Chapter 1506

Harry, who rested for a while at the back of the battlefield and received treatment, has already rushed to the front line again.

Although he is still able to cast spells while holding the Gryffindor sword, his main combat power now lies in his outstanding melee combat ability. Compared with it, magic can only be used occasionally as an auxiliary.

However, at present, the fog has completely shrouded the group of living corpses. If one rushes into the encirclement of the enemy to fight as before when the field of vision is extremely poor, the huge disadvantage will undoubtedly be fatal.

Not to mention, it was speculated that there seemed to be more difficult enemies in the fog.

Under Kingsley's strict prohibition, Harry had to temporarily give up the fighting method of breaking into the enemy group, and joined the suppression team led by Sirius.

Of course, since he could only wave his wand to cast spells in the mist, the combat power that Harry could provide immediately plummeted. Even if his dueling level is definitely not low, in the final analysis, it is equivalent to having an extra Auror team member, even he himself feels... His existence seems to have become a little painless.

"Thunderbolt Explosion" "Bang!"

After casting an explosive spell again, and a blob of inconspicuous orange flashed through the mist, Harry suddenly retreated slightly, allowing the second row of wizards who were always behind to replace him to cover his gap.

This rotating attack can give the players time to rest while keeping the firepower as constant as possible, which is especially suitable for this protracted battle.

It's just that this continuous attack makes people unable to see the results of the battle because of the cover of the fog. After a long time, it will make people more and more restless due to the mechanized battle.

"It's definitely not going to work like this, and the speed of the living corpses has hardly changed..."

Harry was thinking about it, when suddenly there was a "crackling" sound from behind, which made him hastily turn his head to take a look.

And at that moment, he saw a large group of elves appearing from behind the battlefield, and each of them raised their hands.

"boom"

Pieces of red magic light were thrown into the air, and then fell in a parabola, covering and falling into the billowing thick fog ahead.

It was Maca's group of wild elves, and they finally joined the battlefield.

They had appeared earlier when they gathered in Spiral Town, but because of the poor coordination of this group of elves, without Maca present, it would be difficult for others to make them act accurately.

But in the current situation, Kingsley couldn't let such a group of excellent fighters only guard the healer team in the rear.

But now it seems that the effect of just playing is obviously good.

Under a covering blow from the elf, the living corpses in the mist were obviously forced to stop, and the mist also temporarily stopped moving forward.

"Oh!"

It's a pity that just when Kingsley's secret passage achieved remarkable results, those little elves' chaotic nature began to appear immediately.

"Attack! McLean said that as long as those filthy enemies are eliminated, His Excellency Ferry, the friend of the ancestors, will reward us! Attack!"

Under the order of the elf old man Lak, the little guys rushed forward immediately, accompanied by some elves who were not good at running and used space to move and disappear from time to time. The originally orderly battlefield immediately became chaotic.

Seeing the momentum of those little elves, the cleaning team could only dodge in a hurry to make way for them to avoid being scattered by the large group of little elves.

And then...they rushed into the mist that Kingsley strictly prohibited trespassing before.

In the next few minutes, all the wizards of the suppression team stopped casting spells one after another, staring blankly at the "rumbling" sound in the mist.

There is no doubt that the fighting power of those wild elves is absolutely amazing. Coupled with the large number, it seems that it is indeed worth looking forward to what kind of damage it will cause to the army of living corpses.

But a few minutes later, the little elves who rushed in with a bluff just now ran out in a mess, like a large group of frightened monkeys, yelling and running back to the back of the battlefield.

Although no one here could understand what they were talking about, one could tell at a glance that those little guys had suffered in the mist.

"What are you looking at! Go in and try!"

The wizards couldn't understand the ancient language of the elves, but with the talents of these elves, they could roughly understand what the wizards who were standing by and watching them run out were thinking.

Of course, even if they cursed loudly, the suppression team would at best half understand it.

"What kind of farce is this?"

Harry scratched his scalp, watching the elves receding chirping, and only when he noticed that the mist started drifting this way again, he hurriedly resumed the formation with everyone, and vigorously waved the wand in his hand.

"Your name is Luke...isn't it? What...what happened in there just now?"

Even Kingsley didn't change the elf's language, but he still wanted to know about the situation in the mist. So, I saw him stop in front of the elf elder, and began to ask questions gesturing.

"Huh? What happened?" Before Old Lark could speak, a young elf immediately waved his hand and said loudly, "A powerful enemy, do you understand? A powerful...enemy...idiot!"

The little guy also gestured at Kingsley a few times, and when he saw the other party's bewildered expression, he immediately made a face as if he lost his patience.

"What about elf etiquette?"

Old Lark patted the little guy's head vigorously, and then described the scene in the fog to Kingsley with gestures as much as possible.

But when he found that Kingsley still didn't understand, he couldn't help muttering "Idiot".

"Anyway, I waited for the little elves to attack from a distance... That's it."

If Kingsley could understand this sentence, he probably couldn't help shouting "It should be so long ago". But no matter what, it would be great if these elves could honestly participate in the battle as planned.

Seeing the slightly reduced number of wild elves gathered at the back of the battlefield, even though they were just in a random pile without any intention of lining up, Kingsley couldn't help but secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

And it was at this time that Sirius, who had left the suppression team and returned to Helix Town, finally revealed his figure not far away with a burst of space distortion.

"Kings"

Before the newly appeared Sirius had time to speak, in the fog that had just been tossed by the group of elves on the front line, some kind of abnormality suddenly occurred, which attracted the attention of everyone including him.

"That is?"