Wizard: I Can Extract Everything

  Chapter 144 141: Determination

Upgrading spells, as the name suggests, is to upgrade the spells in all directions, open the core of the spell model, replace the rune arrangements, character combinations, rune formulas, etc., and replace the previous low-level runes with higher-level runes. Text, so that it can carry more powerful energy, can produce greater power.

  This is a job that is difficult to say, and easy to say. Everything depends on the knowledge level of the wizard himself.

  The knowledge of savings is enough and the knowledge of runes is abundant, then it is easy to start this job, and it can be completed in a day, an hour, or even a few minutes to upgrade a spell model.

   But if you don’t have enough knowledge, you can’t get promoted.

   And Heath clearly belongs to the former at present.

   Soon, the first spell [Soul Half-Life] has been promoted by Heath.

  This spell should be the last stroke in terms of improvement. After all, it is a perfect wizard-level spell in itself. It has also been matured before that, and only the final touch is needed.

  At this moment, Heath is spiritually aware of the sea.

  On the outside of Heath's Spiritual Consciousness Sea, it is obvious that there has been an extra thick wall, and a solid armor has been added to the surface of his soul.

  The little flames of the past have grown to the bottom of their own hands!

   "With this protective measure, I should be immune to most attacks on the soul."

  Heath tried to impose a curse on himself, but whenever the curse came, the half-life of the soul would stand in front of him for the first time, like a loyal knight, leaving no opportunity for danger.

  After reviewing [Soul Half-Life] Heath continues to the next spell.

  The one he put on the agenda this time is [Hellfire Sea].

  This is also a natural spell. After all, it is already infinitely close to the wizard-level [Advanced Spell], and it even applies a lot of wizard-level knowledge.

  In the past, the energy required to cast was too strong, and Heath needed to borrow the magic circle to release it, but now just replace that part of the key runes and knowledge to complete its performance improvement.

  Similarly, this spell was completed by Heath within ten minutes.

  Heath raised his right hand, his palm stretched out, and his mind moved.

   "Rumble" a dull noise sounded.

  However, a group of flames suddenly rose up in the palm of his palm. The area was not large, only the size of an egg.

But this flame seems to contain some kind of terrible energy, as if it can burn mountains and boil the sea, destroy the sky and destroy the earth, just let people look at it, it will make the legs weak and the heart cold. .

  Heath was overjoyed: "Finally, it is time to bid farewell to the annoying magic circle arrangement!"

  He still really likes this AOE spell that has repeatedly made remarkable achievements. Not to mention the wide range, the power is still very huge, but the complicated magic array and the consumption of magic stones are also very painful in the past.

  This is all right. With the support of the wizard's abundant magic power, this spell can be used freely, and even its power has been partially improved.

  The power of a Hellfire Wizard that can be released at any time without restrictions is not without reason

   However, even such terrifying and powerful spells are still entry-level works in the field of wizards. There are too many powerful spells.

   "Who's turn for the next spell?" He folded his palms, and Heath thought with interest.

  Everyone is addicted to a certain aspect, some will be addicted to doing exercises, some will be addicted to playing games, and some will be addicted to playing women. And Heath is great, Heath is addicted to learning magic.

  Every time he learns a spell, he will always enter a state of madness and can’t stop at all

  "The thunder and lightning strike also give him a boost"

  On the other side, the manor annex.

  Since he remembered, Spencer first heard of the title ‘knight’. He remembered hearing it from a bard who wandered into the town.

  When he asked what the bard knight was, the poet replied that he was a great hero.

  Then the poet sang a story about a knight defeating an evil wizard and guarding the town. He still has a fresh memory of that story.

  Since then, he has determined to become a knight.

It’s just that as he got older, he gradually realized that it’s not the case at all. Knights are actually gold coins, women, farms, and authorities. They are the group of people who live on people. In his father’s words, they are. A wolf is a wolf that eats sheep!

  So, he accepted the truth.

  He gradually became like other apprentice knights, indulging in eating, drinking, playing, and sleeping with women. Force is no longer his power to guard justice, but has become his capital to oppress the peasants to satisfy their desires.

  He thought that he would continue to do this, and in the future, he would become like other knights. He would acquire a farm, eat, drink, and sleep with women in the farm, until one day he dies on the belly of a certain woman or is in the hands of his son who can’t wait.

  But this time the war suddenly came.

At first, Spencer didn't panic. He participated in the war many times, and everyone fought on the plain together. Anyway, as long as you are a little bit nasty, don't be foolish to provoke the knight and you will be fine. Can receive awards, get the title of personal singing, and so on.

  But what Spencer could not think of was that they were ambushed as they headed to the sacred battle arena! ! !

  Those despicable Drusons, who completely ignored the Holy Noble Manual, carried out a vicious sneak attack on them in the forest, and even during the battle their knights slaughtered them, trainee knights and even peasants, even in a disregard of face! ! !

  Lord Lord was killed on the spot, and he and other trainee knights escaped back.

  After that, he began to experience one war after another. Gradually, he finally realized that the war now is different, and it has become different from the past.

  Sneak attack, plot, poison, rush to kill.

  Everyone no longer abides by the rules and no longer abide by the sacred law between the nobles. It is purely to destroy the other party as the fundamental purpose, and do whatever it takes to do everything.

  Rounds of wars, again and again despicable.

  From the initial shock, anger, and fear, Spencer gradually accepted reality and became accustomed to it.

  The cross sword is no longer to protect honor, but only to kill.

  This kind of battle continued. Spencer was fortunate enough to survive a round of battles, but unexpectedly, the lords changed many times. He was poisoned, assassinated, killed in battle, and so on.

  Until the end of a battle, the last heir of the lord also died.

  Although they were victorious in that battle, standing on the devastated battlefield, Spencer did not know what to do next?

  The comrades in the past hope to elect him as the lord, because he was promoted to the knight unexpectedly in the war.

   But Spencer refused.

  He doesn't know why, maybe he is tired of fighting, tired of fighting like this.

In the past, no matter what, he could still persuade himself to raise his sword by saying that he was fulfilling the vow, guarding the order, and protecting the weak. But now this kind of battle purely for looting and killing can really be called justice. NS?

After   , Spencer began to wander around.

  Until one time he saw a group of robbers **** and kill a little girl who was only seven or eight years old, and hung her dilapidated body on a tree.

  Spencer only felt a gust of evil rushing into his forehead.

  He chased the group of robbers and hacked them all without fail. Although he was chopped twice and shot a few arrows, he felt more comfortable than ever.

  Since then, he has started to do things according to his own preferences, acting chivalrously, saving the weak, and fulfilling what he thinks of justice.

   "Da Da Da" footsteps sounded.

  The trainee knight Sandy, who was responsible for arranging the refugees to escape and take refuge in the cellar, walked out of the house.

   Spencer quickly asked: "How is it? Has everyone arranged it?"

  Sandy nodded: "Wyatt has taken away all those who can go, and the rest are also arranged into the cellar. The rest depends on whether we can lead them away."

  Spencer was relieved now.

  The sound of horseshoes became more and more intense, and in the field of vision, a piece of fire was vaguely seen, and even the billowing dust was able to be recognized.

  Spencer turned his head and glanced at Dongfang, his eyes a little regretful.

  ‘I knew I should have looked at the sun yesterday’

Of course he knew what the consequences would be when he did justice in such a chaotic era. He had also thought long ago that one day he would die on the battlefield, but this day came too early, leaving him unprepared. .

  At this moment, an apprentice knight suddenly said: "Lots of people."

  He tried his best to put on a relaxed tone, but he couldn't hide his trembling voice.

  Another trainee knight comforted: "I'm afraid. What I'm afraid of is just hacking. The two who are hacked to death will be scattered."

   Spencer hesitated for a while, then suddenly said: "Or, you go first, just leave it to me here, it won't take so many people to attract the enemy."

  The knights were silent for a moment.

  A knight said: "What silly thing to say, you are a knight, not a **** of war."

  Another knight echoed: "Yes, everyone retreats and advances together. You want to be a hero by yourself. This makes me feel offended."

  The big wave washes the sand to get gold.

  At this time, holding force but not fighting for hegemony, but still choosing to stand here to defend justice, it must be psychologically prepared.

   "Rumble!" The enemy got closer and closer, and the thunderous roar sounded.

  The apprentice knights stepped forward. Except for Wyatt, who escorted the refugees away, the rest of the apprentice knights gathered here, a total of four.

  They stood in a row with two each on the left and right, and then looked towards Spencer behind.

  Everyone pressed the hilt of the cross sword on their waist and smiled: "My lord Knight, your soldiers are already in place."

   "Sandy!"

   "Cromwell!"

   "Howl!"

  "Brundy"

  Everyone said in unison: "Listen to your dispatch!"

  It is obviously night, but Spencer seems to see the light.

  Since wielding a sword, he has never felt as powerful as it is today.

  The childhood memory buried deep in my heart seems to be awakened at this moment, and the protagonist in the story walks into reality and merges with it.

  He stepped forward proudly, raising his head and chest.

   Facing the thousands of troops, facing the billowing dust and smoke.

  He whispered forward in a cold voice and ordered: "Draw your sword, get ready to fight!"

  "Qiang Qiang!" A neat and uniform metal interweaving sound sounded, and the cross sword cut through the wind, shining a different light in the dark.

   Brighter than ever before!

  　 I'm afraid I can't write the third chapter today, so let's start paying the debt tomorrow...

  (End of this chapter)