Witcher: I Can Extract Everything

Twilight Fortress, on the battlements.

"Release the arrows!"

"Fire!"

"Shield!"

The gorgeous sunlight shone on Heath's silver armor, scattering patches of silver light, making him look particularly awe-inspiring.

Standing on the battlefield that was filled with arrows, he methodically gave out battle orders one after another.

The entire military formation on the battlements was changing according to his orders, and all the soldiers were listening to his commands.

When the enemy attacked, they released their arrows --

The arrows soaked in magic potions ignited balls of flames in Heath's incantation. Once the special magic potion touched the flames, it would quickly spread to the entire body.

When the enemy took out their bows and arrows to fight back, the soldiers would form shields --

The defensive spells cast on the ground by magic scrolls could make the shields larger and more defensible.

The enemy finally hung up the ladder, but what awaited them was the Dissolution Potion that Heath had prepared long ago. This special corrosive liquid would corrode even metal in a short time.

Only a few soldiers could climb up the battlements before the ladder rotted, so it could not pose a threat to their defense.

Under the command of Heath, the entire battlements were completely guarded.

"Release the arrows!" Heath roared as he swung his cross sword.

On the other side, in the enemy camp.

When the Knights found Pritte, he was in his tent enjoying the fun of life with Trish.

His strong interest was interrupted, so much so that if it was not for Trish stopping him, he would have turned those Knights who dared to break into his tent into toads.

Only after listening to the Knights' explanation did he finally calm down, because the news that the Knights brought was too bizarre.

He said in shock, "You mean, the Wizard in the fortress walked to the battlements to defend the city? Now, the one commanding the grasshoppers to fight is the Wizard?"

He almost thought that his ears were out of order.

Count Gunner nodded. "Yes, my Lord. Our spies in the fortress sent a message. According to him, the one defending the city is the enemy's Wizard."

His expression was very ugly. He had finally killed Kroya, but he had never thought that a commander would appear out of nowhere. Moreover, the ability of leading the army was no less than Kroya's. Thus, he could not find an opportunity to seek help from magic.

Trish grabbed a blanket to cover her body and pushed Pritte. "Sir Wizard, let's go and take a look first."

Pritte suppressed the anger in his heart, put on his cloak, and went to the front line.

If he had suspected that the Knights' information was wrong before, now his suspicions were gone.

Looking at the silver-armored, black-haired young man on the battlements, Pritte was shocked. "He's really a wizard!"

He felt the special spiritual fluctuation of a spell caster.

At the same time, Heath on the city wall also sensed Pritte under the city wall.

Although he had never met him before, he was still certain that this was the enemy high-level Apprentice who had cursed Count Kroya to death and provoked him.

He narrowed his eyes and said to his left and right, "Bring me the bow!"

"Yes."

The Knight quickly brought over a purple-clothed wooden longbow.

Heath pulled the bowstring, and his entire movement was completed in one go. An arrow shot straight at the Wizard on the ground.

The distance between the two was close to 350 yards. An ordinary longbow archer would not be able to shoot such a long distance. However, as a high-level Knight, Heath's maximum shooting range was 500 yards.

However, there was a sharp whistle. The arrow drew a cold light in the air and appeared in front of Pritte in the blink of an eye.

"Sir, be careful!" The guards' expressions changed drastically. Two guards rushed up to help.

Pritte snorted in disdain. The space around him surged, and a ball of blood suddenly appeared in front of him, forming a semicircular eggshell-shaped shield that protected Pritte perfectly.

Just as the arrow was about to fail, the arrow suddenly exploded.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

The two guards who rushed over to help let out a scream. They covered their faces in pain, and white smoke rose from their faces.

Pritte was stunned.

Only then did he notice that there were two glass test tubes tied under the arrows.

It seemed that Heath had targeted the guards next to him from the beginning.

The soldiers screamed and rolled around on the ground. Soon, they lost their breath.

Pritte looked at the city wall and his face darkened.

At the same time, Heath put down his longbow and his gaze fell on the blood-red shield that was wrapped around Pritte.

He seemed to be deep in thought...

...

An hour passed in the blink of an eye. After both sides dropped over a hundred bodies, the second round of siege war ended.

On the battlements, seeing the enemy retreating like a tide, the battlements broke into cheers.

"Haha! We won! We won!"

"Son of a b*tch, go home and eat your mother's grandmother!"

"Long live the Wizard Lord!"

"We have Wizards, we have gods!"

If there were still people who doubted Heath's ability, then after this battle ended, no one dared to doubt him anymore.

On the city tower, the soldiers shouted Heath's name.

At this moment, they had completely equated him with a god.

...

After the battle ended, Twilight Fortress.

In front of the crematorium, corpses were placed neatly on the ground. Heath stood by the side and 'cleared away the dark magic' for these corpses as usual.

[Beep, extraction successful. Strength +0.01]

[Beep, extraction successful. Agility +0.01]

[Beep, extraction successful. Vitality +0.01]

[Beep, extraction successful. Obtained the complete Collection of Delicacies In the Kingdom of Hiran.]

[Beep, extraction successful. Obtained The Night In the Garden of the Debauched Noblewoman and the Unscrupulous Bard.]

[Beep, extraction successful. Obtained the West Coast Myths and Legends.]

[Beep, extraction successful...]

It was unknown where the 10,000 undead troops brought by the enemy troops had come from, but they should have died not long ago. Most of the corpses were well preserved, and most of them could be extracted.

There were all kinds of things extracted.

Other than attributes, there were all kinds of strange knowledge. There were novels and biographies with beautiful descriptions of human nature, detailed introductions of fine food and wine, and all kinds of myths and legends.

Of course, the most common ones were 'Goat Breeding Techniques', 'Black Soil Identification', 'Insect Disaster Prevention', and so on. With one look, it was obvious that the knowledge came from the lower-class farmers.

'They were probably made by killing the farmers before the war started.'

These undead were all in their prime, and judging from the degree of decomposition of their corpses, the time of death was the same. In addition to the knowledge that was extracted from their bodies, it was not surprising for Heath to make such a judgment.

'This Ryker Dukedom...'

It was understandable that there was no right or wrong in war. However, killing the farmers and making them into undead to attack the city, Heath did not know how to evaluate such a method.

After all, the population of Ryker Duchy was only a few hundred thousand, and there was not much labor force in its prime...

"Sir Wizard!"

At this moment, Knight Gallio walked over and bowed. "Lady Witch asked me to report to you. I have already soaked the soldiers in the 'Purifying Water' as you instructed."

Although the curse sacrifice was sinister, it was not a particularly incurable spell. Previously, he was caught off guard. Now that he knew that the enemy had this ability, Heath naturally had to take countermeasures.

After the battle ended, he combined with the remaining two Witches to prepare purification water.

This was a very low-level magic potion that could effectively isolate the sacrifice and make the curse ineffective. Heath also added some restorative materials to allow the soldiers to heal their injuries while bathing.

Heath observed Gallio for a while, but did not receive any mental feedback.

He nodded. "Sure."

Gallio heaved a sigh of relief, and then hammered his chest heavily. He praised in an extremely worshipping tone, "Sir, it's all thanks to you this time. You saved us! You saved Twilight Fortress!"

If the Knights at the front were only in awe of Heath, then at this moment, there was even more worship from the bottom of their hearts.

The reinforcements were close at hand. They only needed to defend for one more round to win.

Heath shook his head. "You're welcome. Victory is our concerted effort."

He should be thanking him instead.

Heath glanced at the stats on his interface. After such a battle, his stats had increased quite a bit.

Drip... Drop...

At this moment, the crisp sound of raindrops could be heard.

At some point in time, a dark cloud had gathered above the fortress. Raindrops that looked like threads slowly fell from the cloud layer.

The Knight asked curiously, "Why is it suddenly raining?"

It had not been the rainy season recently, and the sky had been clear just now. This rain had indeed come quite suddenly.

"This rain..."

Heath raised his head to look at the dark cloud above his head, his brows tightly knitted together.

He could feel that there was some magic mixed in the rain. It was obvious that the rain had come unusually.

"...It's not good..."

...

On the other side, in the enemy's camp.

Pritte staggered up from his kneeling position with the help of Trish.

On the ground was an open sheepskin scroll. The magic imprint on it had disappeared without a trace, and the remaining magic flames were sizzling and burning.

The pale-faced Pritte wiped the sweat off his face and let out a long sigh. In just a short while, his magic power had been completely drained, and he would not be able to recover for a few days.

Although it was only the activation of a spell that was fixed on the scroll, it was still an official-level Wizard spell. It was a little difficult for an Apprentice like him to activate it.

In the end, if he had not sacrificed a few Knights in time, he might not have been able to complete it.

'But the effect is quite good.'

Pritte looked up at the fortress in the distance. A dark cloud had already gathered above the fortress, and it was raining heavily in the fortress.

The corners of his mouth curled into a sneer. "Little thing, I've said it before. You're not worthy to be my opponent!"