On the other side, in the enemy camp.

On an empty space on the east side of the camp, a brazier was burning. Even in the daytime, it gave off a very eerie feeling.

Here, the main generals of the enemy also gathered together and formed a circle, looking at the center.

On the ground in the middle was a huge hexagram magic array formed by white candles, stones, and animal organs.

In the middle of the magic circle lay a naked girl.

The girl was dead, her empty eyes wide open.

Da da da...

At this moment, footsteps came from behind.

A young man in a cloak walked over, and Princess Trish followed him, holding a wooden tray in her hand.

Everyone saluted respectfully. "Sir Wizard."

The man raised his hand and glanced at the girl. "Is this the sacrifice? Are you sure she's a virgin? If she's not a virgin, the Evil God won't accept it."

A Knight stood out and knelt on one knee. "I swear in the name of the Bellamy family, this girl has never been fucked by a man."

The Wizard nodded and walked to the girl.

He raised his hand and patted it lightly.

Padah, padah!

Bang!

The white candles on the ground suddenly burst into flames.

Although this was not the first time that everyone had seen extraordinary powers on the way, it still caused a wave of exclamations.

The male Wizard said, "Trish."

Princess Trish walked forward and held a wooden tray in both of her hands. On the tray was a silver dagger, some hair, blood, meat pieces, and so on.

The male Wizard took down the dagger first and made a cut on the girl's wrists and ankles.

Gulp! Gulp!

Dark red blood gushed out from the knife and gradually spread to the entire magic circle along the trajectory of the magic circle on the ground.

The male Wizard picked up the hair and asked, "Is this the hair of those Shadow Tower Apprentices?"

A Knight bowed and said, "Yes, Sir. Our assassins brought it back."

The male Wizard nodded and threw a lock of the hair into the brazier beside him.

Sizzle!

The hair burned into a wisp of black smoke. The black smoke twisted strangely in the air for a while before surging towards the young girl on the ground and entering through her nose and mouth.

The male Wizard followed suit and burned the remaining few substances into black smoke that surged into the young girl.

Then, he picked up the dagger and gently cut open the young girl's chest, revealing the living heart inside.

Then, he picked up the last item on the tray.

It was a small glass bottle with a little bit of blood inside.

That was...

Count Kroya's blood...

...

At the same time, Twilight Fortress.

[Beep, extraction successful. Wizard Talent +1]

[Beep, extraction successful. Acquired Spell Model 'Ice Shield'.]

[Beep, extraction successful. Spirit +...]

Heath then proceeded to extract the remaining three, obtaining a total of two Wizard talents, 0.1 spirit power, two spells [Lightning Strike] and [Ice Shield], as well as a piece of knowledge, [Bone Creature Bloodline Basics].

After upgrading, the Wizard talent had reached six points, reaching the peak of intermediate talent.

Count Kroya's face was gloomy as he questioned the soldier who was escorting Wesley and the others. "What's going on? I need a reasonable explanation!"

The soldier said with a trembling voice, "It's... It's an assassin. The assassin disguised as a prostitute in a brothel..."

From the soldier, Heath and the others knew the whole story.

After Wesley and the others went to the town, they went straight to the famous local brothel to find women and have fun.

But they never expected that there were actually assassins trained by the Ryker Duchy hidden here. They killed three people while Wesley and the others were having fun.

The remaining Apprentice was assassinated while she was strolling along the road. The assassin disguised himself as an ordinary merchant, so no one expected it.

The Count's eyes turned red. He kicked the soldier away. "You bunch of trash! You can't even do such a small thing well. You've all grown up eating sh*t!"

Four Apprentices had died at once. Not to mention the loss of combat power, how to explain it to the Shadow Tower was the biggest problem.

A few soldiers knelt on the ground, shivering. "Sir, please spare me!"

The Count pressed his hand on the hilt of his sword angrily, and the killing intent in his eyes became more and more intense.

Seeing this, Heath quickly tried to persuade him. "It has nothing to do with them. Since the enemy arranged it this way, they must have planned it in advance."

Heath's judgment was not wrong. The commander of the enemy had indeed planned the assassination from the beginning.

However, the enemy's original target was only the Knights who went out to have fun. To be able to get such a big fish was completely out of the enemy's expectations.

The Count gritted his teeth. "Campbell!"

"This despicable bastard!"

Heath was also a little surprised. Although the enemy's battle results were partly due to luck, to be able to make such a plan showed that the other party's control over the battlefield was indeed not weak.

With the temperament of these noble Knights, even if there were no Apprentices, there would be people who would fall for it sooner or later.

Then, Heath said, "Now is not the time to be angry. Pull them away and burn them."

However, after hearing Heath's order, the surrounding soldiers hesitated and did not follow it.

Heath asked, "What?"

The Count said, "Sir Wizard, forget it. The Wizards are all here to serve us. In a sense, they are also sacrificing for this fortress. Their bodies should not be destroyed again."

The ordinary soldiers' bodies were burned. They were from the Shadow Tower. Where did he get the courage to burn them?

Heath shook his head and insisted, "Sir Count, believe me. If you have any knowledge of magic, you will not have such thoughts."

He had examined the bodies carefully when he was extracting them. He found that some hair, skin, and blood were missing from the bodies.

Although he did not know whether they were not missing during the battle or were taken away on purpose, either way, there was a risk.

In the field of magic, there were too many 'curses', 'sacrifices', and other types of black magic. As long as one possessed a part of the opponent's body, they could cast spells across thousands of miles.

The Count was still very hesitant. "This... Even if they are really controlled, there are only four of them. Do you think..."

Heath said unyieldingly, "This matter cannot be doubted. If you are worried about the Shadow Tower, then I will bear all the responsibility if anything happens!"

At this point, Heath shook his head again. "Forget it, I will do it myself."

These noble Knights looked worried.

Then, he reached out and grabbed a ball of fire. He then threw it at the body of a male Apprentice. The fire quickly exploded on the body.

Amidst the exclamations, the blazing fire licked the body of the corpse and quickly burned up.

Then, Heath waited for a while, waiting for his mind to stiffen

Any spell had a mind stiffening effect. The same spell model could not be repeated for a short period of time, so it could be understood as a skill cooldown.

Forcibly casting it would cause damage to mind power, and even bring irreparable consequences.

The basic spell fireball only froze one's mental strength for about ten seconds. Soon, Heath's second fireball was in his hand again.

Heath did the same thing and threw the fireball at the second corpse.

Just as the fireball was about to hit the door, the corpse suddenly opened its eyes.

Crack!

At the same time, a crisp crack suddenly sounded. An ice shield suddenly appeared in front of the corpse, and the fireball exploded into sparks on the ice shield.

Heath's expression changed. "Be careful!"

Crackle crackle!

Almost at the same time he shouted, a crisp sound like fried beans exploded.

A ball of purple-blue lightning suddenly exploded from another corpse!