Chapter 170

"Just crossed the river and almost froze me to death. Can't you use a warm spell?" A young man with yellow hair shouted to six people in black robes and silver masks.

"This is not within the scope of our use of magic. Please be lucky." One of the dark warlocks replied casually, and the young man with yellow hair punched him directly.

But before the fist fell on the other party, a purple light lit up and flew towards him. At the moment of hitting, an arm blocked him.

The purple light instantly penetrated his arm, like a bullet through the human body, leaving a small hole, and blood trickled down from it.

However, the attacked person had no painful expression, but said coldly, "be honest, you are at the same level as us. If you dare to do this again, I'll send you to hell. I believe your captain won't care about your troubles!"

"..." suddenly the dark warlock stopped talking, and the dark warlock who had just attacked half bowed, and then fell into silence again.

"Team leader... Look at them, unexpectedly!" The young man with yellow hair who had just been frightened also gathered around the handsome young man and helped him hold the wound.

"It's all right. We'll recover in a minute. These people are brainwashed fools. Let them walk slowly here. You let the team in front speed up and we'll start on our way!"

"Yes, chief Mo beta!" The Yellow haired youth answered, shook his head, became a huge werewolf, and immediately ran deeper into the forest.

Mobeta slowly turned her head and looked at several dark warlocks next to her, and then punched them up. The two dark warlocks were pressed on the ground in an instant!

"What do you want?"

"Hit you!"

"Ah!"

"Mobetta, stop! What do you want? "

At this time, a cold voice rang from behind mobeta. He looked back and saw a golden mask, which was obviously much more gorgeous than the silver one.

However, mobeta didn't care about each other's status. She stood up and stepped on each other's stomach.

"Look at my hand. They hurt me. How does that count?"

"You can recover from this wound in ten minutes." The golden mask still replied indifferently, but it was obviously a little unhappy.

"But in that case, I also bite them. They can cure themselves with that magic in a few minutes." Mobeta said indifferently.

"Mobetta, I know you're good, but do you really want to fight against all our dark warlocks?" The golden mask continued.

"You dark warlocks, can you represent all dark warlocks? There are 50 dark warlocks in total. They are numbered from 01 to 50. They are in a group of 10. You are 11. Can't you only represent your two groups? "

"You!?"

"But I'm different. Although I'm the leader of group 2, I'm also the general vice captain of the werewolf action team. You have no right to talk to me!"

"Well, well, I have no right to talk to you... But this one always has it!" The gold mask looked at mobetta through two holes and slowly withdrew from his position.

Mobetta was also stunned. Behind him, a short, thin figure came out, with a black-and-white robe and a gold and silver mask on his face.

"Mo beta, contradictions can be handled. We are all partners, aren't we?" In essence, the crisp voice seemed extra penetrating at the moment, which made mobeta feel a little sweaty behind her.

"Of course... What do you say can compensate me, Miss dark 00?"

"Do you know what it is this time?"

"The inheritance of a god generation."

"Yes, what else do you know about the inheritance of the God generation? Continue. "

"It is the surviving power of the northern European God generation, the giant wolf fenril."

"Who do you think this thing will give ~?" The crisp voice is getting softer and softer, as if seducing your soul.

"Nature is to separate the new wolves, and the origin is captain Kerry."

"No, the source is yours." Between the gaps of gold and silver, a pair of red and blue eyes slowly leaned up and gently held his hand.

"My...?"

"Yours, because Kerry has more important things to do."

"What?" Mobetta is a little confused at this time. Why should he give himself the origin and what the captain should do... Curious.

Dark 00 stood on tiptoe, gently leaned the mask against his ear and said a word. Then mobeta's expression suddenly changed.

"I don't believe him for..."

"Shh ~ just know it yourself." Then dark 00 slowly turned around and looked at the sky. "Yes, it failed over there."

"Hogsmeade?"

"Yes, Dumbledore did."

"What about the players?"

"I was caught. The needle and shuttle patrol saved the big man. I hope you can ask for more luck. This is not my task." Then he waved his robe and disappeared in place.

Mobetta frowned at the disappearing dark 00. Her action just started. Did group 3 over there almost disappear?

It seems that Hogwarts and the Ministry of magic are not as fragile as he imagined. Dumbledore came later. It's hard to do. We must speed up!

"Go ahead and try to arrive in five minutes!" He shouted to the side, no longer cared about the dark warlock who fell to the ground, and ran quickly to the two teams in front.

At this time, more than a dozen people in the front quietly discussed what. They are the team of ordinary werewolves, or death eaters.

The leader is a tall and strong man facing ferocity. His gray yellow eyes are like wild animals. Although it is a human body, he has sharp black claws and sharp teeth.

"Greyback, I don't think we can get any benefits. Why should we participate with them?"

"Benefits, we don't need any original strength. As long as we share a part, it is success. If it's just ourselves, we can't grab that thing at all."

"But does finriel really exist?"

"Shit, my name is fenril, what do you think!" Greyback also patted the bald man next to him and grinned.

"Ha ha!"

"But what you are worried about is not impossible. After all, they are numerous and more powerful. Maybe they will repent at that time. After all, we are just taking the way and taking a share by the way."

"Also... What should I do?"

"Well, let's think about it first. I don't know what will happen when I deal with it. I always feel... This operation won't be so smooth."

"Did the other one arrange another task?" The bald middle-aged man next to him whispered to greyback.

"Oh! I remember, I have to save that guy by the way, smelly mouse... The Dark Lord would accept such a coward as a Death Eater. Those Death Eaters still think we werewolves are dirty creatures. I think they are! Brain damage! "

HEMA is getting closer and closer to the target. On the way, HEMA also told Hagrid and lupin the details. They suddenly feel that they don't have enough hands.

After all, there are dozens of werewolves and dark warlocks with unknown combat effectiveness. No one is flustered.

HEMA was also confused at this time. She was still running and studying the pendant around her neck. How does this thing work?

Dumbledore, you really don't fool me! Otherwise, I'll have to ask Mr. cahor to clear the map... Although it's possible to clean the forbidden forest.