Wizard: I Can Extract Everything

Twilight fortress, under the city walls, Lake Army formation.

Commander of the Lake Army, Earl Ganner shuttled between the army and was making the final deployment before the battle.

"Put on your armor, hold on to your long swords, and rush forward behind the undead army of the wizard. Don't back off. I'll cut off his head if anyone backs up..."

"...Croja has died under the wizard's magic, and the rest are some useless waste, livestock waiting for you to slaughter, and your fame and achievements!"

"Kill all the Hirams, their fields are yours, their property is yours, and their women and daughters are yours!"

"Kill all the Hirams!"

"Kill all the Hirams!"

The thunderous killing shout resounded through the sky, and the morale of the Lake Army reached its peak.

At the same time, on the battlements of Twilight Fortress.

Walking up the battlement, Heath adjusted his armor. This was a Gothic jumpsuit. Although it was light armor stitched with leather and metal, it was very uncomfortable to wear.

But there is no way, this kind of attire can make him look like a qualified military commander——

'The first thing to do on the battlefield is to look like a qualified leader. ’

This is the first sentence of the opening chapter of "Battlefield Command" extracted from Count Croa.

Shuttling between the battlements, Hiss made his final deployment.

"...you two stand here and dump this potion on the ladder when you see someone hanging on it..."

"...all the arrows and arrows are soaked in the bucket, the arrows must be stained with potions..."

"...put the magic scroll on the ground, tear off the sealing wax immediately upon hearing my order, and leave the rest to the magic..."

Chefs with the same ingredients and different tastes can make dishes with different tastes, so is the battlefield commander.

Although the command knowledge in Heath's mind came from the Earl of Croa, he was not prepared to deploy it in the way of the Earl of Croa, but combined the advantages of magic to maximize the use of magic on the battlefield.

The potions and spell scrolls that were previously purchased at the Misty Bazaar were put to use at this moment.

Heath wanted to take out these tools in the previous battle, but he didn't know how to arrange them properly. He had consulted Count Croa, but the Count couldn't give a proper arrangement for these high-end items. Way.

The battlefield is no child's play. Now the cross swords, arrows, and catapults have been tested by countless wars. The commander is very familiar with their usage, so he dares to deploy them with confidence.

And these things given by Heath were rarely brought to the battlefield by wizards before, and they lacked the test of actual combat.

For example, an earthling takes a flamethrower and a drone to an ancient battlefield. Although everyone can see that these things are very powerful, how to properly apply them to the battlefield is not something that can be understood overnight. .

After all, who knows if this flamethrower will burn itself before it burns the enemy?

Therefore, to be conservative, the Earl declined Hiss' utensils, and they have been kept in Hiss's pockets and dusted.

But now that Heath has the Count's military skills and battlefield theory, and he has a good understanding of the usage of these tools, he can easily combine them and use them on the battlefield.

"Woooooooo!~" The horn of the charge had already sounded, and the enemy had already begun to move forward.

Hiss returned to the front and glanced at the soldiers on the battlements.

Although his deployment and arrangements so far have been very professional, the fearful eyes and pale faces of the soldiers fully demonstrated everyone's distrust of the new commander.

Everyone was shivering, and morale was unbelievably low.

Heath thought about it,

He took out a cross sword and handed it to a nearby knight: "Wallace, take the cross sword to guard the passage, and whoever dares to take a step back will chop off his head."

"After I go back, turn his family into mice and feed them to wild cats!"

After some alarmist talk, Heath then took out a bottle of potion and said, "If you fight heroically, this is the magic potion of the wizard, and the effect is equivalent to the blood of gold. I think everyone already knows its effect."

The soldiers' fear subsided a little.

Heath took out another small bag and grabbed a handful of gold coins from it: "This bag contains gold coins, there are countless!"

A look of greed flashed in the eyes of the soldiers.

Heath continued to take out a small bottle, pulled out a dagger, cut a slit in the palm of his hand, and poured the potion.

Under everyone's astonished eyes, the wound in Heath's palm healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, it was restored to its original state.

Heath shouted: "Don't be afraid, I am a wizard, even if you have your hands and feet cut off, even if you are all wounded, I can keep you intact and even stronger!"

"Gold, power, power, women, fighting bravely, I promise you everything you want! I'm a wizard! God!"

The soldiers' eyes were red.

Heath's voice was thunderous: "Answer me, what are you doing now!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The cold and chilling sound sounded, and the morale on the city wall recovered.

Seeing this, Heath felt a little relieved.

It is said in the field of command that the core essence of command on the battlefield is to make the soldiers believe that they can lead them to victory, and only if they believe can they win.

Immediately, he drew his sword and raised his arms and shouted, "In the name of a wizard, kill them all!"

"In the name of a wizard, kill them all!"

"In the name of a wizard, kill them all!"

On the other side, the Tower of Shadows, the canteen.

At the table, Ender was eating mashed potatoes and said in an exaggerated tone: "That lunatic Heath! He is really crazy. He accepted the call and signed up to go to the battlefield, lunatic!"

Jessica said contemptuously, "Haven't you always been interested in participating in wars before?"

Ender said loudly: "Whoever has a brain problem is interested in war, isn't it bad to live?"

"Even if I am poor and lack cultivation resources, it is impossible for me to go to a place like the battlefield and gamble my life on the magic stone. Only a madman like Heath can do it."

Several apprentices at the table also agreed:

"Yeah, Hiss is so irrational. It's not worth it to risk his life for the magic stone!"

"He's always been like this, why dare he not take the risk for the magic stone? Even high-level demonized beasts dare to provoke him. The name of a magic lunatic is not for nothing."

"So it's not unreasonable for people to practice fast."

"He can't be lucky forever, just one mistake and he's dead."

"A low-level apprentice is a cannon fodder on the battlefield, and it is very likely that we will never see the magic lunatic again."

At this moment, an apprentice rushed over from there in a panic.

That's Jenny from their contemporaneous period.

Jenny hurried to the table, gasping for breath.

Seeing this, Jessica couldn't help but say, "Is something wrong? Jenny?"

Jenny said with a serious expression: "We... Sley, Weasley is dead! Just received the news that Weasley died in battle!"

Everyone was shocked: "What?!"

Although we all know that war is a dangerous place, we never thought that the news of the sacrifice of our compatriots would come back so soon.

Ender said with a bit of schadenfreude: "Look, I'll say it's hard money, right?"

Weasley had a very good "relationship" with many witches, some of which Ender liked very much.

At this moment, Jessica suddenly thought of something.

She hurriedly said, "Hey? Didn't Weasley go to the same battlefield as Heath?"

Everyone was startled and looked different.

Ender sighed and said sympathetically: "I guess that guy is now hiding in a corner and shivering, regretting his stupid decision..."

"Sad for him..."

To the surprise of the apprentices, Heath, who was being talked about at the moment, not only did not regret his decision to join the war, but was very grateful for the decision he made.

He had to find an adjective to describe his mood at the moment, and that was—

Exciting, so exciting!

Standing on the battlement, Heath held the cross sword high and shouted in high spirits: "Fleet the arrow!!"

...

Many years later, when the Heath had become history, he even bought a bottle of wine and sneaked onto this battlement, listening to the bards in the city talking about the war epic with him as the protagonist...

Reminiscing about this interesting past...