Wizard: I Can Extract Everything

After returning from Arendt, Heath began to solve the spiritual imprint on the [Necromancer].

At this moment, in Heath's hut.

The doors and windows of the hut were closed, and a hexagram magic circle filled with blood-colored runes was stacked on the floor of the house with utensils such as animal blood, animal bones, animal internal organs, soul gems, and white candles.

In the center of the magic circle, there was the long bone staff, which looked gloomy against the dark environment.

In front of the magic circle, Heath was holding a bowl of animal blood, and was kneeling in front of the magic circle to draw various runes on the magic circle in turn.

In order to prevent witchcraft from being misappropriated, wizards will leave a spiritual imprint on the witchcraft. If the witchcraft is compared to a car, the spiritual imprint is equivalent to a car key.

And now Heath is to use external force to break the car lock and reassemble a set of keys to take it as his own.

This is an easy and difficult thing to say.

It's easy to say, because if the strength is strong enough, it can be erased by mental force, which is a momentary thing.

And if the strength is not enough, it is as difficult as reaching the sky.

Hiss now belongs to the latter situation, so he has to take this method, which is to use the power of various materials such as magic circles and magic stones to deal with the mental imprint on it.

It is worth mentioning that although this method seems easy, it is actually much more difficult than forcibly erasing the mental imprint through strength.

The knowledge and runes involved are not well understood even by official wizards.

Soon, the magic circle was drawn.

"Hoo! It's finally over!"

With a long sigh of relief, Heath stood up, and after a short rest, he began to cast spells.

He raised the palm of his right palm upward, his five fingers bent into a grasp, and at the same time he whispered a syllable, only to hear a 'bang', and a faint blue flame ignited in the palm of his hand.

He held up his palm and stretched it out flat, his palm overturned slightly to one side, and the flame in his palm fell to the magic circle on the ground like water.

It's like Mars falling into an oil barrel.

When the flames fell to the ground,

Immediately, it quickly spread to all directions along the circles depicted by the blood of the beasts. ' With a loud voice, the white candles were lit in unison, and the entire magic circle burst into flames.

The burning flame was bent in a strange arc, towards the center of the magic circle.

There, the long skeleton staff is particularly eerie.

with this.

Hiss began to chant an obscure incantation: "Soul, destruction, death, darkness...cut the threads of the spirit...open the shackles of the soul..."

As the spell was chanted, the flames on the ground intensified, turning into a sea of ​​fire for a while.

"Hoohoo!" The strong wind sounded suddenly.

An unprovoked wind suddenly appeared in the magic circle, rolled up the blue flames in the sky, and rolled them to the necromantic scepter in the center.

At this moment, the whole body of the skeleton staff has lit up with runes, and these are the spiritual imprints left by Pritt.

The flames that rolled over immediately rushed to those runes and calcined them.

"Ah!!!!" Suddenly, a harsh scream came from the skull.

It's like having suffered some kind of great damage.

At the same time, Hiss's mental power also suffered a shock. He knew that it was a self-protection mechanism when the spiritual brand was invaded, and it was specially used to prevent others from erasing the spiritual brand.

The role of the soul gem is reflected at this time.

At the same time as this piercing scream sounded, the soul gem arranged in the magic circle immediately released a faint light.

Under the light of this light, the screaming staff suddenly became quiet, like a naughty child who heard a lullaby and fell asleep again.

With the end of the cry, the pressure on Heath's mental power was also suddenly relieved.

With this effort, he quickly stabilized his mind, and while continuing to chant the incantation, he controlled the flame to calcine the spiritual brand runes on the staff a little bit.

As the flames burned, the runes above the staff also faded a little bit.

This lasted for about half an hour, and the last rune on the surface of the necromantic staff was also erased, and it completely turned into an ownerless thing.

"Bang!" With a soft sound, the flames above the magic circle were all extinguished.

Although his mental power was very tired at this time, Hiss still did not delay at all, and hurriedly stretched out his mental tentacles into the staff, and left his own mental imprint on it.

When the mental imprint left behind, he immediately felt that he had established some kind of inexplicable connection with this staff.

He gently waved over there, and the necromantic scepter flew towards him immediately, hovering a foot away from him, and the empty eye sockets above the skull were looking straight at him, like a A puppy that obeys the call of its owner.

His right hand stretched forward and grabbed the bone staff.

It's like finally driving home the car you've longed for and bringing the woman of your dreams to bed.

Looking at the skull, Heath didn't feel gloomy at all, on the contrary, the more he looked, the more happy he felt, and the more satisfied he became...

...

In the evening, the cafeteria.

"One serving of red heart fish, one serving of purple cabbage, one bowl of granny mushroom soup, thank you."

The high tower has a new chef, and the food he cooks is very in line with Heath's taste. In addition, he has earned a lot of magic stones a few days ago, so he is too lazy to go back and make it himself. Every day, dinner is served in the cafeteria.

After preparing the meal, Heath glanced at the crowded cafeteria.

After the chef changed, the number of apprentices eating in the cafeteria suddenly increased, and it was difficult to find a vacant seat if they came late.

"This way, buddy!" At this moment, a familiar voice sounded.

But he saw Ender standing on the chair and waving to him.

Heath walked over, and the apprentices who had occupied the seat early gave him a vacant seat. Heath didn't talk nonsense, and after sitting down, he ate on his own.

As usual, the apprentices were chatting about the latest hot topics.

Jenny said excitedly: "Hey, are you saying the rumors are true? Is there really a trial?"

Ender said: "Who knows, but even that kid Murphy is saying that it should be true. That guy has no other skills. He never misses the news."

Jenny's expression became even more excited: "And what about the formal apprenticeship?"

Recently, there has been more news about a trial in two years. You can basically hear apprentices talking about this wherever you go.

Ender rolled his eyes and said, "What if it's true?"

He sneered sarcastically: "Can't you see the tower's routine? The official apprenticeships are reserved for those apprentices of the wizarding family, no matter how good they are, they can't fall on us."

While talking, he also took the Heath as an example: "Look at the Heath, who made such a great contribution to the life and death of the tower, in the end, it was just a big talk to catch his appetite and kill him."

"Slaves are always just slaves."