Chapter 1192

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For thousands of years, vampires have fallen in the constant fighting.

There are paladins full of justice and archbishops full of love for the world, but the group of witches is relatively friendly.

However, no matter what kind of person, Trevor has not seen this kind of person running away when he does not agree with each other for more than 300 years. One second, he still wants to have a century duel with you and never die. The next second, this person needs to catch the explosion of the magic spell and quickly escape.

This led to a sort of trance like illusion.

Who am I? Where am I? What do I want?

This makes the old vampire a little angry, even the dragon's blood drunk yesterday is restless in the body.

"Kill him for me!"

Far away, this is the most exasperated word that Fanling heard from Trevor.

It's not a good idea to retreat under the dark night.

The magic power of Sorcerer's stone constantly supplies the consumption of magic of Vaseline.

If you want to fly, you can't manifest your body anywhere and anytime like Voldemort.

For a moment, the originally dark night sky was slightly bright, and the magical body sped eastward with silvery light, and then, following the silvery white streamer, fourteen blood red figures turned into shadows in the air.

In the end, Trevor sent out three people to deal with Hermione, but it was the best result for van Lin.

Back to the burrow, where there will be resistance, leaving a few vampires is not a difficult thing, as for the present, looking for their old enemy is obviously more suitable.

Manifesting the arm, without stopping, one curse after another hinders the vampire's approach.

This is really a very difficult thing, even if there is a magic stone support, in the case of shielding the pain, still let Fanlin feel a burst of emptiness.

A large number of magic collisions are like a dazzling fireworks show in the sky, but a pair of 14, even if van Lin is in how to hit the spirit, it is inevitable that some magic charms still break through his defense.

"It's really bad!" Van Lim's body was stunned, and then the whole body was revealed, leaving a scorched scar on the shoulder, which seemed to be spreading.

However, the left hand caresses, with the ice will block the wound, the vampire's magic is always very bad, fortunately, Fanlin's physique is different from ordinary people, and has a certain control ability for blood, otherwise it will inevitably break an arm like that night Qi.

One armed wizard?

Van Lin is not as calm as Professor moody's.

Pick up a good mood, looking at the vampire approaching quickly, inexplicably, the corner of van Lin's mouth aroused a trace of smile.

"I hope you'll keep up." Van Lin talks to himself. With the sound of the air burst, van Lin's body becomes distorted in space, just like a black hole formed in his abdomen. Before he can see it clearly, he disappears in front of Trevor.

"Mouse!"

"Lock him for me!" Said Trevor, following the magic waves of the phantoms.

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"The wizarding world doesn't seem to be very stable."

After drinking a little rum, Hopkin Owen felt much better. It was the most enjoyable time of the day. It was always hard in the Knights' order. You must keep a strong body, otherwise he would not be able to control the silver armor on his body.

It's part of his strength, and he's also wary of the younger generation who's experienced a lot.

Paladin of the Holy See, this is definitely a profession that sounds very compelling.

So, for Owen, at the end of the day's patrol, returning to the tower and pouring a rum is the most enjoyable thing for Owen.

"Yes, I heard that wizard came back ten years ago." A knight said, take off the saber, silver armor and saber impact, issued a jingle sound.

"Hey, be careful, Tyler!" Owen cried out, "if your sword is marking my armor, I think I'll probably leave something on your face."

"It can repair itself anyway, can't it, brother. Take it easy." The man named Tyler said, casually hanging his sword against the wall, turned around and walked to the wine cabinet.

"Hey, hey, put my rum down for me..." Owen, waving his arms and shouting, was about to rush in when a knight in a hurry came in.

"What's the matter?" Owen frowned. "Who is your guide?"

"I Sorry, Irving Knight... " The knight's voice seemed a little immature, "I'm a Wallison Knight..."

"Very well, go back and make your own punishment!" Taylor said indifferent, self-care to take off his armor, "two Knight rules, good control of your impetuous character."？？

"So, are you implying me?" Owen wants to say it out loud. He knows his partner very well.

Innuendo, this kind of thing is just at your fingertips

"So, what's the matter, trainee Knight..." Owen said that, a sweep before the relaxation and dissatisfaction, but looked at him seriously.

"Tell Knight Owen, it's your holiness!" said the knight, standing at attention. "Your Holiness has informed you to come and find him with your armor and sword."

"Armor and sword?" Owen muttered, "I see. You can leave, knight."

"What does your holiness want you to do? Is there anything interesting for you to do? Think about it. How long has it been since I received such an order, ten years or twenty years? "

"This may have something to do with the commotion in the wizarding world. As far as I know, a group of mice hiding in the dark are not very peaceful."

"It's not very peaceful. Why, did that man take over the power of the dark world?"

"Oh, maybe, that's what happened before, werewolves, Dementors, giants and undead..." Owen said quickly, "but someone solved it. It was the wizard who fought Greenwood."

"Dumbledore, an internationally renowned figure, but as far as I know, he did not endure, was disarmed by one of his students, and then betrayed by Hogwarts' men, a sad figure..."

"If he's sad Forget it... " Owen shook his head. "For the strong, we need to be respectful, man, and witches are obviously worth fighting for than the heretics."

"Oh, in my opinion, it doesn't make any difference, Owen." Tyler gulps the rum out of his glass. "Whether it's a wizard or something, it includes us."

"So, that's why you can only be my deputy, Tyler." Owen shook his head. "We need the power. Faith makes us pure."

"It's very pure. If you shave a bald head, you may become better. Maybe, think about the former chief judge." Tyler said lazily, throwing the armor out of the bed.

"Can't you treat it well?" Owen was a little helpless, his fingers gently hooked, and the armor that fell on the ground automatically flew to the top of the hanger.

"It's to help you practice magic!"

"So it's going to hit one side of the floor every day?"

"If you can use it, I don't have so many requirements. What's more, without this thing, my feeling may be better. A bunch of instructions from the dead don't sound so wonderful."

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