"Strikemen! Come to me and assemble quickly! Prepare to build a defense line——"
The striker commanders were shouting at the top of their lungs.
But the continuous violent explosions around them drowned out their voices.
Fortunately, after experiencing professional training ranging from weeks to months, even if the strikers have not mastered too sophisticated combat skills, they at least understand the principle of staying together when facing a surprise attack.
Because only by gathering all forces can effective protection and counterattack be formed.
Therefore, even if they did not hear the shouts of the commanders, a large number of strikers scattered on Iris Lane were still moving towards the commanders' position spontaneously.
The young cake shop owner is one of them.
He struggled to climb over the deep pits blown up by the curse one after another. While cursing that the damn Frenchman must have used alchemy tools again to make him so powerful, he quickly ran towards the commanders in the distance.
But the next moment, a huge fireball suddenly fell from the sky and hit where he was.
Stimulated by the sense of crisis, the young shop owner's whole body was covered with chills.
He ran wildly and tried to escape. At the same time, he raised his wand and shot spells at the incoming fireballs, hoping to detonate them in advance.
But it's all in vain.
The attack he fired was eliminated by the high temperature before it even got close to the fireball.
His pair of fleshy legs would never be able to escape the explosion range of the fireball after it fell.
Looking at the huge fireball getting closer and closer, the young shop owner despaired.
At this moment, a blood-red light bullet shot out from behind him and was directly imprinted on his back.
The huge impact ejected the young shopkeeper.
The next moment, the fireball fell and once again created a deep pit on the street. At the same time, countless flames were scattered and scattered by the shock wave.
"puff--"
The young shopkeeper spat out a mouthful of blood.
He felt that all his internal organs had been displaced by the powerful impact just now.
This caused him great pain.
But these are minor issues!
He survived!
The magic spell behind him just now saved his life!
The young shopkeeper struggled to get up, wanting to see which of his comrades had performed such a precise and excellent operation.
He vowed that he would thank the other party properly.
Let him eat free cake for the rest of his life!
But when he actually turned his head, he was completely stunned.
Because on the other side of the burning pit, walking slowly towards him, was Mrs. Gus!
After a brief daze, the young shop owner felt goosebumps all over his body.
He waved his arms and roared filial piety with a ferocious expression:
"Run away! Leave quickly! Grandma...this is a battlefield! You will die -"
"Boom boom boom..."
The young shopkeeper's roar was also drowned out by the continuous explosions around him.
The old Mrs. Gus, who always had a soft smile on her face, was full of sadness and determination at the moment. Her steps were staggering and her wand was broken, but she was still moving forward.
Walking on the streets filled with explosions and death, she felt as if she had gone back in time.
Back to the day when she was forcibly taken away, walked along the street, and finally thrown into a dark house.
Back to the day when her head was shaved, she walked along the street and accepted the reviling of the world.
Back to the day when she was seduced and tricked, walked along the street, and walked into the black house of her own volition again.
French men are unreliable.
Their return does not represent rescue and hope, but a new round of more cruel insults and torture.
Goblins are also unreliable.
Those external forces who come as saviors only seek pure benefits. In fact, they are as bad and cruel as the invaders.
All of these are life experiences that Mrs. Gus summed up at a painful cost.
But now, Mrs. Gus felt that rather than doing that again, it would be easier and more pleasant to destroy it directly.
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After carefully avoiding a deep pit again, Mrs. Gus saw the young shopkeeper through the burning flames.
The young man survived.
This made Mrs. Gus a little relieved.
Because in her opinion, this young man is quite good, at least he has a kind heart.
The only problem is that it's so stupid.
The young man actually ate the bread and jam she sent out this morning.
What if she puts some poison in it?
The young man also said that he would use the money he earned to open a cake shop after returning home.
But with the money he earned as a hitter, how could he afford a store on the core commercial street of the magic world in the country?
And now.
After the young man was rescued, he didn't even think about escaping directly or joining the majority.
Instead, he dragged his injured body and waved and shouted at her, wanting her to leave the battlefield quickly.
How can such a stupid person survive in this cruel world?
"well--"
Mrs. Gus sighed deeply.
She suddenly remembered the question that the young shopkeeper asked her just now in her store.
"How did your son die?"
Mrs. Gus smiled softly and said to the young shopkeeper who was still struggling and shouting at him not far away:
"Silly boy, you are a Muggle-born wizard, and you don't know anything about Muggle history. In that environment at that time, 'French-German mixed' and 'French-American mixed' were the causes of their death."
Of course the young shopkeeper couldn't hear what Mrs. Gus said.
He could only see that the frail old woman stopped in the middle of the war-torn street and smiled at him.
This is obviously because he didn't hear what he just shouted!
Gritting his teeth, the young shopkeeper began to charge towards Mrs. Gus while dragging his injured body.
He decided!
We need to send Mrs. Gus back to the store first, and then meet up with the main force.
Even if the risk factor will increase sharply, it is still better than just throwing Mrs. Gus here!
There was another roar in the sky.
The young shopkeeper who was running looked up and realized that what was attacking this time was not a fireball, but a young French wizard riding a broomstick.
And the tip of his staff has begun to condense with magical aura.
This is a sign of energy accumulation!
"Hey - look here! Your enemy is here! Come and hit me, don't hit that old woman-"
The young shopkeeper desperately opened his arms and shouted loudly, trying to attract the attention of the French wizard in the sky.
It can be accompanied by the wave of the magic wand by the young French wizard.
The destination of that magic light bomb was not the young shopkeeper, but Mrs. Gus.
"boom--"
The light bullet accurately imprinted on Mrs. Gus's chest.
The young shop owner Tong Kong shrank suddenly.
He dares to swear!
The French wizard must have seen him!
And it is also very clear that he is from the Ministry of Magic of the country!
But even so, the French wizard still chose to attack Mrs. Gus!
why is that?
The young shop owner couldn’t understand!
Does the French wizard hate Mrs. Gus more than his enemies?
At this moment, the young shop owner felt that something in his head had broken.
His eyes began to become bloodshot, and he clenched his fists so tightly that he didn't even notice that his nails were embedded in his flesh.
"Kill you--"
The young shopkeeper waved his magic wand like crazy.
Intense spells continued to shoot out.
But at this moment, the French wizard had already laughed wildly and flew away.
No matter how insulted and attacked the young shop owner was, he refused to look back.
It was as if...he came specifically to kill Mrs. Gus.
Chasing the retreating figure, the young shopkeeper was about to despair.
But at this moment, an indescribable and terrifying loud noise was heard coming from the direction of the Magic Bank.
"boom--"
The terrifying black dragon, carrying countless dementors, soared into the sky from the ruins of the Magic Bank.
Her body almost occupies the entire sky.
Anyone who sees his body, no matter we are enemies or ourselves, are extremely horrified.
The young French wizard's face was even more pale, his body was stiff, and he was extremely frightened.
Because he could feel that the terrifying black dragon seemed to be watching him.
He trembled violently, turned around and screamed, trying to escape from the battlefield.
However it was too late.
The black dragon occupying the sky has opened its bloody mouth and swallowed it up in just one opening and closing.