, the extraction is successful, strength +0.03."

"Di, the extraction is successful, and the "White Horse Swordsmanship" is obtained."

"Di, the extraction was successful, and the "White Horse Secret Book" was obtained."

As if there is something reminding Heath, the results extracted this time are unusually large.

Almost everything Count Croa has learned in his life.

Huge chunks of unfamiliar information poured into Heath's mind, causing him to close his eyes unconsciously.

After a while, the swollen mind was relieved.

He opened his eyes again, and at this moment, there was indeed a sharp light flashing in his eyes.

There is some ease, some pride, and some longing.

desire for war.

Inexplicably, the knights in the hall suddenly felt that in this moment, the wizard became a little different.

"Crash!" The voice of the robe hunting and dancing.

While everyone was surprised, everyone saw that the wizard suddenly took off his cloak, and he took out a black cross sword from nowhere and held it in his hand.

Immediately, he turned his head and said amazingly to the knights: "Find me a pair of armor."

"I will fight this battle!"