Chapter 1413

Perhaps it is because Maka's request for everyone to leave London has made many people who hide in the dark and watch the situation see the change of the situation, and all kinds of black wizards are ready to move.

Leaving aside the fools who besieged Auror at Grace field church, a large number of black wizards are secretly gathering in London.

However, it is clear that the existence of namaka McLean still makes these followers uneasy. Except for a few guys who have courage but have a bad mind, the other black wizards still don't dare to be too blatant. Everything is basically low-key.

But it's also obvious that even if those guys are only acting secretly, Ron's trip to London will be a trip full of crisis.

At this moment, he seemed to have some lingering palpitations when he just appeared on a country road in the suburbs of London.

"Fortunately... Fortunately, I succeeded this time. I didn't lack arms and legs..."

For Ron, who is still not good at phantom development, this first step alone was almost an accident - he felt an obvious tear on his lower leg when he was just moving.

But after a little stamping, he found that his feet were still growing well on himself and had not been left in the church full of terrible memories.

However, before he could take a few more steps towards downtown London, a series of footsteps came from the path behind him. He suddenly looked back, but he didn't know when there were several strangers dressed in various wizard robes around the corner.

After realizing that the other party had seen himself, Ron thought and didn't hide at all. He tightened his tight black robe and went on.

He picked up the robe at random in the church. It obviously didn't fit well and was loose on his body. However, he only found this one with a hood and no blood stains, so he had to make do with it.

"Those people are going to London, too? Who are they?"

Ron pondered as he walked, and his palm unknowingly exuded a little sticky cold sweat - in connection with his previous experience, who else would like to go to London now?

After all, London is almost empty anyway. Except for those who look for Maka like him, it seems that there are only people who look for Haier Bo.

"You'd better not have anything to do with them!" Ron thought to himself. "But... Although it's impossible, what if they take the initiative?"

Fortunately, the strangers obviously didn't want to communicate with him. The two sides walked forward in silence one after another, each consciously maintaining a fixed distance.

More than ten minutes later, when he met a fork in the road, Ron took the initiative to choose the road sign that was farther from the urban area and separated from the group behind.

After looking back and never seeing those people again, he looked around, then turned around and plunged into the woods by the side of the road.

In fact, he is familiar with the area around London - at least much better than the group of strangers who come from other countries at first sight. If you don't mind walking through more rugged woodland, you can enter the suburbs of London faster through this forest.

And more importantly, walking like this is naturally much more hidden than moving forward on the main road!

After walking for about ten or twenty minutes, Ron pushed aside a clump of lush bushes and returned to the road outside from the woods.

Until here, the road under our feet is no longer the dirt road as before, but has long been paved with bricks and stones. Needless to say, he should arrive in London soon.

Walking gently on the flat road, Ron's pace became much easier without the ups and downs just walking through the forest. As he walked, he looked up and looked ahead. The fog like a huge mountain had already stood in his view.

"I really don't want to go at all!"

He sighed in his heart. He kept walking along the road in the direction of the fog.

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To tell the truth, Ron was actually quite stable along the way. Although he met several strangers suspected of being black wizards, the two sides separated from each other without any involvement.

However, Ron's luck has obviously never been very good.

No, when he walked straight along the suburban road for some time, as soon as he entered the edge of the fog area, he saw another group of very suspicious guys blocking the only way to downtown London.

Of course, he said it was "the only way". If he was willing to go around for a long way, he could still enter the city. Unfortunately, he is in a hurry now. It's good to find Maka a a minute earlier.

Looking at the group of seemingly malicious guys occupying the road for some reason, he squatted behind the trees on the street for a while, observed the situation, and finally decided to live from here.

"No way, it's too far to go another way... Not to mention that there's no way to move the phantom in the fog. Even if it's OK, I'd better use it less at my level!"

But how should he pass? Those guys don't look good at all!

"It's only a hundred and ten feet away. There's an alley over there... Why don't you try to sneak past while they're distracted?"

Ron suddenly remembered Neville's patron saint of the lion - although he couldn't summon such a powerful patron saint, he still had no problem with ordinary ones. After all, he also practiced, didn't he?

However, there are more than ten people wandering on the road there. It would be nice to draw all their attention away, but as long as one sees him, the situation will turn sharply downward.

Can he do it?

Thinking of this, Ron subconsciously touched the pocket in his arms.

"There is also a bottle of immortal hidden medicine..." he murmured so silently, and he immediately shook his head. "No, this is the last means to protect his life. You can't use it here."

Why don't you try the way you just thought?

Although the risk is not small, the key lies in the performance of the patron saint - can he distract all those guys?

After such hesitation for a long time, Ron clenched his teeth, touched the trees and approached the road as carefully as possible. His wand was already aimed at the other side of the road.

It must be said that there is only one chance, because the second effect is definitely not as good as the first. He has no chance to try.

"Call God's guard!"

Suddenly Ron took a deep breath and whispered.