Chapter 2213

In fact, even Ron himself felt a little funny when he talked about the reason why he was unconscious in the tent. Because the reason why he fainted was that he was less bewitched by the devil "arrogance", but more because of excessive blood loss.

Yes, before, in order to refresh himself and prevent himself from falling into the temptation of "arrogance", he just stabbed his thigh with a knife, and once there was no good meat on his leg.

But later, "arrogance" had already given up the guy who could do anything, and the reason for his dizziness was gradually replaced by a lot of blood loss.

In fact, it was still so tragic. Later, Hermione and they were very moved by his firmness. But at the thought that he was finally stun by himself, except for the initial respect, there was only a trace of crying and laughing.

However, perhaps it was precisely because of this seemingly funny but particularly appropriate coma time that Ron "inadvertently" opened up a new road for everyone in the confused fog at that time.

This road may not be right, but at least it is another practical step for Hermione and his party.

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"Wow -"

In the ruins of the already dilapidated stronghold, a small tent stood in the chaotic camp area. Suddenly, the curtain of the tent was lifted from the inside, and a figure that looked light and soft came out of it.

It was clearly Mr. Ron Weasley who survived the ravages of the living corpses and demons.

"No one?"

I don't know when the rain outside has stopped, and the ground has become a little muddy. He took two vain steps. He only felt that the soles of his shoes were sticky. It took more effort to lift his feet than usual.

As he said, the surrounding Rune towers are still there, but there seems to be no one in the stronghold.

It's quiet around here. Looking around, it's full of desolation.

Ron stood where he was and sighed weakly. Then he thought about it and muttered:

"... southeast. Yes, the retreat route is southeast. In the worst case, if you insist on walking all the way to the beach, someone will certainly pick you up."

After confirming this, he touched the rune arm shield on his forearm, and then walked step by step in the direction of Hermione's retreat.

It was only when he passed near the east tower that he made a slight detour and decided to go up to the tower to observe the surrounding situation.

"Well, I have to find a broom by the way. It would be safer if I could fly -"

Ron went up the tower talking to himself, went to the lookout and looked out. But at this glance, what he saw made his breath stagnate, and he couldn't even finish what he said.

Because he suddenly found that there were two figures sitting and standing on the barren slope not far away. When he looked out and saw the two figures, the other party turned and looked at him at the same time.

"Plop."

After being stunned for a moment, Ron subconsciously shrank behind the windowsill, and because his feet were weak, he immediately sat down on the floor.

"See me... Unless they are blind, those two guys must have seen me!"

He murmured in his heart, but he couldn't help recalling the two figures he had just seen. He didn't know the big man standing among them, but he remembered the other guy sitting.

That is undoubtedly the high-level corpse who had fought with "arrogance" before he was unconscious - the one who manipulated the air flow to trigger a black storm!

Although the other party once had a hand with the devil in front of everyone, this does not mean that the other party is not hostile to mankind. You know, they are all living corpses! And humans are not only companions, but also enemies all the time. There are countless people who die in their hands and then become their kind.

"No... it's even more important to find a broom as soon as possible. Even if you can't fly it, it can last for a while, can't you?"

Always swimming in danger with Hermione and Harry, Ron has formed some instinctive reactions in the face of danger. Those thoughts flashed through his mind, but his body had acted.

Even if the body is still unwell, there is always a squeeze of human potential in the face of life danger. He hurried down the stairs and returned to the first floor of the tower.

He still remembered that there should be some flying brooms in the storage room repaired below. At least they didn't take them all away before everyone evacuated. He might be able to find one for himself.

However, although Hermione's evacuation was indeed a little hasty, the evacuation process was rehearsed in advance. In addition, most of the wizards who can come here have considerable psychological quality and still maintain the minimum order in the face of the destruction of the stronghold.

When Ron rushed into the storeroom, he found that there was nothing left about the retreat except some ordinary wartime supplies.

"That's terrible! When making a plan, Hermione should be reminded of the possibility that there are still survivors after the stronghold is broken!"

He murmured a little depressed, but he didn't stop at his feet. As soon as he found that there was nothing he needed in the storeroom, he immediately turned and ran out of the East Tower, and then ran straight to the south.

Unfortunately, his speed is really not fast.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a tall figure suddenly fell from the air and landed heavily in front of him, blocking his way.

This guy probably jumped over directly. When he landed on the ground, the strong impact splashed a lot of mud and gravel. Ron was not only covered in mud, but also hurt on his forehead. It was obvious that he was hit by stones.

However, compared with this trivial dirt and pain, the immediate crisis is obviously more worrying to Ron.

"It's over."

Thinking so, his hand subconsciously touched the rune arm shield on his arm, but soon, he put the hand down again.

With the strength of the high-level corpse who can fight with the devil, this thing is not very useful, at least it is almost impossible to compete with that guy. And the big man who is two or three heads taller than him... It's a little hard to say, but it's probably not much worse than that guy, right?

No matter what he thought, Ron felt that the probability of his successful escape was infinitely close to zero.

"Dead."