MTL - Harry Potter’s Book of Sin-Chapter 2544 Chase! escape!

"boom!"

The sound of explosions when the spell hit the enemy almost overlapped one another, making it hard to imagine that this was an attack by nearly one hundred and fifty wizards.

But obviously, the composition of Samuel’s chant group is no longer complete.

This continuous battle of enemies has not only caused them to lose more than half of their companions, but the remaining wizards are also exhausted. As a result, the simultaneous spell-casting attack, which was originally surprisingly strong, was already greatly reduced.

In the beginning, a sacred troupe of 333 people, even with the assistance of Matuseyevich’s First Army, made a high-level living corpse with amazing resistance to magic incapacitated on the spot in a single hit. But now, only the gray-black figure was forced to stop from the high-speed movement, and he staggered a few steps.

After all, you must know that simultaneous spell casting is by no means a "1+1" accumulative calculation of the power of spells that hit the target at the same time. In theory, for every one missing, the power of the chant group is greatly reduced.

"Again!" Samuel shouted.

With the gradual loss of the high-level combat power against high-level living corpses, even in this vanguard formed by the three major families, the objective status quo of the lack of high-end combat power of modern wizards inevitably begins to manifest.

However, this is not the only bad thing!

"Be careful! One more...no, more than...coming!"

Just as Samuel and his crippled chant group were ready to cast the spell simultaneously in the next round, Yegor in front was also stepping up to dispatch several elites to try to haunt the high-level individual, Carolina 'S voice rang again. Just by listening to her exclamation, you can know how urgent the situation she discovered is.

There are high-level individuals coming? more than one? How many are they?

Samuel and Yegor almost had time to let this series of questions flash in their minds subconsciously, and in the next instant, they saw the answer with their own eyes.

"withdraw!"

I caught a glimpse of the nearly twenty high-speed arrivals from the West, each with a different body and shape, but all of them have the same figure as the high-level individuals that have appeared before, and even more powerful enemies. They have never given up in the fight so far. Yegor and Samuel, who had passed by, finally gave the order to retreat for the first time.

It's just that Harry and the others, who were on the edge of the battlefield watching the movements here, couldn't help but shook their heads secretly-under the shadow of the clouds, they wanted to escape at this time, fearing it would be too late.

What's more, Wei Li also saw a very familiar figure among the group of high-level living corpses!

"It's Helbo, he's here." The white-haired girl frowned, but her voice was still calm, just a serious reminder.

At the same time, Neville couldn't help but speak again:

"Hermione?"

This time, even after Lupin paused, he turned his head and looked at Hermione.

But Hermione didn't make any further comments, she just watched the embarrassed remnant hurriedly retreating from a distance. It can be seen that there is a little hesitation in her expression, but it is more contemplative.

…

For modern wizards, the high-level individuals in the living corpses are very strong and surprisingly strong, and their individual strength far exceeds that of conventional elites. Now it seems that even the wizards of the three major families that are already in the top part of the European magical world cannot be an exception.

But compared with Haierbo, the threat that high-level living corpses can cause is much smaller.

That is simply not something that Samuel and others can fight against. Even if their three family heirs have all their cards, most of them can only die faster than one of them-death is slower, then it must be worse. Suffer more sins, don't you?

The three major families that had done a lot of homework before deciding to stand up naturally collected a lot of information on Helbo’s various actions so far. Samuel and the three of them, as the commanders of the vanguard, all have this point of view. .

escape! Don't think about it, just run away!

"Egor! Samuel!"

Carolina, who had just separated from the two before, had already caught up with her on the back of her cat and leopard. There are countless kinds of magical animals entangled with the army of living corpses on the line of defense in the rear. Those "babies" that she usually cherish the most, but now she can't take care of them.

Not to mention, there were two rainforest witches, one old and one young, who had a close relationship with her, but now they both took the initiative to stay on the battlefield in order to block the enemy and think she would get more time to evacuate.

Similarly, both Samuel and Yegor also had their subordinates left behind. For a while, the atmosphere between the evacuation teams seemed abnormally sad.

However, this is actually an illusion of Neville and the others who are looking at here from a distance. Samuel and others are also very clear that the speed of flying broomsticks cannot be better than that of the other party. Sooner or later, they will be caught by the group. The living corpse of the order caught up.

"Carolina, you are much faster than us, you don't have to accommodate us, you go first!" Seeing this woman, Yegor also deliberately asked the cat and leopard to slow down the running speed to accommodate the two of them. . Com Dang even said.

Samuel on the side also nodded and agreed with Yegor.

"good!"

Carolina glanced behind her again—the enemies who seemed to be chasing death gods had already approached a long distance, and then she stopped hesitating and patted the cat's side neck under her.

The next moment, Mao Leopard picked up speed again, and ran away with her on her back.

Samuel and Yegor also looked back, and then glanced at each other, both of them were a little ugly. Only at this moment, Yegor suddenly hooked his mouth and squeezed a lazy smile at Samuel.

"It's okay for me. After all, the inheritance qualifications have not been completely determined. You are in a miserable situation! If you die here, the next Patriarch who is already in the bag will be someone else's!"

When Samuel heard the words, he couldn't help but shook his head somewhat helplessly.

This guy in front of him always has a domineering appearance on weekdays. It is probably at this time that he can see some of his true temperament under the cover of himself.

I remember when the two met for the first time when they were young, this big man was just like this, but under his rough appearance was a frivolous and more tired temper than him.

It's a pity that if they can't die today, they will return to the state they had before fighting side by side, and they won't have the pure friendship that they played together in childhood.

"If I die but you are not, in the future, remember not to bully my ineffective brother too much!" Samuel sighed.

"Same."

Yegor smiled again, and then his smile faded instantly, no longer as frivolous as before.

And just as the two of them were talking, a wave of black flames had risen behind their surviving team.