Chapter 1500? Burning Man

Seeing Uncle Leonard and Ian standing safely in the room, Jessica, who had been worrying about them in the floating city, finally relaxed her tense body; Ian looked at the thin body standing beside Owen Many Jessicas frowned, and the momentary thought was that Jessica was brought here as a hostage by them, but after thinking about it, they laughed at themselves. Alan's personality would not use such methods, the other party really No need for a hostage to do anything...

There was a sound of brushing the ground, and the wand was pulled out and held in the hands of some American Aurors who were on high alert and nervous, but before these American wizards came to say anything urgently, Penello waved a semicircle in the air with his bare hands——suddenly She stopped her movements and frowned at Owen and Leonard, then bit her lips in annoyance, pressed the tip of the wand and turned downward, and the wand in her hand suddenly cast a spell.

Pulling out the wand and pointing it at Allen and Owen's American wizards, I found that the tip of the wand in my hand suddenly burst into blue sparks, crackling explosions sounded, and the flames burned along the wand little by little.

The speed of the flames was so fast that the Aurors had to throw away their wands immediately, so as not to be burned by the flames, and the wands turned into ashes and spilled on the ground. A wizard stretched out his hand to keep him, but he was in vain. He pinched his fingers in his palm, and finally he could only look at Penello in horror.

Penelope snorted coldly, but she looked at her palm again after she finished speaking, and she quickly suppressed it after a little joyful expression appeared on her face: "Next time you point someone with a wand, the one who gets burned will not More than just wands."

"Everyone, please don't be nervous, we don't have any malicious intentions... In fact, I think everyone knows very well that if my son did it in the first place... everyone here will not have the opportunity to come to the Rocky Mountains to establish a defense zone..." Relatively speaking, Owen's tone can be regarded as Friendly, after speaking, he made his expression more gentle and friendly and turned to Leonard, "Leonard, now we have more important things to talk about... It's about the end of the world, and it's not like these kids are playing house thing's up"

Leonard, who recovered from the initial shock, raised his eyes and looked at Owen for a few seconds. He was a little annoyed by the warning and contempt in the other's words, but then he straightened his back and walked forward. After a few steps, he stretched out his hand to invite without humility: "The survival of the country is no small matter. The way Minister Harris came to the door was unexpected, but it seemed that we were neglectful and rude. Please come and sit with me, and we will discuss in detail..."

Seeing the expressions of these American wizards around him, Allen shrugged his shoulders without speaking just now, and laughed at himself in his heart: Now his appearance is beyond the expectations of these Americans, making them think that they are unruly and want to take action in person , so he was so flustered—and he himself thought that the god of death would not do such a thing before, but after the other party did not follow the rules and really made a move, he was actually panicked like these American wizards in essence.

However, the noisy sounds of the Americans around him, as well as the urging voice of Jessica watching Allen in a daze, brought him back to his senses, and Allen naturally took a step in Leonard's direction.

"Ian, after my dad and your uncle finish talking about things, let's go to my house for dinner, you haven't seen my twins yet,

Very naughty and cute...wait,..." Allen, who let himself and Ian walk side by side, greeted friendly with a smile, but then his eyes swept over Ian's cheek inadvertently, and suddenly the pupil of his left eye moved quickly. Zooming out stared at Ian, and warned in a serious tone, "Wait, you'd better contact your teammates immediately to let them stabilize, otherwise I think it's a waste to suffer physical pain and injury... It's also a tribute to the god of death. kind of help…”

"Uh...what?" Ian, who was overwhelmed by Allen's overly kind treatment, couldn't recover immediately, but immediately realized Allen's prophecy ability and his heart immediately lifted. He held the badge: " Captain! I'm Ian, Captain Macduff!"

There was no response from the other end of the badge like a stone sinking into the ocean.

"I'll talk to you face to face." Ian turned around and walked quickly to the fireplace. Just as he grabbed a handful of floo powder, he heard a harsh siren erupting from the observation port of the bunker in the defensive area, and then the floo powder It fluttered away from his hands rustlingly.

Realizing that something was wrong, Leonard turned his head to Owen as an apology. He took three steps and two steps, and hurried to the window of the bunker. He picked up the panoramic binoculars and looked into the distance.

"Ah ah ah!"

At the outlying defensive stronghold that Ian was surrounded by raging flames, the sky was already dyed crimson red by the flames. The crackling flames were mixed with depressing and painful roars, and they were getting closer and closer in the flames. The voices are like the roar of the devil crawling out of hell, rough, hoarse, high-pitched, vague and difficult to distinguish what they are shouting. The terrifying roar was getting closer and closer, accompanied by cries of pain.

Immediately, like many others, the next scene made Leonard's body, who was watching, froze immediately, as motionless as a stone statue.

And in this piece of flame-covered humanoid creatures rushing out of the sea of ​​flames, the fire-avoiding spells on these Aurors obviously cannot withstand this flame corridor composed of blazing flames. In addition to protecting the caster, most of the other people's bodies are burning.

And although the bubble head curses on the heads of these American wizards did not react with the flames, they continued to protect their faces, but they were inevitably smeared black, only the teeth in the open mouths were still white, and the roar of battle resounded from inside. Sky.

Like flame demons returning from Baator Hell, they rushed out of the sea of ​​flames and shouted loudly, but because of the high temperature of the flames, the words they wanted to express turned into chaotic roars—they were burned by the fire. Enduring the pain, they roared instead of venting, but the unbearable severe pain distorted their voices.

Seeing these fiery men getting closer, the surrounding wizards of the United Kingdom couldn't believe their eyes—these human figures that rushed out and were wrapped in flames were the guerrillas they had fought with before.

Burned by the raging flames, they endured the pain and roared instead of venting, but the unbearable pain distorted their voices, but they stubbornly continued to cast spells with their flaming wands.

The fearless Pyro rushed towards the United Kingdom with intertwined spells. The magic wands in the hands of American wizards were also burning, which reduced the accuracy of their indiscriminate spells a lot until they all turned into Area magic, wherever they went, it was contaminated with raging fire, which spread rapidly, burning flames and flying sparks everywhere.

"Didn't they already block the exit with fire? Aren't they afraid of pain? Aren't they already negotiating peace talks?"

The shocking scene in front of them caused these questions to ring in the minds of many United Kingdom wizards, but their daily training still made them subconsciously raise their wands in their hands.