Witcher: I Can Extract Everything

That night, when it was late at night, Heath suddenly got out of the carriage and shouted at Knight Aaron, who was on night duty by the bonfire. "Wake everyone up. The Wraiths are coming."

Due to the special circumstances, he had specially set up a warning magic circle around him before he fell asleep. He had just established a spiritual connection through the magic circle, and he could clearly feel that the negative energy around him was abnormally active. It was clearly a call for the Wraiths before they attacked.

Knight Aaron's face darkened. "What? We still met them?"

Although he had already prepared himself mentally a long time ago, it was still a little difficult to accept the worst-case scenario when it appeared.

"Get up, everyone, quickly get up!"

"The Wraiths are coming, the Wraiths are coming!"

"Get ready to face the enemy!"

Aaron brandished his crossguard sword and ran everywhere, waking up the sleeping Knights one by one.

Because everyone had already been inoculated before nightfall, there was no panic when they were woken up. After being told that the Wraiths were coming, they all got up and organized their defenses under Aaron's command.

Soon, the group of people in the carriage formed a defensive formation with their backs against the carriage.

In the front row were the Knights led by Aaron, followed by Heath and the three Apprentices, and at the back were the powerless Elf Princess and her maidservant.

The arrows on the bowstrings reflected cold light under the flickering firelight. The Knights held their short crossbows with grim expressions and stared nervously at the fence in front of them. They jumped over the fence and looked behind.

Behind the fence was a pitch-black forest, like a huge mouth from the abyss.

Rustle...

Suddenly, the treetops in the distance shook, as if there was a gust of night wind blowing, and there was a slight rustling sound.

"Something... is coming!"

"Green... It's green."

A few panicked voices sounded, and Martha and Roval looked ahead uneasily.

However, they saw clusters of fist-sized green flames suddenly appear in the forest in front of them. They strangely floated in the air and slowly approached them.

As the distance increased, everyone was finally able to clearly see the full appearance of these monsters.

"Skeletons... Skeletons..."

The monsters approaching in the darkness were all Skeletons. The green flames floating in the air were the empty eye sockets of these Skeletons and the soul sparks burning within their skulls.

"This... This is too many!"

"How many of these..."

"Really, can we really fight them?"

Everyone was shocked. The Skeletons alone were nothing, but there were too many of them. They were in groups and densely packed like a tide. As far as the eye could see, there were countless of them.

Heath was also very surprised. He had heard that there were Wraiths in the Boneyard in the fortress, but according to what he knew, most of them were small troops. It was really unexpected for so many of them to appear at once.

Knight Aaron was the same.

According to the few times he had experienced the attacks of Wraiths, none of them were on such a scale.

Could it really be that misfortune had possessed him?

Without time to think, Knight Aaron hurriedly raised his sword and shouted, "Prepare for battle! Prepare for battle!"

At the same time, the Wraiths officially launched an attack.

"Roar!"

The Skeletons opened their rotten jaws and let out a terrifying roar. The green flames in their skulls suddenly spread outward.

Carrying the green flames that filled the sky, the monsters charged towards Heath and the rest.

50 meters.

30 meters.

10 meters.

The next second --

Boom!

With a loud sound, the Skeletons had already come into contact with the battle formation of Heath and the rest. Countless charging Skeletons crashed into the bramble fence at the outer perimeter. For a moment, one could only hear a loud 'ka ka' sound as wood chips were sent flying.

"Release the arrows!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Under the command of Knight Aaron, the Knights pulled the triggers one after another. The short crossbows whistled through the fence and rushed toward the Skeletons at the back.

These were all magic-enhanced Wizard tools. The special arrowheads exploded into balls of flames as soon as they hit the Skeletons, burning the Skeletons all over their bodies in an instant, setting them on fire.

"Fireball!"

"Gale!"

"Ice Arrow!"

At the same time, Martha and the other two behind them also raised their magic tools to cast spells. Fireballs, wind blades, and ice arrows fell into the group of Skeletons one after another.

Their team's attack was fierce, but there were too many Skeletons. Before the Skeletons in the front row could fall, the Skeletons in the back row had already rushed up, and the stalemate lasted for less than ten seconds. The fence in front collapsed completely.

The dug trenches did not have the effect that they should have. They were quickly filled up by the Skeletons rushing over.

The Skeletons in the back broke through the fence and stepped on the trenches that were filled up by the Skeletons of their companions. They quickly rushed up and completely rushed in front of Heath and the others.

Knight Aaron decisively ordered, "Draw your swords and prepare for battle!"

Clang! Clang!

A cold metallic explosion sounded. The Knights immediately threw away the crossbows in their hands and drew their cross swords. The next moment, they collided with the Skeleton army that was charging at them.

Could they really win?

The moment they came into contact with them, this thought appeared in the minds of every Knight.

These Skeletons were the products of the deep erosion of the Wraiths. Each of them had the strength of an Apprentice Knight or even a Knight. Although they basically had the strength of a Knight, other than Knight Aaron, who was an advanced-level Knight... the rest were mostly intermediate-level and low-level.

With such a significant difference in strength, was there really a chance for them to win?

Just as everyone was panicking, a long incantation sounded, "Red hellfire that grows in the land of hell... Red fiery lotus that radiates destruction..."

The voice was sonorous and powerful.

Standing behind them, Heath, who was holding his Necromancer's Staff high, chanted the incantation. A gray-black cloak fluttered as it was lifted by the overflowing magic power.

As he chanted the spell, the temperature in the air suddenly rose. Red fire elements visible to the naked eye gathered from all directions and spread out under the feet of the Skeletons, blossoming into flame lotuses. Then --

Boom!

The fire pillars soared into the sky, drowning the Skeletons within in an instant.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

After the first fire pillar, the second, third, and fourth fire pillars... More and more pillars of fire erupted from the ground. A large gust of wind swept these flames towards the entire battlefield, setting off a firestorm on the battlefield.

In an instant, the forest turned into a sea of fire. Tens of thousands of Skeletons were instantly submerged and swallowed by the sea of fire. In an instant, the originally dark forest was brightly lit.

The Knights' morale was greatly boosted.

It was meaningless to calculate the number of enemies. This was never a world where victory was decided by numbers. So what if there were more Skeletons?

They had a Wizard!

They had a god!

"The Wizard's spell is here! Everyone, don't panic!"

"We will definitely win, the Wizard will definitely win!"

The Knights raised their arms and shouted.

Heath was naturally releasing the [Hellfire Sea] that he had made many meritorious deeds during his Apprenticeship. After advancing to a Wizard, he did not need to rely on complicated magic circles to cast this spell with his surging spiritual power. He could cast it directly.

While controlling the hellfire to sweep through everything, Heath's expression became a little strange.

He felt that this wave of Wraiths attacking them was very strange.

As far as he knew, although Wraiths would attack here in the Boneyard, the scale should not be large. Usually, it would be tens to hundreds, and the number of thousands was already the highest, and from the start of the attack until now, there were already more than ten thousand Skeletons gathered here.

Moreover, there were many kinds of Skeletons buried in the Boneyard. Zombies and Ghouls... They had everything. Logically speaking, there should be many kinds of undead that were eroded by Wraiths. However, from the start of the attack until now, they were all Skeletons...

Could it be...

Staring at the group of Skeletons in front of him, Heath narrowed his eyes. He seemed to have suddenly thought of something.

He immediately raised his left hand and spread out his Wizard's Forcefield. A Skeleton flew straight towards him, until he grabbed the neck of the Skeleton.

When the Skeleton flew over, his right hand shook slightly, and half of a dagger immediately appeared under his robe. The moment he grabbed the Skeleton, he immediately raised the dagger and cut off the four limbs of the Skeleton. The only thing left was its bare body that was wriggling.

Staring at the Skeleton in front of him, Heath immediately released his spiritual tentacles and invaded the Skeleton's soul to carefully observe it.

After this observation, Heath's eyes immediately lit up.

'As expected...'

The Skeleton's soul had a remnant of spiritual force that only Wizards had. In other words, this wave of Wraiths attack was probably deliberately created.

'There's probably something wrong with the broken bridges from before...'

Now that he thought about it, the drawbridge from before was also somewhat unusual. Although there were occasional incidents of the drawbridge collapsing due to the special materials, it was a little too strange that several of them collapsed in a row.

'Who exactly is it? What's the purpose? Could it be that the Partridge family is angry out of humiliation? It shouldn't be that bad...'

'Forget it, I'll know once we find out who it is, but what should I do...'

'I've got it!'

After thinking for a while, Heath quickly made up his mind.

He immediately withdrew the magic power in his body, and the high-pitched chanting of the incantation became intermittent. He looked like he was out of strength. His body even swayed a little, and Peter who was next to him hurriedly supported him.

"Wizard Heath!" Peter's expression changed.

Knight Aaron, who was in front, also frowned. He quickly turned his head and asked, "Sir Wizard, are you okay?"

Everyone had space for the scale of the previous spell. Such a powerful spell relied on Heath alone to support it. It was really hard to imagine how much strength was needed...

Heath waved his hand and said weakly, "No... I'm fine. I just need to rest for a while... Peter, help me... Over there..."

With Peter's help, Heath walked to the back of the carriage and rested somewhere far away from the battlefield.

"Sir, you can rest here. I'll go over first."

"Okay, go..."

After giving some instructions, Peter quickly rushed back to the battlefield, leaving only Heath on the spot.

At this moment, a cold light lit up in the depths of the forest and quickly locked onto the single Heath...