Wizard: I Can Extract Everything

Why is Slater here?

It is also a coincidence.

After being hit by Carlos's three-circle method that day, Slater was chased and escaped from the Tower of Shadows, and then escaped with the Stone of Life.

Slater was always arrogant. He lost to Carlos that day just because he was caught off guard. After he recovered, he started to settle accounts with Carlos.

It is not convenient to go out without some magic stone resources.

But that day, Slater was the Tower of Shadows who left in a hurry, and he didn't bring any magic stones or witch tools.

Ben was going to go back to the Tower of Shadows, but at this time Cassandra took someone to surrender to the coalition forces. According to the rules, if he went back now, he would not be able to leave the Tower of Shadows.

So naturally, he came to the Demon Insect Forest to get the magic stones and resources here. The wizards all knew that the wizard Parker had a treasure trove here.

So there is this scene.

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Insect forest, guard tower.

"Crash!"

The pouring rain kept slapping on the ground, splashing large swaths of mud, and flowing freely with the blood gushing out.

"Woooooo!"

The hunting wind blew through the forest, making a low whine sound, like the scream of a devil.

In front of the forest guard tower, two figures stood in the rain curtain silently staring at each other.

One is a young man, standing on the ancient and mottled stone steps, as if it has been petrified, the rain wet the cloak but there is no response.

He just stared blankly at the figure under the stone steps, with a pair of eyes filled with joy that has not faded away, surprise at the sudden turn, and gradually covered fear.

under the stone steps.

It was a middle-aged man. The man also looked at the young man on the stone steps, and his eyes were obviously stunned.

It seems like a long time has passed, but it seems to be just a moment.

In short, after staring at each other silently for a moment,

One of the two broke the deadlock.

A middle-aged man.

Slater reached out to remove the short-handled staff from his belt.

The appearance of an apprentice here was beyond his expectations. Why did this apprentice appear in the well-defended guard tower? He didn't know, and didn't need to know.

The abyss worm of the guardian tower has been released, and the string of space pockets on the apprentice's waist has also explained the problem.

It doesn't matter whether the truth is so or not.

He's a wizard and what he needs the truth to be is what the truth has to be.

...

How to do! How to do! How to do!

Looking at Slater, who slowly understood the wand over there, Heath was extremely frightened, and an unprecedented sense of fear swept his whole body.

He kept telling himself: run away, run away, run away!

However, no matter how he screamed in his heart, he still couldn't move a single step.

It was as if there was an invisible force acting on him, covering every inch of his skin and every cell, making him unable to move.

Is it the hand of the wizard? The art of petrification? static position?

neither.

Heath knew that it was only his fear that enveloped him.

Soon, Slater's short-handled wand was raised, and the sharp end of the wand like an old branch was aimed at Heath.

"Bang!" Just at this moment, a flash of lightning landed in the sky.

The white light that ripped apart the dark clouds illuminated the heavens and the earth, illuminated the ancient tower, illuminated the frightened eyes of Hiss.

At the same time, it finally woke him up!

His eyes were red, and he shouted inwardly: Damn, it's all over!

While speaking, he quickly mobilized his magic power and was about to release all the seals on his body.

Yet at this moment.

"Da...da...da..." Suddenly, a light footstep sounded.

The sounds seem to be far apart, but they seem to sound close.

Combined with the heartbeat of people, it seems to have an indescribable magical power.

Inexplicably, Slater was attracted by the sound, and he subconsciously turned his head to look over there.

When he did this action, he didn't pay any attention to the apprentice in front of him, even though he already felt that the apprentice was going to fight with him,

But that's okay because he's a wizard.

He looked over there.

Over there, in the distance of the forest, on the muddy sheep intestines dirt road, in the pouring rain curtain, a figure walked by.

The figure was ragged and covered in mud, and even from a distance, he seemed to be able to smell the sour stench on his body.

What is even more striking is his face. Only half of his face is intact, and the other half seems to have suffered some kind of great damage. The protruding eyeballs and the bare bones look particularly terrifying.

The man held a cross sword in his hand, and his body shone with a faint silver-white brilliance.

These all explain his identity.

He is a knight and has activated the life force.

Coincidentally, this was also known by a Heath, and it was Haslant, the guardian knight of His Royal Highness Princess of Lake Kingdom who had met and even fought once before.

As he walked this way, he seemed to be muttering something to himself.

The voice came along the wind, and Heath vaguely heard:

"See the gods, swear by blood, only loyal to the king until the day of death..."

Slater looked at the man coming over there, wondering what had just attracted him.

But after thinking about it for a while, he didn't want to understand it.

He is a wizard.

So, as before, he waved his hand casually over there.

"Hey!" sounded.

An invisible wind blade suddenly rushed out, tearing the ground and cutting through the rain curtain, invisible and nowhere to be seen at all.

Seeing that the man was about to be divided into two, a strange scene appeared.

Just as the wind blade was approaching the door, the man's body suddenly slanted to the side, as if he stumbled when he was unsteady, and the wind blade passed by like this.

He continued walking and continued:

"His will, my long sword, if anyone commits a crime, he will be punished to death..."

Slater frowned.

The man's ability to avoid his wind blade obviously surprised him. How did he do it?

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

Slater continued to raise his hand and waved towards the other side: "Xuuuuuu!"

Counting that the wind blade ran out again, densely intertwined into a net, as if to cut the man into pieces, no matter what, such a dense man is impossible to avoid.

so.

Men do not avoid it.

He continued to walk forward, and the wind blade slashed over, slashing on his body one by one, cutting the man's skin and cutting the man's flesh and blood. For a while, blood was dripping and it was terrifying.

But the strange thing is that the wind blade, which is enough to tear the earth and break down the city wall, did not cut the man into pieces.

The injuries on the man's body were very serious, and there was a lot of blood. Fresh muscle tissue, even the incised organs, and even the bones below could be seen.

But the man didn't fall down and still walked towards this side.

It was as if a strange energy was supporting him, and the silver-white brilliance was desperately repairing his injuries.

He continued walking, and continued talking.

"It's the gods and devils..."

Slater's expression turned serious.

He raised his hands and pushed up to one, only to hear a loud 'rumbling' sound, the mountain shook for a while, and large tracts of soil flew upward to form boulders that smashed at the man one by one.

Huge stones smashed on the man one after another, and the man staggered and staggered even more. His already tattered body became riddled with holes, as if he would fall down at any time.

But the man still didn't fall down, he continued to walk, and he continued to speak.

"It's the enemy of the world..."

Slater's eyes reddened.

As soon as he raised his hand, a large section of the mantra blurted out, and a thick dark cloud gathered over the man's head in an instant.

The rolling thunder continued to sound, and in the rolling dark clouds, strips of purple thunderbolts gradually moved closer to the middle, forming together like a monster or a giant snake trapped in shackles.

"Whirring whirring!"

After doing all this, Slater gasped violently.

At the same time, the man who had been moving forward finally stopped.

But he did not leave, but just looked up at the sky.

Slater's unprecedented anger, he pointed to the sky with one hand, and then swiped down with all his strength, exhaling the thunder and lightning snake with all his strength, vowing to smash this mortal who challenged the power of heaven.

The man looked at the giant snake that rushed out of the shackles, his expression was calm, and he said the final oath softly:

"I also draw my sword to it!"

Say it.

"Qiang!" A loud roar of the sword rang loudly.

The man was facing the day, the dark cloud, the giant snake of thunder and lightning, and the sorcerer.

Unstoppable...

Draw your sword!