Chapter 1531: ?Duel Ceremony
Alan stood calmly and calmly, he heard every word clearly in his ears for the arrangement of the **** of death—he knew that the **** of death had deliberately said it in front of him, and the confrontation and fighting had actually begun again.
The plan of the **** of death Haierbo is to use his advantages as the master of the underworld and the characteristics of the undead to make a steady stream of dead people form an army, although except for the high-level undead, wizards who have not graduated are estimated to be able to easily solve the problem with the flames. heap,
But the number of dead in the world is not comparable to wizards in the magic world.
It is inevitable that the defensive area of the underworld city wall will fall into a protracted battle, but if the resistance between Alan and the **** of death drags on for too long, the increasing casualties, and the invisible battle, the wizards outside will gradually lose their confidence in winning. In the end, he couldn't hold on to the decision to give up the United States. These were a blow to Ravenclaw's beliefs—but they were also questioning Allen's expectations of the actions of Death, so he didn't feel surprised.
The only trouble now is that Alan wanted to use Death to lure him out of the underworld because of his stronger power. It seems to be even more difficult to do so. At least the other party is still so clear and even a little bit embarrassed now... Revealing the meaning of reluctance to take a little risk made Allen feel a little difficult.
The **** of death gave orders and waved their hands to signal them to go down!
"Master, we have Lord Voldemort here leading the team, and we will never let the master's expectations be disappointed." Rudolphs shouted with a hoarse and harsh voice before the habitual death **** who wanted to talk.
"Master, I must let those stupid mortals feel the shadow of death, and let those living creatures see death!"
The former Viking King Harald put his carved Viking half-face helmet with chain armor on his head. Two red lights gleamed in the eye frames, and he turned to Voldemort and them disdainfully. Uttered.
After speaking, the Viking turned around and was about to take someone to attack. However, he was immediately stopped by the necromancer with a short spear. The other conqueror, William Wan, also opened his mouth and opened his mouth with the ugly dead man: "The war must be planned first, no wonder you can lose to Harold! They all told Lao Tzu not to disturb the master and them!"
The other three death knights were obviously still convinced by William. They all obeyed and turned around and ordered the undead creatures behind them to keep up. For a while, there was another dark tide.
Bella showed an unconvincing expression on her haggard and scrawny cheeks, and she looked at Voldemort next to him feverishly to see his opinion. Voldemort just bowed and saluted the death **** Helbo, his scary red eyes swept across Allen angrily, and silently turned and walked out after the four death knights.
The dark tide composed of these undead began to fade like a low tide, but like a fight between living people, the relationship between the dead is not so harmonious, and the seven undead army is clearly divided into two in the process. Splash-consists of a team of four undead knights from Muggle kings, and Voldemort who has recently joined the death camp.
Except for a few dementors floating in the sky, Alan’s own pontoon, and his undead, there are no undead creatures beside him on the scene, and Alan feels that this gray and ruined place seems to be much more spacious and bright.
"I made you laugh, my world didn't need them to learn how to get along with the living..." When Grim Reaper spoke, his expression was still frowning, as if he was very dissatisfied with the performance of his men just now.
"If you are willing to teach, it has improved." Alan said with a serious expression on his face. "The biggest problem is still the accent... You have at least one Viking under you. All of my more than 30 knights are from Scandinavia. Sub peninsula..."
"Oh? This is a commendable achievement..." Reaper looked deeply moved, "So, shall we start now? Or should we have some tea first and then sit down?"
"Let's start, otherwise it will take too long, let me digest..." Alan's pale hand swayed, and the hand he held the staff released let the staff float in front of him.
"Very good, but please wait a moment and let me clean up..."
As he said, Helbo, the **** of death, touched the gray ground with the snake-shaped staff in his hand, and then the tables and chairs beside him and Allen were sucked in by the ground again.
Between him and Alan, there are no obstacles to stop him, there is only this quiet and depraved land, and there is not even a trace of wind.
"I know some old British duel etiquette... Mr. Harris..." Death Helbo raised a smile on his combative ram-like face, and asked in a slow voice, "I don't know the current development of modern times...but it's somewhere in between. I am now fighting you as a wizard. If it is convenient, let us make a full set for me to review?"
"I have a good history of magic. I did some research to teach students how to fight...Come on, I can fight against the famous dark wizard who invented the Horcrux and cultivated the basilisk. This is what I dream of... at least compared to the duel contest Those guys are energetic..." Allen's gaze fell on the ground between himself and the **** of death Helbo. "It basically takes a few steps back to back and then bows to start? The conservative British atmosphere actually keeps the duel etiquette unchanged for a long time..."
"Very well, then it seems that this duel will be perfect...Then this venue needs to be portrayed first to have more atmosphere. Life needs a little sense of ritual..." Death nodded gratefully, and then waved his hand. With a wave, the dementors in the sky floated on the ground and began to use their rotten hands to draw the range of the duel on the ground.
Between Alan and the **** of death Helbo, the dementors used their own bodies to make nicks like deep axes, and they were very clear on this gray land.
"It just so happens that I can drink a can... That thing is a bit ugly, do you want a can? Oh... That's a pity..." Allen took a can of Coke from his pocket and took a sip. The taste of this lifeless drink, unlike wine, did not deteriorate too much, making him sigh comfortably.
At this time, the dementors on the ground have begun to have engraved crescent-shaped decorations, just like the carpet when Lockhart founded the duel club-although the range of this duel field is much larger than the one for teaching students Much larger.
In the middle of the field, there are thirty uniformly arranged in a straight line with the change of the moon phase as a figure. The curved opening faces the outside of the cuboid. The outermost moon phase is the crescent moon, and every time it passes a certain distance There is a crescent pattern that is getting fuller and fuller, until in the middle position is a full moon, and passing through these crescents is a vertical line like a magic wand, with a star at each end of the vertical line. There are some small decorative stars scattered around the nicks.
Allen watched the completion of this venue. He knew very well the sly intent of the nicknamed'Despicable' Helbo in front of him. The **** of death was reminding Allen in various ways that he did not even estimate the scope of the duel arena being portrayed. Willing to go out.
