Witcher: I Can Extract Everything

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Amidst the deafening battle cries, the meat grinder of war was completely turned on.

The soldiers on the city walls, including humans, Elves, Dwarves, Centaurs, and so on, raised their cross swords, spears, machetes, and axes and charged at the enemies in front of them, exchanging blows with them.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Clang! Clang!

Ka-ka-ka!

All of a sudden, limbs were flying, and blood was raining.

Under the attack of the fortress army, the army of the undead that rushed to the top of the tower fell one by one, broken bones and broken limbs flying everywhere.

But there were so many of them.

And they were undead!

According to the strength of the undead characteristics, Wizards were divided into four levels from beginner to peak, and the undead spirits of these things were up to level 3, the top level being level 4.

One had to know that Heath's Necromancer's Staff only had a level 1 undead characteristic.

Once a corpse was eroded by the Wraith, every cell and every elemental particle would be attached to the Wraith, and the whole body would have the undead characteristic.

This was reflected in the current situation in the war:

A skeleton had obviously been smashed into pieces, but the broken bone hand was still climbing forward and attacking.

If one was not careful, the broken arm would grab onto an ankle, the back of one's body, or the neck.

Then, they would use the sharp finger bones to attack.

Although the vital parts of the soldiers were protected by enchanted armor, these things were like gangrene, which greatly affected their combat ability. Moreover, if they continued to attack, their defense would be broken sooner or later.

The fortress army was obviously prepared in this aspect.

"Front row, retreat! Back row, up!"

Following Robert's command, the warriors standing in the front row all retreated. The spell casters who were waiting at the back quickly stepped forward to cast the [Purification] spell, expelling the broken limbs on the warriors.

However, there was a problem.

The number of broken limbs that the Warriors received was different. Some warriors were covered in broken limbs, while some only had one or two. Some warriors were not even attacked by these accessories at all.

This one-size-fits-all method caused a large portion of the warriors who did not need to be cleaned up to retreat, resulting in a waste of resources.

If it was just this point, it would have been fine, even if they did not need to clean up and retreat to rest and adjust. However, the troublesome part was that Robert used the 422 battle formation on the battlefield.

This battle formation was characterized by high defense density, strong defense when defending, and it was one of the best defensive formations.

However, this battle formation had a major weakness, which was that the battle formation conversion was not flexible.

It was certainly not a problem when they were defending, but once the battle formation was switched, no matter how well-trained the team was, it was inevitable that there would be chaos.

This was a typical example.

After a few rounds of alternating front and back rows, there was quite a bit of chaos in the front row. Robert had to run back and forth, making adjustments and arrangements one by one.

At this moment.

"Roar!"

A roar suddenly came from the front of Heath and the others.

A Giant undead that was seven to eight meters tall rushed up the battlements, waving its huge arms and starting to attack the front.

Giants belonged to a branch of the tall Dwarves. They were classified into the Dwarves, and they had many characteristics of the Dwarves. For example, they were born with divine strength and had a good physique. When paired with their huge bodies... They were even more terrifying.

Even in terms of strength alone, each Giant had at least the strength of a peak Knight. One could imagine what the consequences would be if it rushed up and swept the battlefield.

That huge arm swept across the battlefield like a big tree. Wherever it passed by, it swept the warriors' casual pants, causing them to fall to the side. Then, it beat them and stomped them like a big mole. One by one, the warriors were smashed into meat paste.

Originally, just the Giants alone could not cause such a huge amount of damage. The key was that this row of warriors happened to be in a chaotic moment when the formation was alternating. The spell casters at the back row were busy removing the pendants on the retreating warriors. No one could control it.

War was a matter of showing one's face.

The Giants smashed randomly at the front, and soon, a gap appeared on this side. The number of dead souls that attacked this side also increased. What was worse was that there was still an endless stream of undead souls charging up from behind.

Seeing that they were about to be defeated, Heath and the other warriors at the back became anxious.

The quality of the warriors chosen by the Tower of Order was excellent. Although the crisis was imminent, not many people showed any fear. Most of them pulled out their weapons and wanted to help.

However, everyone had come from the battlefield and knew how dangerous it was to act without hearing the command on the battlefield. The slightest carelessness would only make things worse, and it might even cause an even greater chain reaction.

Therefore, even if everyone wanted to go forward and rescue them, no one dared to act rashly. They could only hold their weapons and stay where they were.

However, at this moment, one person broke away from the group and rushed forward alone

Heath!

The other warriors did not dare to rush forward because they were afraid that they would not be able to help.

On the other hand, Heath was a Wizard and a Grand Knight. He had excellent military knowledge and was fully confident that he would be able to wipe out all of this.

With such a great opportunity to perform meritorious deeds, why not go forward?

Coming to the front, Heath waved his right hand and took out the Necromancer's Staff from his dimensional pocket.

Although the staff given by the Tower of Order was also an official-level Wizard tool, it was more focused on team battles. Its individual ability was not as good as Heath's Necromancer's Staff, and more importantly, it had a spell that Heath needed the most.

After a short incantation, Heath softly chanted, "Necromancy!"

As the incantation was chanted, the surging soul fire quickly surged out of the skull and swept up the remains on the ground.

The remains that had just regained their silence after the Wraiths had been dispelled became active again with the infusion of the soul fire. One by one, the collapsed corpses held their weapons and stood tall.

Skeletons, Zombies, Ghouls... An army of the undead was pulled up in an instant.

Standing in front of the army of the undead, Heath did not attack immediately. He felt that something was missing.

Bang!

At this moment, a human Knight was suddenly hit by a Giant, and a dull sound was heard.

The enchanted armor was shattered like white paper under the Giant's immense strength. The fragile body that had lost its magic protection was instantly smashed into a pile of meat paste.

The cross-shaped sword in the Knight's hand was sent flying. It spun in the air for a few rounds before falling to the ground.

It was as if something was arranged in the unseen world. The cross-shaped sword just happened to land in front of Heath and was inserted diagonally into the ground a few feet away from him.

Seeing the cross-shaped sword, Heath finally realized what he lacked.

He casually took off his cloak and threw it aside, revealing the lightweight black leather armor underneath. He placed the Necromancer's Staff outside. Under the effect of the Wizard's Forcefield, the Necromancer's Staff naturally floated in the air and circled around him.

Then, Heath, who had freed his hand, strode forward and pulled out the cross-shaped sword from the ground with a backhand.

Clang!

The loud sound of the sword was still sonorous and powerful even on this noisy battlefield. The cold light on the blade was so dazzling.

"Roar!"

The undead army roared in unison, like warriors with high fighting spirit, singing the battle song before the battle and chanting the oath before killing the enemy.

The voice was like thunder, resounding in the sky, and the momentum was like fire, burning the entire battlefield.

"Wizards are indeed better with swords!" Heath grinned.

The next moment.

Under the stunned gazes of the Warriors, Heath led his army of undead and charged forward resolutely!