Chapter 862: You melon
() "The mysterious person made me sick, even if I killed so many innocent Muggles, not even the children." Sirius' pale cheeks tremble with anger, and a blue bar on his forehead rises. A few ribs in the temple, twitching there, his whole body tensed like a stone.
Sirius personally experienced that dark period, knowing that mysterious people and Death Eaters were killing innocent people, and even some of his cousins were involved, but the dense Muggle corpse in front of him refreshed his original knowledge. The number of Muggles surrounding them is uncountable. Originally Sirius didn't care too much about the safety of ordinary Muggles. Seeing reports of disappearances or being killed, he was subconsciously without intuitive feelings. I think that these are meaningless numbers. Now that so many innocent Muggles have been killed, it makes his scalp numb. The mysterious person is far more cruel, ruthless, and indiscriminate killing innocents than he knows.
Hermione was trembling but not because of fear. When she saw such a large number of Muggle corpses, she couldn't help but squeeze her lips together. The infinite sadness spread to the bottom of her heart, and her fingers pinched into the palm of her hand. , Leaving a crescent-shaped fingerprint.
How pitiful these Muggles are, let their lives be looted and looted, their families can't find their tracks how sad they should be, every Muggle behind may be a broken family, every Muggle may be involved With the nerves of loved ones, this will bring much sorrow and despair to this world.
"The life of the Muggle is so humble in the eyes of the mysterious man. He willfully deprived the innocent Muggles of their fragile lives with high pressure, and they have no room for resistance." Her head fell down and wiped the corners of her eyes, Hermione opened her eyes. His hair, with a trembling voice, silently mourns these Muggles who are not peaceful even if they pass away.
Hearing Hermione and Sirius, Kreacher's big, fleshy, pig-like nose lifted up, his eyebrows flicked upward, and his eyes moved slightly round the corner of the orbit, pulling out his face of scorn and disdain. What a fuss about Prodigal Sons and Mudbloods, to serve the great wizards, this is the honor of these cheap and dirty Muggles, but they realized that their good master, Master Regulus, was also pulled into the water by these cheap things. Became a corpse, Kreacher's eyes were on the pale faces, and the brave Master Regulus had to pick him up.
Alan lifted his chin, his expressionless face looked indifferent, and his eyes looked at the Muggle corpses without much mood swings, as if completely unmoved, but under the robe, his hands were on the staff He gently rubbed his head. In fact, he killed more people in 1066 than the mysterious person in front of him, but the victims at that time were all adult males, not to mention soldier invaders, and in the process He also turned his head deceivingly and diverted his eyes, but he did n’t see how the other person died and how he was absorbed. At this moment, seeing so many innocent victims of Muggle victims in the world at a close distance actually made him His heart is no longer peaceful, and he is ashamed, so he turns his eyes again, just like the behavior of a non-vegetarian senior animal protection enthusiast when eating meat.
"They surrounded us ..." Sirius leaned against the stone basin as an elite wizard and an elite of the Phoenix Society. He took the lead in tightening the wand in his hand, but his palms were full of fine sweat beads as he is now. It ’s hard to deal with it. The number of corpses is far beyond his original imagination. These ghosts continue to climb ashore. When will they be able to subdue them? The most important thing is that he still has to find. The remains of his brother.
Sirius gritted his teeth, raised his wand and wanted to attack, but after looking at Alan, who had no response, he finally calmed down and shouted at him: "No matter what you plan to do, it's best to be quick some."
Just like hearing the signal, the death knights brought by Allen acted before Allen answered, Lynch strode forward, and all the death knights moved towards the corpse they faced. The black-toned metal armor collides with friction, the steps are uniform, the sense of oppression is full, and the sound of footsteps suppresses the noise of the corpses.
The death knights wore metal Viking half-faced butterfly faceplates, and the mouths of the facepieces made an unclear call sign, and they used to attract low-level undeads after they became death knights. The creature's ability as a servant makes the out-of-control corpses become obedient again, but the corpses are pouring like a tide, the number is too large, and the death knight's recruitment order has not had time to play for some corpses that are already close. The corpses held out their dry hands and tried to cross them to attack the wizards who were living people.
The sturdy death knights began to be surrounded by a terrible, symbolic death breath. Instead of using the enchanted fine gold weapons they carried, they spread their arms and leaned on the covered giant arms. Brute force pushed these corpses away, but the corpse that was pushed back quickly was pushed back by a large wave of corpse waves, just like the tide on the beach pushing back and forth repeatedly but with the death The knights controlled more and more corpses. These controlled corpses reversed direction and pushed their own companions back to the wave of corpses.
The controlled corpses guarded the death knights layer by layer. At first, these death knights needed to push their own hands. Later, they no longer need to do anything to direct these controlled corpses, so They are getting more and more relaxed. In this repeated push, the death knights controlled the rhythm in an orderly manner, and successfully stopped the original corpse with teeth and claws in place, the cold arms of the corpses with no flesh and blood were put down, and each one was white and sunken The cheeks were summoned to face the death knights, eyes staring at them with empty eyes.
It ’s a matter of time to see that the scene is completely controlled, which causes Sirius to take back the wand he was clutching, and he muttered: "Well, I have to say that sometimes Necromancer magic is still very useful ... you The men are very useful. "
"Magic itself is not good or bad, there are people who are good or bad." Hermione's concept of magic has long been deeply influenced by Allen. "You do good things with black magic. What you do is still good, but you use the patron saint. You are still doing bad things when you do bad things. There is no change in the nature of magic. Just pay attention to your will and do n’t let them affect your brain. "
"Lynch, good job ..." Allen was satisfied that his performance did not embarrass himself, and Sirius also had a sense of this magic. He touched his smooth chin, "Let the extra corpses line up Good team, you have left the remaining uniforms. "
"I command you! Arrange them neatly!" Lynch shouted with a huge fist to the corpses behind him who could no longer participate in the front line.
As soon as the word "I" came out, the rustic Viking accent made his English sound with a strong dialect taste, and immediately destroyed the previous majestic momentum, but with Lynch's order, the death knights The voice of the call sign changes, more powerful and rhythmic.
The corpses that rushed to the front first and now turned into the final corpses stiffly walked towards the wizards in the center of the platform step by step like a puppet, one after another, approaching from three directions, gradually converging together and neatly arranged together Form a team.
But Allen wanted to continue to praise a few words that were choked by the accent in his throat. He coughed and directly ordered: "You go back to focus on the practice of speaking ..."
"Medium!" A death knight with elaborate beards on his chin responded loudly and was kicked away by Lynch, who had pushed the corpse from the other side, and the iron boots hit the death knight's armor. There was a muffled sound on the board ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The death knight staggered and nearly fell.
"You're a good friend, tell you not to talk, I'll talk!" Lingqi is the most talented, and Lynch, the fastest learner of modern communication languages among the death knights, knows that the accent problems of his neighbors are more than his own. Seriously, he also realized that this would make the owner unhappy, so he had already told them that they were not allowed to talk, but he did not expect that this brain would not be so good because he had received a hammer before his death, and he did n’t get much growth after birth. His account was forgotten.
The contrast created by this strong image and voice, and the funny expression on Allen ’s face at the moment made Hermione, who had been suppressing emotions, unable to laugh out a short laugh, although she felt that she should not laugh at others. The accent began to bite the tip of his tongue and tried to hold back, but as an ancient person, their accent sounds too earthy in the modern British ...
"Master, I will teach them!" Lynch knew that the death knight's accent still retains the native style of the millennium ago. Looking at Alan's smile-like appearance, he quickly expressed his attitude.
"You go ahead ... Sirius, Hermione, let's take a look at the pendant first ..." Alan's pale face also had some redness, his hands flicked over the stone basin, and the sporadic remains in the stone basin All the venom disappeared, and he picked up the gold pendant in the stone basin.
