Wizard: I Can Extract Everything

  Chapter 48 047: Prelude

  Before the Twilight Fortress, both sides are making their final military deployments to their respective armies.

  On the battlements, the Earl of Croa did not let go of any corner of the city wall.

  ". You, stand here, if someone hangs up a ladder, you shoot them. Be sure not to let them get close to the wall, remember it!"

  ". You two stand here. If the ladder is hung up, throw a stone and you will die."

  ". Dicos, this one is up to you. When the enemy climbs up, I want you to defeat them here!"

  Checking the weights, adjusting the formation, and carefully arranging the positions of each soldier. At this moment, the Earl of Croa changed his previous careless attitude and assumed the duties of a qualified military commander.

  After arranging the positions of the soldiers, the earl went to Heath, who was standing on the side of the battlement.

  Although there are still three wizards in the fortress, the Earl of Croa knew that the only one in front of him was truly reliable.

   "Master Wizard."

After a brief salute, the earl cut into the subject and pointed to the two trebuchets in the enemy camp and said: "The two big guys are in big trouble. We must find a way to get rid of them. You can give me some magic. Help?"

  Heath asked: "How far are their range?"

  Earl of Croa said: "At least three hundred yards, maybe three hundred and eighty yards."

  Heath frowned: "I'm afraid there is nothing I can do."

  His maximum range of fireball is less than 30 yards.

  He asked with some suspicion: "Is this kind of catapult very powerful?"

  From a physical point of view, he did not think that something with a slow initial velocity that was difficult to reload could penetrate the city wall or cause damage to the soldiers. After all, it was easy to hide from it.

  Earl of Croa shook his head noncommitantly: "They will turn my soldiers into deserters, trust me."

  Heath then stopped talking. He was definitely not a professional in warfare.

  The Earl of Croya thought for a while and said: "After the war begins, I will find the opportunity to take someone through the side door to destroy them. You only need to give me something that can guarantee that I can destroy them."

  Heath nodded: "Yes."

  He took out two scrolls of fire spells from the space ring and gave them to the Earl of Croa, and explained the usage: "Tear off the sealing wax and throw it at the target and then chant the spell."

  All the resources consumed by the apprentice in the war can be reimbursed by the Tower of Shadows, so there is no need to hide them.

   Take down the scroll, and the deployment of the Earl of Croa is also over.

  However, the enemy is still deploying, so the Twilight Fortress has a moment of breathing opportunity.

  Earl of Croa stood beside Heath and said, "Master Wizard, I must apologize for my rashness yesterday. It seems that I did underestimate the enemy yesterday."

  Heath shook his head: "It's okay, it's not too late for you to take it seriously now."

  He came here purely for the purpose of brushing attributes. If he can't beat him, he will flash. Of course, there is no psychological pressure.

  Being angry yesterday was just angry. These idiots may make him unable to obtain attributes.

  Earl Croya looked at the dark army below and said, "I hope so."

  Such a disparity in military strength also made him a little less confident.

  Although he has arranged for the ravens to report to the kingdom and wizards and request additional personnel, but this happened suddenly and the kingdom did not prepare for it. The ghost knows when the additional personnel will arrive?

  Thinking of this, the Earl of Croa asked Heath with a face of incomprehension: "Where did the Lakers get so many people?"

  This is a question that he can't solve. This is an army of 10,000 people. How can there be a country in the dark land that can pull out such a team alone?

  Be aware that before this, the Duchy of Lake has always been a small and weak country with no name.

  Heath squinted his eyes and said uncomfortably, "Who knows?"

  I still want to ask you, how about 1,500 people who say yes?

  This bad prediction is too outrageous!

   "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!)

  Hearing this voice, Earl Croa's expression tightened, and the soldiers on the battlements suddenly became nervous.

  At the same time, the enemy army in the distance began to move forward.

  What is the concept of 10,000 people walking uniformly?

   "Long! Long! Long!"

   Suddenly the whole world reverberated with the sound of ‘rumbling’ footsteps, like thunder.

  The billowing dust and smoke accompany the wind and sand, and it is daunting.

  A strong killing air rushed toward his face, and quickly swept the body and mind of every soldier on the battlement, making them shiver and pale.

  Including the Earl of Croa, his complexion also became extremely embarrassed at this time. A glimpse of a leaf can tell the autumn. Just by watching this march, you know that the following group of people are not easy to provoke.

   Ten thousand people can do a uniform order and prohibition, god, are all monsters under this?

   "Da!" The footsteps stopped abruptly.

  The enemy army stopped two hundred yards from the city wall.

   "Kaka!" With the sound of the metal chain sliding, the scaffold of the trebuchet slowly turned, and a huge stone about fifty centimeters in diameter was placed on the sling arm.

  Next second——

  The long sling arm grasped the stone like a giant hand and threw it upward. The huge stone flew towards the city wall in a parabola.

   "Huh!" The dull sound of breaking wind was so clear at this moment.

  The stone slowly flew towards the city wall, not fast, but at this moment the soldiers on the battlements seemed stupid, and they really watched the stone slam head on.

  A soldier on its ballistic trajectory just stared blankly, not avoiding it.

The soldiers around    also saw that the stone was hitting the soldier, and they were sure that the stone would definitely hit the soldier, but no one pulled him, and no one even reminded him.

  Everyone seems to have become idiots at this moment, becoming silly gooses with their necks stretched out in the chicken coop, waiting to be slaughtered.

   Seeing that the soldier was about to be smashed into flesh, the Earl of Croa rushed up with a sprint, and pulled the soldier back. The huge boulder almost wiped the soldier's door.

   "Boom! Boom!" The heavy sound of the giant falling to the ground sounded.

  The huge boulder hit the floor tiles heavily, and after two bounces, it slammed into the wall of the nearby tower.

  The entire battlement seemed to shake at this moment.

  The magnitude of the vibration was not large, but many soldiers on the wall were shocked and fell to the ground.

  Looking at the soft legs of the soldiers, Heath finally understood the meaning of the words of the Earl of Croa before he came over.

  It’s true that the trebuchet is a thing of the past regardless of how harmful it is, but the psychological pressure it brings to people is really beyond description in a few words.

  When fighting a war, I kept thinking about the picture of a rock flying over and smashing myself into flesh, how can I fight this battle?

  Earl of Croya looked very embarrassed, he kicked the soldier: "Be careful!"

  The soldier panicked and said, "Yes, sir."

  Earl's face was dull.

He pulled a trainee knight, drew a cross sword from the side weapon rack and handed it to him, with a thunderous voice: "Adams, take my sword and guard the passage. If anyone takes a step back, don't think about giving it to me immediately. Cut off his head!"

   "If there is a wife or daughter in family, after the war is over, I will cook his whole family again!"

After a pause, he changed his words: "But if you fight bravely, even if you sacrifice here, I will take your family into the castle and take care of them. If you can make meritorious services, I am willing to grant you to Croatia. My daughter, let you be a member of my Croatian tribe!"

   With a ‘chong’, he drew out the cross sword from his waist, raised the cross sword, and sternly said: "In the name of Croya! Ready to fight!"

   "In the name of Croa! Ready to fight!"

  　 Thank you [%·shuwu] friends for your reward, thank you very much.

  　　 The first publication of this book is the starting point, but I can’t think of the support of so many Q-reading friends. It’s really touching.

  (End of this chapter)