Chapter 812 Attack

This kind of heartbeat only lasted for a moment, and was pressed back by Lord Voldemort.

In any case, before he completes his great cause of eternal life and obtains supreme authority, he will never make himself so crazy.

Even if he is the remnant of the craziest moment.

The most urgent thing he needed to do was to get out of the underground of Gringotts, otherwise he would not be able to contact his subordinates.

I don’t know how many people are still alive.

"If you die, you are not worthy of being my follower." With a cold snort, Voldemort slowly attached his soul to the dead fire dragon's body.

He can still control his body to this degree, or rather, he could do it a long time ago.

The fire dragon, filled with deathly energy, opened its eyes. Because it had a new soul, although its body functions prevented it from seeing, its sense of smell had improved a lot.

Moreover, the soul does not need sight to see anything.

Roaring angrily, Iron Belly flapped his wings and wanted to fly towards the ground, but his limbs felt restrained that was hard to ignore. Looking down, he saw a pair of thick and short shackles tightly bound to Iron Belly's legs.

"Damn it, forget this." Voldemort said angrily. Fortunately, he could cast magic without a wand. After two consecutive force releases, the shackles were opened with two bangs, and he rose into the sky after regaining his freedom.

With a terrifying momentum, the blazing flames broke away the soil blocking the road ahead, and a large hole appeared in the vault of the vault. As long as it flew up there, it could regain its freedom.

It let out a dragon's roar of pleasure.

The goblins, who were a few beats slow to react because of the fact that the fire dragon was unbound, screamed and rushed over from around the vault, but they were too small for the fire dragon and were completely unable to play any role.

I could only watch helplessly as it broke through the first layer of defense and flew towards the top of the soil.

Gringotts reception room.

"So, since Voldemort has failed, the treasury of the pure-blood families who followed him can also be seized, right?" Playing with the golden-armed civilized staff in his hand, the pure-blood wizard seemed to be talking about how good breakfast was today. Conversing with the Goblin King in front of him.

"Isn't that great?" The Goblin King smiled slyly, "It was originally our gold coin, but it just returned to its original owner."

The pure-blood wizard's eyes widened, "You are indeed a greedy goblin with no limits. What on earth gave you the illusion that 'as long as it is made by goblins, it will always belong to goblins'?"

The Goblin King's wrinkled face suddenly pulled down, "Wizards are indeed shameless idiots - if the goblin's things cannot belong to the goblin, then there is no point in creating those things!"

The two glared at each other, refusing to give an inch.

Of course, compared to goblins, pure-blood wizards are obviously more confident.

The goblins had indeed once been glorious, but that was earlier than the period when King Arthur was active. Today's goblins have tried their best just to ensure that they will not become slaves of the wizards.

Wizards are the rulers of the magical world of the Corrupt Kingdom. This is not a boast, but a fact.

Obviously, the wise and once glorious goblin would definitely not be able to accept this fact.

But fists are the last word. If they can't beat the wizards, they can only shrink their tails and act like fairies. However, they are definitely willing to do this and never tire of making trouble for the wizards.

For example, if you are ignorant of the wealth of wizards, as long as you give yourself the hint that "things made by fairies belong to fairies," the fairies can take away the wealth of wizards without any scruples.

The Goblin King has been coveting the wealth in the treasury that he himself cannot know the specific amount for a long time, and will never give up any opportunity to take the wealth back to himself.

As long as he smells the smell, the Goblin King dares to pat his chest and guarantee that those hidden in various vaults are real treasures. They are different from those circulating on the market. They are powerful alchemy products and precious things that have been accumulated through history.

I really want to make it my own...

The Goblin King paused and thought confidently, no, that is my king's thing! It was just stolen, and I deserve to take it back now!

At this moment, violent shaking rose from the ground. Both the pure-blood wizard and the Goblin King felt a huge force coming from under their feet, and they were thrown off the ground together with the sofa.

The two people who were still in a dazed state fell straight to the ground and looked at each other.

He probably didn't do it.

They came up with this idea at the same time, and then another thought -

Who is attacking Gringotts? !

Walking quickly towards the wooden door, the Goblin King shouted angrily, "Who is destroying Gringotts?!"

However, no one answered him, even the waiter who he asked to stand at the door disappeared.

At this moment, a goblin ran over panting and shouted, "It's not good, king! The fire dragon has escaped!"

The Goblin King was stunned at first, then his expression changed drastically, "What did you say?!"

The fire dragon flew upward.

While flying, it opened its large mouth and continuously spit out scorching flames.

This is not to show off, but because it has seen that large numbers of goblins are pouring into the lower level of the vault, throwing various weapons, swords, guns, swords and halberds at it. As long as they can handle it, they all come from it was thrown over.

It was a specially made weapon for the goblin guards, and its quality was even as good as Gryffindor's sword. You must know that for the goblins, making weapons for their own people requires a lot of brainpower. As for those wizards?

Just dismiss them casually!

Compared with dragon scales, the lethality of this weapon is too terrifying. Even if it lightly scratches the dragon scales, it will cause wounds and bleed.

"A weapon with goblin magic?" Voldemort narrowed his eyes. Although this action was a bit strange for a blind dragon, it gave the goblins an illusion -

This dragon is still afraid of pain! Don’t you dare to open your eyes and face our weapons without seeing it?

"Go get more swords!" the captain of the Goblin Guard shouted loudly, "I want swords! Not arrows! This is a fire dragon! Bows and arrows are not lethal enough! Just use swords!"

A steady stream of weapons were transported here and thrown down. Although only a summoning spell was needed, this was the lowest level after all. Many protective magic circles were burned into the walls, and the place where they cast spells was on the wall. , under the influence of these two aspects, the magic of the fairies may also lose its accuracy here.

The captain, who never forgot to maintain order even in such a panic, could be said to have ruled out even the slightest possibility.

Absolutely, we will not let the hard-fought weapons be packed up and sent away!