Chapter 1405

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the church door shook violently.

It's the enemy! Some of the black wizards have broken through the Aurors and rushed to the door! Just because of the several protective spells preset on the door, the other party couldn't break through the door at once.

However, just like this, it is impossible to stop the other party's offensive for too long. In addition, more enemies will rush through the defense line one after another, and the time that a gate can resist will be even shorter.

Since we have long planned to retreat, it's time to decide when to retreat.

"Mr. Weasley?"

Looking at the several lines of sight turned to his side, and those Aurors who are still trying to stop the attack of the black wizard, Ron has no time to think about more countermeasures.

Anyway, no matter what he thinks, he is just Ron Weasley. He can't become Neville, Harry and even Marca because of a flash of inspiration.

Up to now, what skills do you have? Isn't it clear enough?

"Everyone is divided into two groups. The players who are not fighting with each other immediately go upstairs. Now the window on the second floor suppresses the enemy with the visual advantage brought by height! At the same time, be ready to increase the suppression when you see the teammates downstairs stop casting spells and start to evacuate -"

This is the most reasonable retreat Ron can think of, but he is not sure whether it can be done or not. But at least, he has other blocking means ready at all times!

"It should be... No problem."

When Ron murmured in his heart, the Aurors who heard his arrangement had taken action.

Among other things, these Aurors of the Ministry of magic cooperated quite well when they obeyed orders and acted collectively. Even under Ron's rather rough instructions, they responded quickly and accurately.

Soon, we could see that the people waiting for rotation in each position immediately separated from the teammates in charge of blocking, and ran to the stairs without hesitation.

And that is, more than ten seconds later, the magic spells falling upstairs began to increase.

"Boom -"

The gate is still shaking from time to time, the enemy's bombardment is becoming more and more powerful, and even the wall joints strengthened by magic are gradually cracked.

"Magic Slate... Safe guarding... All protected..."

Ron began to increase the defense strength of the gate and wall in the back. Although this may be a drop in the bucket, it's better than doing nothing.

When he found that the Aurors who went to the second floor were already in place, and the spells falling from the upstairs became dense, he finally shouted:

"The rest -"

Just after he opened his mouth, he suddenly thought of something, which made him hurry back - not surprisingly, the healer devont is still studying the plague curse there, and he hasn't even moved more than half of his position.

"Come here first and take Mr. devont and Mr. tucker to the second floor! Come on!"

After that, he picked up his wand and pushed it up again, trying to make up for the vacant firepower as much as possible.

"Yes!"

The three Aurors responded, and then decisively withdrew from the window to let Ron and the other Aurors stop the enemy.

The three of them ran quickly towards devont and tucker in the corner.

"Boom!" "click -"

Suddenly, when the gate was subjected to a powerful bombardment, a cracking sound made everyone present jump.

"Get out! Get out. When you get upstairs, the phantom will move away immediately. Mr. Tucker can't take it away. Just stay in the middle of the second floor... Give it to me!"

He said the last sentence with his teeth clenched, because he really had no confidence in protecting others.

But now, what else can we say?

The rest of the auroras did not say anything more, even if they stopped one by one. After the team members on the second floor found that the fire downstairs was weakened, they immediately strengthened the intensity and frequency of the spell again according to Ron's previous intention.

For a time, our magic spell was mixed with the enemy's magic, and the brilliance, flame and explosion almost melted into one outside the window.

However, facts have proved that even Ron's arrangement is actually good. At least he has greatly displayed the abilities of the Aurors.

Unfortunately, even so, he still failed to fully achieve the desired effect.

At that moment, the Aurors in the church had not been completely removed, but the people heard a loud noise - the door was broken after all in the splash of a piece of wood chips.

Seeing more than a dozen black wizards in different clothes holding magic wands outside the door, Ron would rush in from the broken gate the next second. Ron riveted all his strength and smashed the fierce fire bottle he had been holding out.

"Wow -"

For a moment, a dazzling blue flame burst out at the door and mercilessly spilled on the black wizards.

To be honest, Ron still doesn't know where the black wizards came from, but it's obviously not so important.

Because he just needs to understand that those guys are his enemies, that's enough!

"Go! Get up and get out of this church! I'll hold them as long as I can and buy you time."

It must be said that Maka's fierce fire bottle is still quite powerful. If you are just a normal black wizard and want to rush directly with this highly attached flame, the outcome is basically a death.

However, the disadvantages of the fierce fire bottle are also obvious. The flames that fall on the ground and fail to directly hit people will be extinguished in a short time because of the lack of magic as fuel.

Ron has only one bottle, no more, so how should he deal with so many enemies rushing in?

"I should have refused decisively at that time. It seems that I still haven't really straightened out my position."

Ron stared at the blue fire wall, watching the enemies who had been hit roll in the fire, and gradually disappeared, but there was something wrong in his heart.

Even though he has destroyed several enemies, it is still Maka's strength, not his own.

"When the fire goes out, I'll withdraw... I'm just a little sorry for Mr. Tucker upstairs."

Just thinking so, he suddenly heard a cold cry across the fire wall:

"For Mr. helbo! Rush over!"

Who's so desperate? Didn't he see those companions burned by the devil's flame? Dare you rush?

In Ron's mind, when the idea flashed, he really saw a figure darting out of the fire wall and running towards him with a blue flame.

With magic as fuel, the flame floated more than ten feet on it, making the other party almost turn into a running fireball.