Chapter 1528

"Maka, the easternmost transfer camp in the urban area has been completely removed, and there are mobile evacuation teams in the field area on the way. They are trying their best to confirm whether there are any omissions, including Faversham town. They have entered the closing stage. Roughly calculate the time, they should be able to complete the evacuation before sunset!"

"Oh, that's good news..."

At present, the fog all the way from London has covered most of the city of sitingbourne.

Although we have experienced resistance from several cities on the way, we still feel sad when we see a series of tragedies, such as house collapse, building collapse, road cracking and so on.

Yes, including Maka, she is in the same mood at the moment.

Therefore, when Kingsley's report came from behind, although he was very happy, he couldn't help sighing in his heart.

Up to now, those living corpses that have been resurrected from the fog have actually gradually slowed down their growth rate. Moreover, with the joint efforts of Maka and the evacuation forces, their number has been effectively reduced.

At this moment, although Maka is quite tired and even moves much slower, his struggle for so long today is obviously valuable.

"Boom -"

When a huge corpse hit down, although Maka was a little slow, she dodged accurately, and went straight under the other party without retreating.

After he cleanly let the ice edge in his hand cross his ankles on both sides, he ran away again and retreated to Kingsley's near.

Looking at the huge corpse falling to the ground and shaking the ground under their feet, and crushing a group of corpses, Maka took advantage of the gap between the rear corpses.

At present, such a huge living corpse individual formed by the aggregation of a large number of living corpses, he no longer completely hanged and buried it. Even if they are only temporarily blocked after falling down on the road, they can effectively block the enemies other than flying corpses more or less.

When Marca habitually took a short break and Harry came on to remove a few missing corpses one by one... Suddenly, Auror, who was responsible for confirming the route in the rear, crossed the road closure team and hurried to the front.

"Minister, we caught a snooping boy in the back woods. I asked and said I wanted to see Mr. McLean."

"Looking for me?" Marca said, wiping the sweat stains on her forehead. "Who is it? 'the boy who looks for his head'... Is it Ron?"

But when the Auror heard it, he immediately shook his head.

"We know the Weasleys for the time being -"

"Who else could it be?" Marca shrugged. "Anyway... Although it's busy at the moment, let him see me if you want to see me! Bring him over!"

"OK."

The Auror answered, immediately turned and trotted away for a moment, and then he really came with a boy who looked about the same age as Ron and them.

"Here, minister, Mr. McLean, that's him!"

The Auror pushed the boy forward, then stood beside him and stopped talking. Even the boy's turn and stare seemed to be ignored as if he hadn't seen it.

Yes, obviously, the boy who suddenly broke into the front line against the corpses alone was Gary, the grandson of the black wizard who stole from Faversham town.

At this time, although he was very angry with Auror who pushed himself. But when I thought that I was really sent to the "legendary McLean" now, I didn't dare to attack easily after all.

Gary suddenly turned back again, looked back and forth between Marca and Kingsley, and then his eyes were involuntarily attracted by Harry, who was holding Gryffindor's sword.

"That's... Marca McLean?"

To be honest, because Maka hardly touched the blood of a living corpse in the battle. Although the battle lasted a long time, there was only some dust on her body. Harry, on the other hand, could not move as fast as Makana, and could only fight with the corpse at close range, and his whole body was almost covered with blood.

In addition, Harry has really grown during this period of time, and his skills in using swords have become much more proficient. It seems that others can be called gorgeous.

No wonder the boy looked back and forth and soon mistook Harry for Marca.

"All right, hurry up! What are you doing here?" Kingsley saw that Maka seemed too lazy to point out that the boy recognized the wrong person, so he simply skipped the steps and asked directly, "it's very dangerous here. It's not a place where you can run around casually!"

However, Gary ignored Kingsley's admonition and immediately waved his hand and said:

"Don't be wordy! Didn't that guy make it clear just now? I'm looking for McLean! I have something to find him, and I can only talk to him!"

"You --"

In the final analysis, the black wizard family Hermione met in faresham was only a small matter before such a disaster, and she didn't even need to report in all aspects. After that, Hermione only summarized the situation of the wizard residents and sent a slightly annotated written report to spiral town.

Therefore, neither Kingsley nor Maka can know what happened to this boy before.

Seeing that the other party didn't buy Kingsley's account, Maka waved to Kingsley, who wanted to teach him a lesson, then looked at the other party and said:

"I said, don't you usually read the newspaper? I'm the Marca McLean you're looking for... Just say what you want to say to me! Don't waste your time."

But the boy glared at Maka after he heard him declare his identity.

"Just you?" Gary frowned loudly. "Do you think I'm blind or stupid? That -- that's Marca McLean! As for you..."

He was talking when Harry, who was fighting with his sword, slipped under his feet. Although he immediately adjusted his center of gravity, he was rushed behind by a small corpse.

Seeing the corpse snap Harry's arm in an instant, he opened his mouth and was about to bite him on the neck.

Although Maka is talking here, she always grasps the changes in the field. At that moment, without looking back, he threw the ice edge back, pierced the head of the small living corpse like lightning, wiped Harry's shoulder and flew into the living corpses.

Accompanied by a series of "clala La" freezing sound, the living corpses on that straight line turned into ice sculptures, and fell to the ground with inertia and fell into white fragments.

"Just talking to you made me waste an ice edge..." Maka shook her hand, then stopped talking to the boy and went straight back to the battlefield.

"Harry, change! You can come back."