Chapter 822 Unqualified Soldier

"Boom boom boom boom—"

A series of explosions suddenly sounded in the black market, followed by billowing smoke and blazing flames.

This is a "little joke" made by Maca and the wizards in the black market.

There are a lot of little elves kidnapped by Maca from the isolated island in the sea of ​​Rowena. Once gathered together, a single round of salvo will have quite astonishing effects.

Just like Voldemort and his Death Eaters trying to launch a general attack on Hogwarts, this kind of attack can't help powerful wizards at Dumbledore's level, but it can form a strong deterrent to ordinary wizards.

In the beginning, these explosions only appeared in the residential areas with very few people, but soon people discovered that the explosions in the entire area seemed to have a tendency to spread to other areas.

"boom!"

There was another explosion, and this time everyone finally saw it clearly - someone was casting a spell to destroy maliciously, and there were definitely a lot of "destroyers"!

"Run!"

I don't know who yelled, and the flow of people on the street began to surge, rushing to the other side of the black market.

The herd utility has begun to exert its power.

Seeing that most of the people were pushing away from the explosion, the rest subconsciously started to run. At this moment, most of the people did not know each other, but they had almost the same idea in their hearts - "Run!"

And at this moment, in the opposite end of the block from the residential area that was being bombarded by a large area, a group of wizards all wearing uniform solid-color robes gathered at the end of the main road.

Above them, a string of letters formed by a spell merged into a glittering word:

"The door key collection place."

They were all Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, but here, being an Auror was of little use.

Maca has a fairly good understanding of the psychology of these wizards in the black market, and he knows that it is undoubtedly naive to let these guys obey the command and escape here.

But no matter what, he couldn't do nothing to save the wizards in the entire black market. Even if he can be ruthless himself, he cannot let the Ministry of Magic or even the International Federation of Wizards know his ruthlessness.

So, after thinking about it, he simply used this "shepherd style" method.

If the elves who are making explosions are compared to sheepdogs, then the wizards who are driven away in the black market are sheep. As for the Auror he placed on the other side, it would act as the "exit of the sheepfold".

Standing on the top of a relatively tall building in the residential area, Maca watched the crowds of people on the street in the distance, and a subtle smile appeared on his face.

For the British Ministry of Magic, this is done in order to fulfill its obligations.

Even though the black market appears to be an area that is always on the edge of the British magic world, in the final analysis, it is also a part of the magic world.

Where there is light, there is darkness, and reconciling light and darkness is what the Ministry of Magic has always been doing.

When there is a problem with the black market, it is also the job of the Ministry of Magic to protect the residents of the black market.

But for Maca, this is actually somewhat unclear.

His purpose has always been to deal with Haierbo, and if Haierbo no longer poses a threat to the British magic world, it is obvious that emptying an underground black market will not have any substantial impact on Haierbo.

If that guy wants to do something, he can change places to continue tossing at any time.

"So, this can only be a 'little joke'..."

Maca looked into the distance, muttered to himself, then turned and left the roof. But seeing him dodge, the next second he rushed out in a certain direction at an extremely fast speed, and disappeared into the thick smoke in a blink of an eye.

...

The roof where Maca was standing just now is more than a hundred feet away from the Werther family's mansion. And near this street, it is also the main target of some elves' spell bombing.

However, none of those curses fell on the location of Werther's mansion.

Listening to the rumbling explosion outside, most members of the Werther family showed expressions of surprise.

There is no way, an attack of this scale cannot be dealt with by normal means. Even if they want to run, they have to weigh whether they can run out of the bombing range!

"Has the protective spell been rolled out?"

A steward hurried down from upstairs and asked a question.

"Everyone has been dispatched, and all four sides are preparing to be in place. It should start soon." This is another family steward answering.

Although Witte's mansion has not been attacked so far, no one can guarantee that it will never be bombed. Therefore, stepping up preparations for defense is the safest option.

And at the same time, in the underground secret room.

"Spell bombing?"

Haierbo's expression moved slightly, but he couldn't figure out why for a while.

"Is that McClain again? What is he trying to do this time..." After thinking for a while, he turned around and said, "Arrange the defense work, and then send someone to check the situation...Other things, Never mind."

He didn't care what would happen to the Werther family. In his opinion, this was just a small accident. What's more, right now he has more important things to do!

"……OK."

The old Patriarch Werther responded helplessly, then turned and left.

"boom!"

As soon as the old Patriarch left, Hai Erbo in the secret room immediately waved his hand. Immediately, Yasa, who fell unconscious on the ground, suddenly rose into the air, and then was thrown back heavily to the hard ground.

"Uh……"

As he woke up slowly, the dull pain in his back and legs made him frown.

The fall just now was not light. If he hadn't undergone transformation, and his physique in normal form was much better than ordinary people, he would probably have broken a lot of bones by now.

But the next moment, while still lying on the ground, he caught a glimpse of Hai Erbo who was sitting not far away.

"Who are you? Where is this? Why did you bring me here?"

Three questions in a row expressed the doubts in Asaph's heart. But even if he already understood the strength of the guy in front of him, it wouldn't make him lose the necessary calmness.

"Me?" Hai Erbo chuckled, "You don't need to know who I am."

Before he could finish speaking, there was a flash of sharpness in his deep eyes, and the two soul-penetrating gazes seemed to have an invisible suction force, which made Yasa unable to restrain his gaze.

Immediately, his body shook, and his brain roared.

After a while, Yasa felt his consciousness regained, but the feeling of loss of strength all over his body made it difficult for him to support his body, and he fell limply to the ground with a plop.

"Hmph, didn't you even tell your subordinates where you are?" Haierbo narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "Why don't I believe it?"

"So... you want to find our boss?" Asa, who was lying on the ground, said with some difficulty, "If you want the summoning part of "Abatel", you can exchange the life of Maca McLean... ..."

When Haierbo heard this, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I was saved by an old man when I was a child. When I grow up, I am willing to use everything to repay the other party, even if I sacrifice myself... Hey, what a beautiful friendship! Don't you think so?"

For Haierbo's ridicule, Asa looked unmoved. As far as he is concerned, this feeling is the most sincere, and it is also his greatest belief when performing tasks time after time.

And when a person is not even afraid of death, what else can move him?

Because of this, when Maca faced these desperate guys before, he also felt that he had nowhere to use his energy.

However, Haierbo's ridicule did not stop because of Yasa's firm performance.

"Unfortunately," he raised his chin slightly, looked down at the latter and said, "In this world, there are always some people who can indeed become a qualified dead warrior...but you are not included among them."

Just as he was talking, Haierbo suddenly bent down and stared closely at Yasa's face.

"I heard that your companion named 'Milian' has been by your boss's side for a few years?"

"I also heard that she is in the black market right now?"

"I heard again...Although you never mention it, you still secretly love this childhood partner..."

The more he said, the more indifferent Asa's expression became. The contrast between the tense face and the sharp eyes gradually became more and more sharp.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Yasa finally couldn't help but speak, his voice was as cold as ice slag mixed in, making people feel that even the air dropped several degrees at once.

However, Haierbo, who was sitting not far away, seemed unaware of it.

"Don't you understand what I'm talking about?"

His words seemed to be just to tease him casually for fun. After saying these words, he stood up indifferently and walked towards the door of the secret room.

Haierbo's pace was not fast, ta, ta, ta... Every step seemed to knock on Yasa's heart.

Yes, what this guy wants to know has already been obtained from his head. As far as this guy is concerned, he, Asaph, is useless trash.

So what was the guy supposed to do after teasing him so casually?

"wait!"

Yasa's voice became hoarse for some reason, and there was a kind of pain condensed in his heart, which burned his gratitude to 'Grandpa Lavin'.

There are many types of love. For Asaph, Miriam's weight may be much heavier than he imagined.

"I can find her for you. Believe me, it will be faster than finding her yourself!"

Hai Erbo's footsteps did not stop.

"Wait, stop! I...I can take you there, but...you have to promise that once you get what you want, you will let us go...no, at least let her go!"

Asaph shouted hoarsely, but would it... help?

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