Witcher: I Can Extract Everything

"What happened?"

"It's Knight Gunth's voice!"

The soldiers in the square were all stunned and confused. Duke Dylan subconsciously looked in the direction of the main building and muttered, "Damn it, what the h*ll is Gunth doing? He was f*cked by a b*tch...".

Before he could finish his sentence, suddenly --

"Ah! ! Ah! Monster!"

"Me... Mercy..."

"Help... Help... Help!"

"Witch... Witch..."

All kinds of panicked voices rose and fell, and screams came from inside the main building.

Through the cross-shaped window of the main building, it was vaguely visible that the people inside were fleeing frantically, as if they had encountered a powerful demon.

The people in the square were shocked.

Duke Dylan hurriedly grabbed the collar of a soldier and said coldly, "Go in and see what's going on!"

"Yes, Your Highness."

The soldier quickly responded, holding the torch, and hurriedly ran into the room.

However, as soon as he ran into the door, he seemed to have encountered something terrible in less than two seconds. He let out a terrified scream, then threw away the torch and rushed out of the door without looking back.

Under the dancing flames, everyone saw the pale face of the soldier and the fear in his eyes.

As soon as he rushed out of the door, he opened his mouth and shouted, "W..."

Before he could finish his words, there was a bang. The soldier's body suddenly burst into flames out of nowhere, and he fell to the ground with a series of hysterical screams.

The crowd outside the main building was stunned.

Duke Dylan, his soldiers, the refugees who had come to try to take advantage of the situation, the slave traders, the refugees from the manor who had been subdued, and so on. At this moment, everyone saw this strange scene.

Everyone looked at the main building's door, their expressions uncertain.

"What... What's going on?"

"Setting fire out of nowhere... This power... Could it be..."

An answer was on the tip of his tongue.

At the same time, the sound of footsteps came from inside the house.

Da...

Da...

Da!

The sound of footsteps was getting closer and clearer. With the help of the torch that was thrown inside the door, it was vaguely visible that something was coming out.

The warhorses neighed angrily and writhed restlessly.

The soldiers subconsciously raised the weapons in their hands. As they kept retreating, they looked at Duke Dylan in fear and unease, seeking instructions.

Duke Dylan frowned. He raised his right hand and made a gesture.

The two groups of soldiers quickly raised their heavy shields to the front of the formation and squatted down. The spearmen behind them raised their spears. The archers behind them drew their longbows. A standard defensive formation was quickly formed.

Spears, cross swords, arrows, heavy shields... Cold light flashed, and killing intent surged.

When these cold weapons that helped humans stand on the top of the food chain were revealed, the panic of the soldiers subsided slightly.

At the same time, the thing behind the door also walked out of the door.

"A person? It's a person?"

"Black hair, black hair! It's that kid, the kid His Highness is looking for!"

A young man appeared at the gate. Through his trademark black hair, the people present quickly recognized him. He was the target of their trip.

The crowd instantly became lively.

"Is it him? He took out 500 gold coins to buy a few female slaves..."

"Does he have countless gold coins?"

"But it seems that he is not an ordinary person..."

Everyone whispered among themselves. There were greedy, suspicious, and fearful voices of all kinds.

Heath raised his head and looked forward.

"So many people..."

The crowd filled the courtyard and gathered into a standard battle formation. Judging from the size of the battle force alone, there were at least a thousand people. It was enough to conquer a city. As for the onlookers, they were even more numerous.

'Did they move the entire city here?'

Then, Heath asked slowly, "Are you the ones who came to take my head?"

On the way, he used a soul-searching spell on a soldier and easily understood the whole story.

The battle formation in front opened on both sides. Duke Dylan rode forward under the protection of a few personal guards holding a kite shield.

His gaze lingered on Heath for a moment, and he asked, "You're a Wizard?"

His voice was steady, and there was no fear.

Heath replied, "Yes."

The crowd was in an uproar!

"He's... He's really a wizard!"

"Is this a Wizard?"

"Legend has it that they can turn people into rats and control flames. Is... is this true?"

All kinds of discussions rose and fell, and everyone's eyes were all focused on Heath. For almost everyone present, this was the first time they had seen a living Wizard.

Duke Dylan, who received the answer, was not afraid. Instead, he was a little excited.

'So that's how it is. No wonder he doesn't care about gold coins!'

There were not many people who understood Wizards in this world, but Duke Dylan was one of them. He knew that Wizards were actually divided into two types, Wizards and Apprentices. He did not understand the former. However, he knew that the latter was not as invincible as the rumors said.

Even his son, who was killed by him, once stole a female Apprentice's hair and forced the Witch to work for him.

And now, it was his turn to use that supernatural power!

Clang!

He pulled out his cross sword and pointed the sharp blade at Heath. He said arrogantly, "I want you to work for me!"

Heath was stunned, thinking that he had heard wrong.

Or did this guy have some powerful trump card that he didn't know about? Grand Knight?

Thinking of this, Heath subconsciously released his spiritual power to sweep out.

At the same time, the gazes of the onlookers changed rapidly. The fear in their eyes faded a little and was replaced by more curiosity.

"Is... is he really a Wizard?"

"Didn't they say that they are extremely strong and can summon the wind and rain?"

"They can't fight against an army either..."

The people of the world knew very little about Wizards and knew that they were powerful. However, they only had a vague idea of how powerful they were.

At this moment, seeing that Heath did not respond to Duke Dylan's rudeness, everyone could not help but doubt this power more and more.

It was probably... a powerful monster...

Duke Dylan said even more brazenly, "You, work for me! Otherwise, I'll punish you!"

Heath became even more curious.

Because he swept his gaze around, he did not find any powerful magical equipment, not even the slightest thing that had elemental fluctuations. He also did not find any existence that had the power of a Grand Knight in the crowd.

Where did this mortal come from?

After thinking for a while, he did not have an answer. He decided not to think too much about it. It was impossible for him to be so unlucky as to encounter a Wizard in such a strange place, right?

With this thought, he relaxed and uttered a short syllable.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

As soon as the spell was cast, a strong wind blew in all directions and rushed towards the crowd.

Duke Dylan's expression changed.

He made a prompt decision. "Release the arrows and shoot him to death!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The sharp sound of wind breaking could be heard one after another. The archers who had already drawn their longbows released the bowstrings in their hands. A large number of arrows rained down on Heath.

Even Knights would be shot into sieves by such a dense rain of arrows. Apprentices who did not have outstanding defensive spells would also find it difficult to resist.

Unfortunately, the one standing here was a genuine Wizard.

Heath raised his right hand lightly, and the Wizard's Forcefield was released once again. In an instant, the rain of arrows was fixed in the air.

Duke Dylan's pupils constricted.

The entire crowd was stunned.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The fierce wind continued. Accompanied by this wind, a force slowly lifted Heath from the bottom up, leaving the ground and heading high into the sky.

Duke Dylan's soul flew into the sky.

He had some understanding of the group of Wizards, and because of that, he knew at a glance what flying meant. It was a real --

Wizard!

He quickly turned the horse's head and shouted hysterically, "Retreat! Quickly retreat!"

However, it was too late.

At this moment, Heath had already flown into the air.

The strong wind blew from all directions, fluttering his robe like a demon.

Standing proudly in the wind, he pointed to the sky.

Suddenly, rolling dark clouds surged from all directions. They were as vast as the sea, covering the sky and the sun, covering the entire sky.

Pi!

Dense purple lightning pythons swam around in the black sea with a terrifying momentum, as if the end of the world had arrived.

Time seemed to have come to an end at this moment.

Then, he waved his right hand downward and chanted a syllable at the same time. "God's Punishment!"

In the next moment, the power that only gods had...

Came to the human world!