Chapter 1554 Jealousy

Unlike ordinary wizards and ordinary undead, the high-level combat power of undead is still on the defensive side.

A few groups of black smoke moved quickly in the sky, and Harris, who was held up by the black smoke, shot down a spell like pouring down, chasing Voldemort, Death Eaters and those death knights more accurately.

At this time, the Dark Lord, who had just stopped apparating, noticed that several Harris were still staring at him and started pointing at himself with his wand again, forcing him to conjure a silver shield from the thin air again To resist, these attacks caused obvious damage to the shield in an instant, crackling and hitting the shield made a low and low sound like a gong-a strange and creepy sound.

And just when he was using the silver shield to defend and was thinking about countermeasures for a while, a long thin flame sneaked up from the crotch of the necromancer knight next to him, and suddenly wrapped around Voldemort's body, including the shield and all thing.

The ghostly dark green robe on Voldemort's body was instantly engulfed by the flames, making it even tattered, but the Dark Lord quickly cast a spell to turn the fire rope into a poisonous snake, which quickly swam off his body and flew out. Let the curse hiss viciously at the caster of the curse - and then seeing the attacker clearly, made Voldemort feel even more humiliated and annoyed.

It turned out that the youngest witch in the Harris family made him so embarrassed. Emily Harris, who hadn't come here immediately, was also called by Owen to show her presence after her avatar was exposed.

If it was a one-on-one battle, it would never be as passive and embarrassed as it is now, nor would it be so humiliating—Voldemort looked at the death knight Javier who raised his ax and threw it with disgust, and realized that he hadn't noticed what happened to him just now. The spell that leaked over there.

The Harris' offensive was so strong that Voldemort had to rely on each other's strength with these Muggle knights to fight against the Harris and the air force they led.

"How many resources does this pure-blood family occupy? Even a little witch has been carefully cultivated to such strength."

The corners of Voldemort's mouth twitched mockingly on his ferocious face, and then his eyes swept over Morgan Le Fay and Daisy who were casting spells to attack and kill Death Eaters, and the mummy-like corrupt prosthetic hands were clenched into fists.

The half-blood wizard Dark Lord was engulfed in jealousy, feeling that fate had treated him too unfairly.

Now Voldemort knows that he is no longer considered a living person. After being strengthened by the god of death, Helbo, even though he knows that he is still no match for Alan Harris, he still regains some confidence in his strength. It is believed that there are no wizards in the world today, except Alan and those gods, who are no longer worthy opponents.

So when Voldemort came to attack the Great Wall, his mind was full of revenge, but the reality slapped him hard again-almost everyone in the Harris family,

They all have the strength that he worked so hard to get back.

These wizards were born in pure-blood families like Harris, and easily obtained the knowledge and opportunities that he, who was born in these orphanages, could not obtain...

If the Gaunt family could also have such strength... Voldemort thought so, if he was born in such a pure-blood family, with his talent, he would have been able to unify the wizarding world long ago, and he would do better than them.

This kind of jealousy and unwillingness filled Voldemort's heart, but the screams of the Death Eaters around him drew his attention back.

Voldemort changed his mind to look at the place where Bella fell to the ground and the other wastes who were resisting the curse. He knew in his heart that if it hadn't been for the resurrection of the god of death, Helbo, they would have been completely killed by Harris, or had been completely killed several times—— And those Death Eaters who now have the courage to accept his call and are loyal to him are now killed while alive, but they cannot be resurrected by Death.

So far, the number of Death Eaters on his side is getting smaller and smaller...

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed Voldemort narrowed his eyes dangerously at those living subordinates who were still active on the battlefield.

In fact, those who can appear here and are willing to follow the call are all hardcore members of the Dark Lord like Rabastan Lestrange.

In fact, the number of Death Eaters who received the summons was far less than the number of people who should have come, because this time, many Death Eaters who were still alive did not die after the Dark Mark became black and hot. Come here immediately.

One is because the Dark Lord’s repeated failures have made these Death Eaters lose confidence that he can lead them to victory. The other is because Harris’s operation is nominally attacking Death and saving the world. Many uninformed Death Eaters believed this.

In any case, these living people don't want to die for themselves or their family members, even if they are Death Eaters. In fact, the reason they were willing to join in the first place was because Voldemort promised to give them the glory of pure blood and restore their family to its heyday—but if they join Death, let alone the family, they may even lose their lives .

At this time, Rudolphs, who noticed Voldemort's expression, deflected a curse that was aimed at him, and secretly approached his brother Rabastan. He had already guessed that Voldemort might want to say something. He guessed the fact If it is not still on the battlefield now, his master probably has already done it.

"Mr. Dark Lord, I need a favor from you and your people right now."

William raised his shield to the sky with his hand to resist the curse and approached. The bone horse he was riding before had been blown into dust in the previous battle, and the cold voice that belonged to the dead was tinged with sarcasm.

"War is not a competition of personal strength. You wizards don't know how to fight... But I have to admit that you have some abilities that I can't do. The family in the sky is not an opponent, so now there is a plan that needs your assistance to complete it. The task entrusted by the master."

Later, the high-level undead and Death Eaters who had been relying on each other were suddenly scattered in the thick fog. This did not prevent Harris from tracking, but also made them have to face the family's inability to get it alone. The help of the accomplices around them will make them persist for a shorter time before they will be beaten to death by the group.

And at this time, watching the Harriss disperse the enemy group, after a period of scattered cheers on the Great Wall, there was the sound of running feet.

In front of the battlements, the wizards whose eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes and whose arms were numb from casting spells relaxed their nerves, swaying and preparing to go back to rest, and some wizards who were too tired even sat on the ground directly. The next class of wizards began to occupy their previous positions, and continued to cast magic according to the situation in the area.