Wizard: I Can Extract Everything

  Chapter 55 054 I'm here!

  Enemy camp, east side.

  "Woohoo!~" A gust of wind swept from a distance for no apparent reason, and the candles on the ground were all extinguished at this moment.

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

   then.

  The wizard Prit, standing in the middle of the altar, took his hand from the girl’s chest, holding the squeezed heart in his hand.

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

  Princess Cui Lisi came up with a silver basin full of water.

  Pritt put his hands in the water and started washing.

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

  She just saw the wizard Pritt frowning while casting a spell, with a very angry expression.

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

  Cui Li Sidai's eyebrows slightly flicked: "That"

  Pritt shook his hand and said nonchalantly: "That kind of **** is not worthy of being my opponent. The human earl has already taken care of it, and you can attack at any time."

  Cui Lisi's eyebrows loosened, a touch of joy appeared on her face.

  The generals around here are also overjoyed.

   "Haha! Great!"

  "Without Croya, all that is left are wine and rice bags. Who else can stop us!"

   "Destroy the Twilight Fortress and kill the Hiranians!"

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

"Um"

   Cui Lisi uttered a spring-like murmur, deliberately asking in a provocative tone: "Then, my lord, you want. How can Cui Lisi thank you?"

"Ha ha!"

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

  The knights onlookers bowed their heads and withdrew wittily.

   "My lord, your highness, we are going to attack the city."

   "Hmm, go. Go"

  Twilight fortress.

   "Clang! Clang! Clang!" The sound of the alarm bell rang, and the soldiers ran back and forth, and the entire fortress was in a mess.

   "The enemy has already begun to battle, where's Lord Earl? Where are the knights?"

   "Master Earl is injured, Master Wizard is still treating."

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

  In the conference room, the door was locked tightly, and the knights stared at the conference table in front of their faces darkly.

  On the conference table, the Earl of Croya was stripped of clothes and laid flat on it. In the big hole in his chest, there were black leaves, strange flowers, animal bones and so on.

  Heath stood at the conference table, with one hand flat on the earl’s chest, chanting an obscure spell in his mouth.

  He is still making his last effort, trying to ‘resurrect’ the Earl of Croatia.

  Wizards’ understanding of life forms is different from that of mortals. Injuries like this are clearly dead in the eyes of mortals, but as long as the soul is not damaged, there is a possibility of being resurrected in the wizard’s place.

  When studying life science, every wizard has learned ‘resurrection’, and most of the healing spells in the world are based on this as the core principle.

  The spell continued to chant, and the substances in the earl’s chest began to slowly melt into a pool of flesh-and-blood substances, and the flesh and blood inside seemed to have begun to grow again.

  It didn’t take long for the mass of matter to suddenly expand outwards, and then it collapsed with a ‘pork’.

  Heath frowned: it failed.

  Although such a ‘resurrection’ is not considered a particularly high-end spell in the wizarding world, it is far from being able to be used by a little student.

  A knight walked up and asked nervously, "Master Wizard, Master Earl."

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

  Everyone's faces suddenly sank.

  At this moment, Heath suddenly heard the clutter of footsteps and the ringing of bells outside.

  He couldn't help asking: "What's wrong outside? Why is it so noisy?"

  He has been focusing on casting spells just now.

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

  Heath was taken aback, his face was shocked: Then you are still here?

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

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

  The knights in this world focused on improving their strength before they were entrusted. Most of the military operations and the layout of warfare were not learned until they had their own fief.

  Heath frowned: "Where are the reinforcements? Where are they?"

  Before the start of the war, the earl summoned vassals from various places to rush over. Those viscounts and barons were veterans with battle-tested battlefields, and Heath did not believe that anyone who could fight could not be pulled out.

  The knight smiled bitterly: "Still on the way."

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

  The fortress has the eyeliners of various nobles, and the fact that it was attacked by ten thousand troops has been passed back long ago.

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

  When the earl was there, everyone would wait and see. Now that the earl is dead, these shrewd nobles will go one step further and hell.

  Heath frowned: So what now?

   can 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 demonstrated in previous battles.

  An army can't have no generals. No one is in command now, this is still a shame.

  Failure seems to be a foregone conclusion.

But

  Really unwilling!

  Judging from the extraction effect of the previous two days, it has fully demonstrated that Heath's previous judgment was not wrong, and it was really helpful to his strength under the millstone of war.

  The knight talent has been brushed to a high level in one fell swoop, and the wizard talent has also been brushed to the middle of the top grid, not to mention the increase in other attributes and spells.

  It’s not an exaggeration to say that the previous two days are at least worthy of his achievements in a few months and half a year.

  It's not easy to feel the rocket upgrade. This is cool, and I'm going back suddenly. This is indeed a bit unacceptable.

  You know, Heath is also counting on his knight talents to be fully used in this war.

  But this commander's business.

  Is there really no one to command?

  That if.

   Suddenly, a weird thought came into his mind, a thought that completely deviated from his duty.

  However, for the sake of the attributes, this idea has intensified.

  So, he put a hand on the corpse of the earl.

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

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

  A soft thought in his heart: extraction.

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

   "Drip, extraction is successful, harvest "Xilo Armament Discussion"."

   "Drip, extract successfully, and get "Battlefield Command"."

   "Drip, extraction is successful, knight talent +1."

   "Drop, extraction is successful, strength +0.03."

   "Drip, extraction is successful, and "White Horse Swordsmanship" is obtained."

  "Drip, the extraction is successful, and the "Secret Code of White Horse" is obtained."

  It's like something in the dark is reminding Heath, the results extracted this time are abnormal.

   Almost all the lessons learned by the Earl of Croya in his life.

  Large chunks of unfamiliar messages poured into Heath's mind, making him close his eyes unconsciously.

  After a while, the swelling mind was relieved.

  He opened his eyes again, and at this moment, a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

  There is some calmness, some pride, and some desire.

  The desire for war.

  Inexplicably, the knights in the hall suddenly felt that in this instant, the wizard had become a little different.

   "Wow!" The robe danced while hunting.

  In everyone's surprise, everyone saw that the wizard suddenly took off his cloak, and didn't know where he took out a black cross sword and held it in his hand.

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

   "I will fight this battle!"

  　 I wiped it, this chapter got 404 again, what's the matter!

  (End of this chapter)