Cheers rang out from the battlements.

On the other side, in the enemy camp, a few soldiers were lying on the ground. Not far away, Count Kroya and the others who had left in the dust had already run until only their backs were left.

The enemy Knights who had just arrived grabbed a soldier and said, "F*ck! Are you eating sh*t? You can let that bastard Kroya run away just like that!"

"The peasant women with the black bread are even better at fighting than you stupid pigs!"

At this moment, a figure walked over from not far away.

It was a beautiful woman with a noble temperament. She looked very out of place in this army full of men.

The Knight quickly put down the soldier in his hand and walked over to salute, "Her Highness Trish."

His attitude was very respectful.

The Knight said, "I'm very sorry, my good-for-nothings were unable to keep Kroya."

Trish shook her head, "It doesn't matter, leave it to the Wizard. No one can escape from his magic. You go and command them to transport the corpses back."

The Knight said, "Yes."

After saying that, the Knight left with the soldiers.

Trish walked forward and came to the second catapult that had been burned.

There was a piece of armor scattered here. It belonged to Kroya.

There were too many soldiers who had just surrounded them. Among the rebels, the right arm of Count Kroya was even scratched by a soldier who came close. This piece of armor was left behind at that time.

It was also stained with some of the dark red blood of Count Kroya.

Trish picked up the broken piece of armor and took out a blood collection tube from her pocket...

...

Twilight Fortress, in front of the crematorium.

After defeating the enemy, Heath ordered people to dig a hole in the empty land on the east side of the fortress to burn the corpses.

At this moment, in the crematorium, the raging flames were burning fiercely.

In front of the crematorium, Heath was pressing his hand on a corpse, and then the two soldiers next to him threw the corpse into the crematorium, and then the next one.

The confused soldiers thought that the Wizard was 'removing the dark magic' from the corpse, but they did not know that only he could hear the voice in his ear:

[Beep, extraction successful. Strength +0.01]

[Beep, extraction successful. Agility +0.01]

[Beep, extraction successful. Vitality +0.01]

After the war, Heath had the soldiers gather the corpses and successfully extracted 1 Knight's talent from a dead enemy Apprentice Knight. He now had a high-level Knight's talent.

The shackles on his talent were broken, and Heath's strength, which had been dormant for a long time, welcomed a new period of growth.

After that, under the name of 'dispelling black magic', he touched all the corpses that the soldiers had arranged and crazily extracted the attributes.

"Sir, this is the last corpse." At this moment, the two soldiers who were in charge of collecting the corpses said.

Heath was stunned, and then he realized that there was only one corpse left at his feet.

He could not help but say in a somewhat disappointed manner, "Is this the last one?"

"Yes... Yes, Sir." The two soldiers' expressions were a little strange. Why did it feel like this Wizard wanted more people to die?

Heath realized that his tone was inappropriate. He quickly said seriously, "Don't leave anything out. If we don't remove the black magic and burn the bodies, they will wake up at any time. Maybe they will give us a fatal blow on the next battlefield."

Seeing Heath's words, the two soldiers became serious. "Then... We will go and check it again, Sir."

Heath nodded. "Go."

The two soldiers left together with a serious look on their faces.

Strictly speaking, Heath was not lying to them. Most of the enemy soldiers' corpses were indeed surrounded by dark elements. Although he was not clear about the operation mechanism of this model, there was definitely a risk of being resurrected as an undead.

After sending the soldiers away, Heath opened the system interface and looked at the list of attributes.

Attributes: Strength 16.1, Agility 17.0, Vitality 15.3.

Strength, agility, vitality. These three attributes almost all had an increase of 0.3. Among them, agility, which had the highest growth rate, had broken through the 17 point mark.

One must not underestimate this 0.3 increase. He was now a high-level Knight, and the increase in attributes had become extremely difficult. If it was just through training, no matter how good his talent was, it would take at least half a year of hard training before it was possible.

"According to this efficiency, breaking through to the Grand Knight level is just around the corner..." Heath touched his chin, feeling very satisfied.

A Knight's three dimensions average of 18 points could break through to the Grand Knight level. If he succeeded in breaking through, his attributes would have a significant increase, reaching another life level.

Grand Knights were said to be powerful existences that even Wizards would treat with respect.

"Sir Wizard!"

At this time, a soldier hurried over. "Sir Count invites you to the meeting room."

"Got it." Heath stopped thinking and followed the soldier.

On the way, he asked the soldier casually, "What's the matter?"

The soldier said excitedly, "I heard from Sir Count that it's the Wizards. The letters from the Wizards have arrived."

Heath raised his eyebrows.

They came to the meeting room of the fortress. In the stone room, there was a long round wooden table. At this moment, the table was full of people. It was the Count Kroya and his Knights.

Seeing Heath come in, the Count Kroya waved his hand and said, "Sir Wizard, please come this way."

When Heath walked over, the Count wanted to give up his seat.

Seeing this, Heath quickly stopped him and said, "Count, you don't have to do this. You are the main character on the battlefield."

Heath was speaking from the bottom of his heart. He himself did not understand military command. If it was not for the Count's calm command and reasonable military deployment, they would have been defeated long ago.

This was not surprising. Wizards did not learn this, and Wizards basically did not understand this. Historically, military command in a war was handed over to the military commanders of the human race, including this time.

Count Kroya did not decline. He nodded and sat back on the chair, while Heath sat down beside him.

The Count then turned his head and asked, "Sir Wizard, those corpses..."

Heath said, "They have been dealt with."

The Count confirmed once again, "They will not stand up against us again, right?"

Heath replied, "They have been burned to ashes."

The Count finally heaved a sigh of relief.

He said with lingering fear, "I didn't expect the Rykers to be able to summon such an army of the dead. We miscalculated..."

Heath was noncommittal. "We were the ones who miscalculated."

After coming down from the battlements, Heath tortured the captured Knight and asked about the origins of the undead army.

It was a high-level Apprentice with an official Wizard gear.

This was completely out of the Shadow Tower's judgment.

After a pause, he asked, "I just heard from the soldiers that the Wizards have replied. Is that so?"

The main reason why the Wizards loved the Ravens was that they flew very fast.

Hearing Heath's question, the Knights in the meeting room also focused their eyes on it.

Everyone had just arrived in the meeting room, so they were not clear about the Wizard's reply.

Count Kroya nodded. "Yes."

He paused, he took out a letter and placed it on the table. "After His Majesty knew about the situation here, he quickly discussed with the Wizards and came up with a proper and concrete plan. This time, we have gathered everyone here to announce this matter."

Everyone's expressions suddenly became tense.

The enemy troops had only temporarily retreated, but they would soon make a comeback.

They had just destroyed a small portion of the enemy troops, and that small loss was not even a scratch, let alone a bone-breaking injury.

In short, with their small numbers, it was impossible for them to defend the fortress. Everyone's future survival depended on the kingdom and the Wizards' reply.

So, how would the kingdom reply?