Chapter 2407

In people's hearts, fear and fear can often coexist.

When John was in this disaster area, of course, he couldn't help thinking about what he heard and saw, and then maybe unconsciously connected the shock with the worst possibility in his heart.

For example, according to the information obtained from the workshop, at least John thought it was mostly the actions of the ancient black Wizard "despicable halbo";

For example, the far-off icicle that is beyond the reach of human beings... In addition to Haier Bo, who holds the powerful ancient magic, who can be so "rampant" in today's disaster land?

The British young strongman, Marca McLean? Although it seems from a series of intelligence accounts that the other party is indeed very powerful, the young man is still invincible to Haier Bo, and he can't even defend his own country and hometown. Today, there is less and less news about that McClane. I'm afraid it's more and more bad after all?

After combing through a large amount of intelligence information recently obtained, John's view on the current overall situation in Europe is relatively consistent with the conclusion of the workshop management - it is unwise to try to face the enemy head-on in the face of this unprecedented disaster. The overthrow of Britain and Hogwarts has proved everything.

Now, when John saw with his own eyes the huge icicle that seemed to split the sky in two in the direction of old London, he was more convinced that his judgment was right.

Yes, if that's also the "masterpiece" of the black wizard helbo... A lot of things can make sense. At the same time, it will further prove the correctness of the workshop and the trip they planned.

However.

"... 'Haier Bo'? Who is that? The master said that he had no name."

"Not Haier Bo?"

Unexpectedly, he had just speculated in his mind, and even later John had begun to plan for his next meeting with Haier Bo, but he didn't even guess this premise correctly.

However, just when he wanted to continue to ask for clarification, the girl in front suddenly turned and said:

"Let's go! It's dawn. It's time to hurry."

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Even if we have reached the distance where we can see the icicle from a distance, it is still not a short time to reach London. After that, John followed the girl for a long time. It was not until another early morning that he finally officially stepped into the outer suburbs of London.

This is because the girl didn't give John time to rest at night last night. They just got the result after rushing all night.

It was also because of the girl's insistence that John vaguely found that the girl seemed to be more eager than him to "go to London".

Yes, from the beginning, John didn't mention the request that the other party take him to London. This is what the girl took the initiative to bring him, isn't it?

But soon, John found that he had no leisure to think about these little things.

"White night... Miss, what's the matter with those... Is it all right for us to go this way?"

Nothing happened all the way here. It was as calm and smooth as a hike with a slightly special environment. In this regard, although John was uneasy, he was also very happy. At least his life was safe for the time being.

But now, when the journey finally arrived near the eastern suburbs of London, he gradually found that some unknown figures gradually appeared in the dead trees, houses and ruins in the distance, and some of the remaining deserted buildings.

He was sure that those would never be human beings!

Occasionally, in the second floor window of an abandoned apartment, he even saw a terrible face with a distorted and gray face, more than half of which were wrapped in some sarcomatous unknown substance. If you look carefully, you can even find that the unknown "sarcoma" is stirring slightly like the heart - it is by no means the appearance that a normal human can have.

Coupled with the huge icicle in front of him, everything was so strange that John was full of doubt and vigilance.

"'those '? Oh, are you talking about my people living in this area? Don't worry, it's under the command of blood beard. They won't hurt you."

Before the girl's voice fell, John followed his footsteps, and his whole body stiffened suddenly.

People? Should I hear you right? Did she just say... "My people"?

"What's the matter?"

The girl walked along the cracked town street for a few steps, and then suddenly turned back and glanced at John who had stopped in place.

"No... no, it's okay... Keep going!"

John, who had already come all the way with the determination to die, still had an inexplicable regret in his heart - following the other party to London was not a mistake, but maybe he was still a little reckless.

But now, in addition to moving forward, does he have any choice?

Fortunately, John found that although the girl had obviously noticed his difference, she didn't care. Seeing him say so, the head in the girl's hood nodded slightly, and then she continued to turn and walk forward.

John stopped talking, just took a deep breath and silently raised his legs to follow.

There was sight in all directions - he seemed to feel it clearly, even in his back. But when his scalp was numb, his steps did not stop at all.

After all, he is the John Stewart, one of the best Wizards of the Stewart family and the stonemason workshop generation. Even if the pressure is great, he believes that with his optimism and perseverance, he will be able to survive.

And, at least so far, there hasn't been any real crisis, has it?

Step by step, John followed the girl's footsteps like walking on thin ice, straight through a large suburban town along the withered and dilapidated street. In his eyes, the prosperous Muggle block in the past is not much different from the evil nest inhabited by powerful dark magic creatures.

The real old city of London ahead, the city of icicles now... Is almost no different from hell on earth.

Now, the entrance to hell is here.

"White night? Is the gentleman behind you the 'guest' the host asked you to invite?"

Suddenly, John heard a harsh voice in front of him, which suddenly attracted his involuntary attention around him and behind him.