Chapter 1105

"Damn it! Too few people have completed the second ritual step!"

In front of the church, Martin fought against Malfoy and his son alone.

Although no one knows why he didn't get more power from his "teacher" Haier Bo. But as a wizard who was not particularly outstanding, he did well enough.

You know, Lucius, as the head of the Malfoy family and once the main Death Eater under the hand of the Voldemort, his duel level will not be much lower. And his son Draco, in recent years, has no room to relax, so his performance at the moment is really commendable.

But Martin was not afraid of the joint efforts of the father and son. He always kept a stable rhythm as he entered and retreated. Although he is somewhat suppressed, if nothing unexpected happens, he will never lose for at least a while.

However, Martin now found that he had misjudged the strength comparison between the two sides.

Originally, according to his judgment, as long as 30 or 40% of the believers he convened could complete the second step of the ceremony, he was fully sure to drive back the Wizards brought by Lucius Malfoy. If the number of people completing the ceremony can reach 50%, with good luck, there may be several hostages left.

Unfortunately, the skinny reality told him that the people who enhanced the strength of the magic spell through the second step of the magic ceremony accounted for at most 20% of the total number.

"Obviously, compared with the first step of the ceremony, the difficulty of the second step is much lower... These guys are really useless!"

Martin thought angrily as he waved his wand and blocked Lucius's powerful crushing spell with an iron armor spell.

Then he took just two steps to the side, accurately avoiding the trap spell Draco cast at his feet.

"Hum, I wouldn't let go of any of these guys unless I had the teacher's instructions first!"

Of course, no one will hear Martin's muttering in his heart. And to tell the truth, now he can't help feeling upset.

The number of people on both sides of the underground church is almost the same. The specific situation of the war can only be said to be a close match. Do you come and I fight on both sides.

However, in Martin's view, this is just a waste of time.

"Do you want to retreat temporarily?"

If he continued to procrastinate, halber would not come to help him - as an apprentice accepted by the other party, Martin knew this very well.

Therefore, the longer the battle lasts, the worse the situation will be for them. After all, although halbo will not come, the possibility of namaka McLean suddenly appearing here will become more and more likely.

But almost at this time, the first cry of pain tonight finally rang out in the fighting crowd... At this moment, the first person injured by the magic spell has also appeared.

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"There are many obstacles!"

In the scuffle, pansy threw another obstacle curse to try to relieve the pressure brought to her by the constant pressure around her.

Just now, she heard the painful voice in the field. It can be distinguished that the exclamation voice happened to belong to the witch whom Maka talked to last time.

"It's going to be endless..."

While looking at the surrounding situation in a hurry, pansy once again blocked a coma spell with poor accuracy. But at this moment, she saw a slightly short believer hit by a powerful disarming curse. As the magic wand was bounced into the air, the small wizard also flew upside down because of the unexpected strong impact.

Seeing this, pansy subconsciously cast a floating spell, and then stretched out his hand to catch each other's body.

"Are you okay?"

Before the words fell, another red light came from the other side, so that pansy had to raise his head again and wave his staff to resist the spell cast by someone.

"... nothing, thank you."

Immediately, pansy heard the little wizard in his arm say thank you - the voice was soft and waxy, and a little sharp. It was obviously a woman.

But to tell you the truth, is the witch too small? Are you still a first-year student?

Compared with the terrible assembly in the underground church, think about pansy's own age... Is it true that there are people younger than her?

"Can you stand up?" pansy had no time to bow his head and could only half hold each other casually. "You must be unable to fight without your magic wand... Just follow me first! Don't be too far away."

This is undoubtedly a good opportunity to make friends with others. Although she doesn't know the significance of making friends with such a "child", she still shows her goodwill to each other.

No way. It's not easy for pansy to take into account Maka's task in this chaotic war. It's better to touch one than get nothing in the end, isn't it?

"Float off!"

After fending off several spells running towards them, pansy tried to turn over several prayer benches next to them and folded them behind them.

"If it goes on like this, it will be unstoppable sooner or later. Hide first!"

She dragged the little child down so that they wouldn't be attacked before the heavy benches were destroyed.

Only then did pansy have time to look down at the little witch. But at the moment when she lowered her head, she couldn't help being a little stunned.

She found that the hood she had worn on each other's head had turned behind her just when she was hit, and the face that had been hidden in the shadow at first was naturally exposed in front of her.

"You......" pansy was stunned and said, "do you have demon blood?"

The face looked exactly as she had expected, with delicate white skin, ruddy lips and a little baby fat cheeks.

However, the experience of time still left a maturity that did not meet the surface age on her face.

However, to say that this is a female goblin, pansy did not find the goblin like short stature unique to her.

In this way, it is unknown that the little witch may be a goblin hybrid.

"Ah!"

In pansy's subconscious inquiry, the other party seemed to realize that half of his hood had fallen, and he turned it up again in a panic.

"Hug, sorry..."

"No, you don't need to care too much," pansy said. "In fact, Hogwarts's spell professor is a goblin hybrid. I don't think it's anything."

In fact, pansy's remark was somewhat insincere. She said it in order to complete the task.

Originally, for the descendants of a pure blood family, the hybrid of wizards and human like magical creatures has always been a race that should be excluded. Even for Professor flavy, like her pansy and Malfoy, there are occasional criticisms in private, only because of each other's achievements.

Of course, the treatment of a smart enough goblin hybrid among wizards is actually better than that of a giant hybrid in the name of stupidity like Hagrid.

However, if there is a goblin hybrid with self-esteem and self-confidence like flavie, there must be a goblin hybrid who feels inferior for her blood like this little witch.

Listening to pansy's inappropriate comfort, the other party only smiled gently, but did not thank him again. Perhaps she has long been used to hearing all kinds of praise or criticism.

"Be careful!"

Suddenly, pansy heard a shrill reminder from the little witch around her. This made her quickly raise her head again, and the wand in her hand habitually drew a track, and dangerously cast a rather hasty iron armor spell.

Suddenly, the magic brilliance burst in front of them, obscuring their sight.

In such chaotic battles, it is obviously quite dangerous to lose sight. Pansy's heart was suddenly alarmed, which made her lie down on the ground without hesitation, and the little witch was pressed down on the rough and cold ground by her.

The next moment, a flash of fire passed over them and hit the prayer chair that pansy had just built.

"Bang! Crash -"

When the wood chips splashed, pansy felt a sharp pain in her shoulder, so that she could hardly hold the wand in her hand.

It seems that the explosion curse shot from nowhere just now broke the bench, making a piece of broken wood stab accidentally stick on her back shoulder.

"You can't stay here any longer. Find out where we can hide!"

She got up in pain and looked around, but she saw only chaos around. There was no safe place in the underground church.

It's terrible - she can't choose to move away with a phantom, but she can't find a place to hide in this panoramic space.

Did Draco not consider the minimum hand before he asked his father Lucius to bring people to attack?

In such a complex battle situation, if both sides were not afraid of the use of the unforgivable curse, I'm afraid she would have to die here!

On the other hand, Martin seemed unwilling to leave.

After all, the vast majority of wizards understand that in a duel, the distracted retreating party will certainly lose, which is an obvious common sense.

With the spell after spell flying around, pansy was more and more difficult to resist. Seeing her, she was considering whether to leave the "burden" that prevented her from avoiding.

But in the next second, Martin, who fought tirelessly with Malfoy and his son, finally knew that things could not be done. If he dragged on, he would really be in danger of meeting that McClane.

"Watch out for each other!"

But he suddenly waved his stick and released three shocks on his face. Then he jumped to one side and hit something hard on the ground.

"Ready to retreat!"