Witcher: I Can Extract Everything

In the thick fog, a huge team appeared.

Skeletons with pale bones, Zombies with maggots crawling all over their bodies, Ghouls with sharp teeth and sharp mouths, ancient giant beasts that were rotting all over their bodies, and so on...

Elves, humans, Dwarves, and so on, were all over the races and species. There were thousands, tens of thousands, and millions of them. No one could see their numbers clearly at all. All they knew was that they were so densely packed that it made people's scalps go numb.

The thick fog was formed by the dust that these monsters stirred up when they advanced. However, because there were too many of them, it looked as if there was a fog.

These were the heroic warriors who had fought against Everett on this battlefield. After their deaths, their corpses were eroded by Everett's Wraith, and they were revived, becoming the Wraiths that attacked the humans.

"There... There are too many... How... How many..."

"Can... can we really win?"

"This is too ridiculous, this is too ridiculous..."

The sounds of swallowing and gasping rose and fell one after another. Heath and the other warriors who had just arrived were all stunned by this spectacular scene.

Heath was no exception.

Although he had participated in many wars since he transmigrated, and he had even personally commanded one or two, the combined forces of the two sides were only a few hundred or a few thousand people... He had never seen such a scale before.

How many enemies were there?

A few hundred? A few thousand? Tens of thousands? No one could identify them clearly. They were like ants.

Everyone only dared to feel a chill in their hearts.

Woo! Woo! Woo! At this moment, the horn sounded again. The sound was deep and long. Heath, who was familiar with the art of war, knew that this was the sound of the horn preparing for battle.

Immediately after, the sound of Robert's command was heard.

This general, who was both a Wizard and a Knight, pulled out his cross sword with a clang and began to give the battle orders.

"Soldiers, it's time for you to perform. Bring out your abilities and let the newcomers behind see your bravery and teach them a good lesson!"

"My most outstanding Elven archers, get ready!"

Da! Da!

The sound of orderly footsteps rang out. The moment Robert gave the order, a row of archers in front lined up in a straight line and stepped forward. At the same time, they undid the longbows on their shoulders, the bowstring was instantly drawn at an angle of forty-five degrees, forming a full moon shape.

Robert continued to shout, "Buff magic, get ready!"

The Apprentices standing in the back row stepped forward in unison and uttered a long and obscure incantation. One magic circle after another lit up under the feet of the Elves, and a red light appeared on the surface of the Elves' longbows.

'This is... strength-enhancing magic? There's also an additional flying spell... and an explosive effect?'

This standard spell would light up the magic circle under the feet when it was cast. It was not difficult for knowledgeable Wizards to determine the function of the magic circle by combining the spells cast by these magic circles.

Heath had read out several spells from them to increase strength, increase range, and explode.

It was obvious that this spell was specifically designed to defend the city.

The army below continued to advance.

Two thousand meters...

One thousand five hundred meters...

One thousand meters!

"Release the arrows!" Robert ordered loudly.

Swish! Swish! Swish! The fierce sound of rushing wind exploded in the air.

Arrows with red beams of light pierced through the wind and flew into the distance. With the support of magic, the arrows actually crossed a distance of a thousand meters and plunged into the monster army.

Following that...

Boom! Boom! Boom! A violent explosion sounded.

The ground exploded into flower flames one after another, and pillars of fire shot into the sky one after another.

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

Arrows rained down on the undead army one after another. Under the thunderous explosions, the sky-high flames swept up layer after layer, and the entire battlefield instantly turned into a sea of fire.

The raging flames engulfed the undead army, and upon seeing this, the battlements immediately stirred up a heated discussion.

"Are... are they destroyed?"

"Even a Wizard wouldn't be able to withstand such an attack..."

"Ah! Look!"

"It's... It's charging over!"

However, at this moment, a chilling scene appeared.

The undead passed through the sea of flames and reappeared in front of everyone's eyes. Some of them were covered in flames, while others were charred. However, they were still charging forward.

Even from a distance, they could feel the resentment emanating from their bodies.

Bathed in the flames and the rain of arrows, the undead army continued to advance.

One thousand meters, eight hundred meters, five hundred meters, three hundred meters!

"Roar!"

When they were five hundred meters away from each other, a series of roars suddenly came from below.

The white skeletons suddenly took off parts of their hands, ribs, calves, and other bones, and quickly assembled them into white bone spears.

They held the spears and ran forward, accelerating, and then threw the spears up.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The sharp sound of breaking wind exploded again, and the white bone spears actually tore through the wind. In an instant, they crossed a distance of three hundred meters and shot up the city wall that was seven to eight hundred meters long, shooting straight at the Elves on the city tower.

"Shield! Protect!"

"Magic! Protect!"

Robert's two commands rang out almost at the same time.

The Dwarf strongmen standing behind the Elves stepped forward together. Every Dwarf held a shield that was several meters tall. The material seemed to be made of wood, but Heath could clearly hear the sound of metal as he moved.

The shield was placed in front of the Elves, and all the spears that flew towards them hit the shields. The dull clanging sounds of metal and the cracking sounds of bones were heard continuously.

The white bone spears flew for a long time, but when they hit the shields, the Dwarves behind them still felt as if they were struck by lightning. Every shield shook violently, and the Dwarves had to clench their teeth to resist the shields.

It was not until the Wizards' defensive spells arrived that they gradually stabilized.

Heath was shocked by this scene.

According to what he had read in the books, every Dwarf was born with divine strength. An adult Dwarf's strength alone was comparable to an official human Knight.

However, Dwarves at this level could not even hold a shield. They could only stabilize it with the help of Wizards' magic. From this, it could be seen how terrifying the power of the undead below was.

'The Bloody Battlefield... Cassandra really isn't exaggerating...'

While Heath was exclaiming in surprise, the undead army had already rushed to the bottom of the tower and began to attack the city.

They didn't carry any siege weapons, nor did they plan to use any siege weapons. Instead, they climbed up with their bare hands.

Yes, they directly inserted their arms into the stone wall and climbed up. When their arms were broken, they fell down. The undead at the back stepped on the arms embedded in the wall and climbed up, layer by layer, just like that.

This simply stunned the newcomers like Heath.

Those who were chosen to come to the Bloody Battlefield were more or less experienced on the battlefield. However, this was the first time everyone present had seen such a strategy.

"Release arrows!"

"Magic!"

"Throw scrolls!"

"Potions!"

Under Robert's command, the combat units in the front row, the spellcasting units in the back row, and the Elven archers all launched an attack on the army at the foot of the city. They fired arrows, cast spells, threw magic scrolls, and even single-use magic potions.

Before this, Heath had thought that combining magic and military was his original invention. Now, he realized that he was really looking at the sky from the bottom of a well.

There were many more Wizard tools used here than he was, and they were used more skillfully than he did. Some of the scrolls and magic potions that were thrown out made the walls slippery, some rolled oil, and some fell rocks, all of them were combined with the defense of the city.

However, what made Heath even more shocked was that even in the face of such an abundant defense, they still seemed to be helpless against these undead...

There were simply too many of them.

And they were not afraid of death.

After the first ones who climbed up were beaten down, the ones behind stepped on the arms left behind in front of them and continued to climb up.

The first wave of undead stepped on the first wave of undead and continued to climb upwards.

As the second wave of undead stepped on the first wave of undead, they created a pile of corpses that was as tall as the city wall!

The first wave of undead stepped on the city wall as well!

"Roar!" The undead let out a roar filled with resentment and rushed onto the city wall.

At the same time, Robert's command resounded throughout the entire fortress.

"Prepare for battle!"

Clang! Clang! The cold sound of metal interweaving exploded.

The human warriors pulled out their cross swords, the Elves pulled out their crescent-shaped scimitars, and the Dwarves raised their axes.

In the next moment, the sound of killing resounded across the sky!

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"