Chapter 1565

"Don't panic, the enemy still has a lot of distance from us! Don't pack up the things in the camp. All the phantoms move and retreat..."

With the approaching speed of the fog in the west, it is obviously too late to count the number.

Maka mixed in the volunteer crowd and ran outside the tent, watching the people disappear from the appearance or alone at Hermione's command. In a hurry, she seemed a little confused.

Maybe it was Hermione's answer in the tent that worked. At least some volunteers with hot blood and unwilling heart are no longer hesitant.

Of course, it could be fear.

"Ah --"

Hearing a terrible howl from the crowd, Maka suddenly turned her head and glanced - it was a young witch who had a split accident during the phantom shift.

In the current tense and repressed emergency evacuation process, her sudden scream immediately affected several companions who were not firm enough in heart, and several similar accidents occurred continuously in just a few seconds.

Seeing this, Maka thought that Hermione's serious injury was finally about to begin.

"Don't worry! I said - there's plenty of time!"

After being surprised by the accident, Hermione's shout immediately spread all over the open space in front of the camp. At the same time, she rushed to treat the wounded who were separated.

It is worth mentioning that Maka saw that Lola, who is good at treatment, and her two friends also went to help.

Unfortunately, by now, in fact, more than half of the volunteers have withdrawn first, including two teams responsible for important materials. Without enough magic drugs, it has become the biggest problem.

"Don't be nervous! I will never leave you..."

Hermione divided the remaining potion into several parts to barely keep the wounded from bleeding to death. But even so, if they can't return through the phantom, someone needs to find a way to take them back.

But there were not many volunteers left with Hermione, because even if someone was ready to sacrifice, Hermione rushed back on the grounds of "not needing so many people".

But Marca, because he just stood aside and didn't say anything, finally stayed very low-key.

"Millan?"

"Huh?"

Not far away, Maka was looking at the approaching fog. Suddenly, she heard someone call him behind her - Lola's voice was low and soft.

"Oh, it's really you! I always thought you didn't come to faresham..."

As she was talking, she suddenly heard the Auror who had been following Hermione say:

"There are two brooms here. I suggest that two people take two wounded people back first, and the remaining two people should be transported back from the ground - who wants to go first?"

As soon as Marca heard it, she seemed to think of something and suddenly turned around.

"Lola, you take a patient back first!"

"Eh? Me?" Luo * * * was stunned when he didn't react from the surprise of finding Maka. "No, i... I'd like to stay..."

However, Maka didn't listen to her at all. He went directly to the Auror, reached out and took one of them, and then turned around and stuffed it into Lola's arms.

"Go! There's no time, hurry!"

If Maka remembers correctly, there are no survivors except Hermione in this fog attack.

Now, he himself has knocked out a "death quota". Among the remaining volunteers... He and the introverted witch named Lola have known each other more or less. If you can help, you'd better help!

Of course, it must be under the premise allowed by the time rule.

"Don't be stunned!"

Maka looked at Lola with a broom in her arms and a tangled face. She immediately grabbed the broom and helped her put it between her feet. Then she waved a magic wand and let one of the injured gently float to her side.

Before long, Lola almost took off in Maka's half urging and half forcing, and went away with the other two towards Canterbury.

"Oh! You looked very handsome just now! When you go back later... I personally think I can look forward to it... Ouch!"

It must be said that in the face of crisis, some people will be afraid and some will panic, but there is also a kind of people who will become indifferent to death after extreme fear.

Yes, just like the patient in charge of transportation by Maka - just now there was a split accident in the phantom shift because of anxiety. Now he is injured and can't even go back, but he seems to see through everything and let go completely.

At this moment, she was even in the mood to talk and laugh with Maka.

However, whether she is numb to fear and pressure or has really seen through life and death, this is obviously not the time to talk about these gossip.

Maka reached out and touched her near her unhealed wound. When she showed her teeth in pain, she cast a floating spell and floated her.

"Let's start moving too! Hurry up, as long as we don't get caught up in the fog -"

On the other side, at Hermione's command, the remaining volunteers took the injured, bypassed the camp and began to move towards spiral town along the road.

Before and after the team transporting the injured, one person held a magic wand to keep alert.

Maka walked in the middle of the line and walked silently for a moment. She couldn't help muttering: "reality is not as romantic as you think... After all, there is no saying of 'going back'."

"What?"

Because the voice was too low, even the injured man floating nearby didn't hear clearly, and Marka obviously didn't have the interest to repeat what she said again.

"Nothing. I'm just talking to myself."

"Oh -"

She was puzzled about Fang Zheng, but suddenly, she looked back inadvertently, and then finally threw those unnecessary gossip aside.

"Do you... Feel that... The speed of the fog approaching seems to be much faster?"

"What?"

As soon as she reminded, everyone looked back and saw that the shadow in the West became bigger and bigger under the night, as if it would swallow the whole world at any time.

Hermione frowned and said loudly:

"Come on! Run!"

In fact, there was no need for Hermione to say. When she saw the scene behind her, everyone spread their legs and ran desperately. The night wind was blowing, and it was a little cold on the body, but it was still not as cold as the people at the bottom of their hearts.

It's too late.