Chapter 2195 Unusual Assailant

A rain, it really just fell. Not so unexpected, after all, many people have already noticed the signs of a change in the sky.

However, the rain of this rain did not seem to be as heavy as everyone thought, it just fell from the sky in a misty and fluttering manner.

The wind is still blowing, coming from the east in bursts, disturbing the rain that is all over the sky.

At this time, Delphi was naturally still standing on the back of the ice bird, but her remaining huge ice bird was always emitting cold air, making the temperature in the area where it was located very low.

So, I saw it flying in mid-air with Delphi on its back, and all the raindrops it passed turned into ice crystals. colored meandering ribbons.

On the other side, the flame flying dragon summoned by Bulova is just the opposite. The rainwater that fell from the sky was immediately evaporated by the high temperature when it fell around it, making the air full of steam.

Not far away, Bulova turned his head and glanced at his flaming dragon, then looked up at the thick clouds above - if it only rains, it will be fine, no matter how heavy the rain is, it will not be able to pour water. It is not a problem to destroy the flame flying dragon with rules as its core, even if it is directly soaked into the sea.

What Blois cares about right now is actually the cause of the rain.

To be honest, the rain, the wind, everything in this world... seems to suddenly become a little unnatural, which will inevitably make a series of knowledgeable and caring people such as Bulova and Sarah feel strange up.

As for Delphi who suddenly remembered the trip to London, it can only be said to be an accident.

...

Why did it suddenly rain?

When Mr. Blois, Delphi, and the others at the stronghold were secretly vigilant for the rain that was about to fall, Harry, who was waiting for the opportunity in the room on the west side of the stronghold, suddenly jumped out of the chair by the window. Stand up abruptly.

He could also sense that the rain was unusual. Even because he always has a keen intuition for the coming of danger, at this moment, it is just an inexplicable sense of depression, which can make him immediately put on full alert.

Not long after, I saw Harry holding the hilt of the Gryffindor sword hurriedly to the door and pushing it out. He only hesitated for a moment at the door, looking at the stronghold in front of him, and soon rushed in with his eyes fixed. In the rain and fog.

It's still not raining much now,

It's just a little tighter and the robe can gradually get wet. Of course, Harry doesn't care much about it.

It can be seen that Harry runs very fast.

From the moment he decided to return to the battlefield, he, who has made a decision and is not likely to change it, obviously did not hesitate any longer, and acted quite decisively—even if he knew it himself, he ran out purely by intuition. It seemed that there was nothing wrong with him for a while. But he still didn't think about it any more. In short, it's definitely not wrong to go around the stronghold and continue chopping up some living corpses.

He just needs to be more careful, at least he won't be knocked out by an inadvertent blow like before.

Thinking of this in his heart, Harry, who was running wildly, took out another broomstick, turned over and rode it into the sky - in the previous accident, his Firebolt seemed to fall into the pile of living corpses , and now most of them have already been trampled into pieces by those guys.

Fortunately, he still has a spare.

However, at the moment when Harry approached the group of living corpses around the stronghold and was about to dive down, a clear and sharp shout suddenly pierced through the heavy rain and came from the east.

...Mr. Blois...beware of sneak attacks...

The voice was mixed in the wind and rain, making it seem a little wobbly, and Harry was a little far away from that side at the moment. However, he still heard clearly.

Sneak attack?

While repeating the word subconsciously, his body has already moved instinctively.

At that moment, Harry, who had already pressed down on the broom handle and flew down, suddenly turned around again, clinging to the silver barrier above the stronghold, and sprinted towards the battlefield on the other side. rush away.

Perhaps it is flying at high speed, even if the rain and fog are light, hitting the face will still affect the vision. He simply hooked his right leg back and put it on the tail of the broom to control the direction of flight, thus freeing up his left hand and pulling out his wand to stretch forward.

In an instant, the oncoming rain was completely blocked by an obstacle spell, and Harry, with a wand in one hand and a sword upside down in the other, rode a broom and fell towards the east like a shooting star.

When he flew to the top of the barrier, he finally had a clear view of the current situation on the eastern battlefield.

Undoubtedly, Delphi's previous shout was correct, because Harry had already seen a strange figure in the air not far from Blois.

Speaking of which, because of the family inheritance, Blois already has a rough knowledge of rule magic. Although modern spells can also be used, the ancient magic handed down by the family has been studied and practiced since childhood, and it is much more familiar to use.

And what he used to make himself fly out of thin air was precisely the manipulation of air flow...that is, wind.

Although in the inheritance of the Bulova family, summoning and sealing magic are obviously the most powerful and practical, but there are not no wizards who can use it today—at least Delphi, who is not far away, is also good at using summoning. In this way, among the many wizards in the world, Bulova who can master the rules of airflow is the only one.

That's right, this is something that even Maca has never touched.

But now, Bulova discovered that there was a person who seemed to be better at controlling the airflow to fight than him—oh no, that was not a person, but a living corpse!

Ugh—

Suddenly, an incomparably sharp arc-shaped airflow suddenly struck from behind him. If Delphi hadn't reminded him in time, he might not have been able to avoid it.

While his scalp was slightly numb, Bulova controlled the gust of wind swirling around his body and moved sideways suddenly, narrowly avoiding the blade-like airflow.

The wind blade didn't fly very far - the characteristics of the gas rules meant that it couldn't last too long after being out of control. After splitting a rain curtain, it quickly dissipated behind Bulova.

However, Bulova didn't have time to turn around to confirm, but just stared at the figure that was attacking him.

It must be admitted that he was really surprised just now. But what surprised him was not the sharpness of the wind blade, but that the other party was able to deceive his perception, and came so close to him without a sound.

This guy is absolutely extraordinary!

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