Chapter 1507

Harry, who had a short rest and received treatment at the rear of the battlefield, had rushed to the front again.

Holding Gryffindor's sword, he can still cast magic spells, but now his main combat power is still his outstanding melee ability. Compared with it, magic can only be used as an auxiliary occasionally.

At present, however, the fog has completely shrouded the living corpses. If we rush into the enemy's encirclement to fight as before under the condition of extremely poor vision, the great disadvantage will undoubtedly be fatal.

Not to mention, it is speculated that there seems to be more difficult enemies in the fog.

Under Kingsley's strict prohibition, Harry had to temporarily give up the battle mode of breaking into the enemy group and join the elimination team led by Sirius.

Of course, because he could only wave his wand and cast a spell in the fog, the combat power Harry could provide immediately plummeted. Even if his duel level is not low, it can be said that in the end, it is equivalent to an auro player. Even he himself feels... His existence seems to be a little painless.

"Thunderbolt explosion -" bang! "

After casting another explosion spell and flashing an insignificant orange in the fog, Harry suddenly retreated slightly, allowing the second row of wizards ready to replace in the rear to top his gap.

This kind of rotation attack can give the team members time to rest while keeping the fire as constant as possible, which is especially suitable for this protracted war.

However, this continuous attack is completely invisible because of the cover of the fog. Over time, it will make people more and more agitated due to the mechanized battle.

"It's definitely impossible to go on like this. The forward speed of the corpses has hardly changed..."

Harry was thinking. Suddenly, there was a "crackle" behind him, which made him look back in a hurry.

At that moment, he saw a large group of elves emerging from the rear of the battlefield, and then raised their hands one by one.

"Boom -"

The red magic light threw into the air, and then fell in a parabola, covering into the rolling fog ahead.

It was Maka's wild elves who finally joined the battlefield.

They had appeared earlier when they gathered in spiral Town, but because the coordination of these elves was poor, it was difficult for others to make them act accurately without Maka's presence.

But now in this situation, Kingsley can't let such a group of excellent combat forces only be the guard of the therapist team in the rear.

Now it seems that the effect of just playing is obviously good.

Under a covering blow from the elf, the corpse in the fog was obviously forced to stop, and the fog also temporarily stopped moving forward.

"Oh!"

Unfortunately, when Kingsley's Secret road achieved remarkable results, the nature of those elves who love to mess began to appear.

"Attack! McLean said that as long as we eliminate those dirty enemies, Lord Ferri, our ancestor's friend, will give us rewards! Attack!"

At the command of the old elf lac, the little guys immediately rushed forward, accompanied by some elves who were not good at running moving in space. The original orderly battlefield immediately became a mess.

As soon as the suppression team saw the momentum of the elves, they could only quickly dodge and make way for them, so as not to be dispersed by the large elves.

Then... They rushed into the fog where Kingsley strictly prohibited unauthorized entry.

In the next few minutes, the Wizards of a kind of elimination team stopped one after another to cast magic spells and looked at the "boom" in the fog.

There is no doubt that the fighting power of those wild elves is absolutely amazing. In addition, the number is also quite large. It seems that it is really worth looking forward to what kind of losses can be caused to the army of living corpses.

But a few minutes later, the elf who had just rushed in suddenly ran out in a mess, screaming like a large group of frightened monkeys and ran back to the rear of the battlefield.

Although no one here can understand what they are talking about, it can be seen at a glance that those little guys have suffered losses in the fog.

"What are you looking at? Go in and try!"

Wizards don't understand the ancient language of elves, but with the talent of these elves, they can roughly understand what the wizards who stand on both sides and watch them run out are thinking.

Of course, even if they yell at them, the suppression team will at most seem to understand.

"What kind of farce is this?"

Harry scratched his scalp and watched the elves chirp away. When he noticed that the fog began to drift here again, he hurried to restore the array with everyone and waved his wand vigorously.

"Your name is lark... Right? Well... What happened in there just now?"

Even Kingsley did not use the ELF's language, but he wanted to know about the situation in the fog. So he stopped in front of the elf elder and asked.

"Hmm? What happened?" before old lark opened his mouth, a young elf clan immediately waved his hand and shouted, "powerful enemy, understand? Powerful... Enemy... Fool!"

The little guy also gestured at Kingsley. When he saw the other party's face, he lost his patience and made a face.

"What about the manners of the elf?"

Old Lacker patted the little guy on the head, and then he described the scene in the fog to Kingsley as much as possible.

But when he found that Kingsley still didn't understand, he couldn't help muttering "fool".

"In short, we and other elves only attack from a distance... That's it."

If Kingsley could understand this sentence, he might not help shouting "it should have been so long ago". But in any case, it would be great to let the elves take part in the battle as planned.

Looking at the slightly reduced wild elves regrouping in the rear of the battlefield, Kingsley could not help but breathe a sigh of relief, even if they were just huddled in a pile and had no plan to line up.

At this time, Sirius, who had left the suppression team and returned to spiral Town, finally showed his figure not far away with a burst of space distortion.

"Jenkins -"

Before Sirius could speak, there was a sudden change in the fog on the front line, which had just been tossed by the elves, which attracted everyone's attention, including him.

"What is that?"