Chapter 690 After solving the big ones, another group of small ones came
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Qing Mo Da Xian
In front of the werewolf leader who was as big as Hagrid, the tall and thin werewolf was as small as Vincent and Hermione.
But the strength he erupted could knock the opponent down to the ground.
"Aww!" he howled at Hermione, as if to tell her to get away.
No time to think about why, Hermione immediately broke off the other paw of the werewolf leader and rescued Vincent.
It was bad, the bandages were oozing a lot of blood.
He ran into it with all his strength, and was held up in the air again. The wounds that were about to heal seemed to be torn apart.
"I'm fine." Vincent gritted his teeth and raised his left hand, putting it on her shoulder.
Hermione walked quickly away carrying him.
But suddenly, the tall and thin werewolf flew over and smashed in front of the two of them.
"Aww!" the werewolf leader roared, as if to issue a warning.
His answer was a heavy impact like a truck.
Didn't get knocked away, but pushed him away a little bit.
The werewolf leader had no choice but to shift his target to the front.
The thin and tall werewolf gradually couldn't push, and instead hugged his waist and tried to push him down.
But unfortunately, the size gap between the two sides is too large.
In the face of absolute power, an instant outburst is futile.
The werewolf leader hugged him with his thick arms, and the huge force made him let go with a howl.
The thin and tall werewolf did not give up, a pair of claws grabbed the opponent's back vigorously.
Blood splattered everywhere, and the eyes of the werewolf leader were terribly red.
"Ow!" he howled, strengthening his arms.
The tall and thin werewolf whimpered a few times, and his claws became weaker and weaker until they fell down feebly.
Under such a terrifying squeeze, even if the ribs were not broken, the internal organs were probably injured.
It was held up by the werewolf leader like a rag doll, and then fell heavily to the ground.
But even though his breathing was getting weak, he still held onto the leg that was walking towards Vincent and Hermione.
The leader of the werewolf kicked hard a few times but did not kick away, and gradually became irritable.
"Peng - Peng - Peng -"
It's heavier than it is.
Vincent and Hermione stopped at the same time, and looked back at the tall, thin werewolf who had been kicked until he vomited blood.
Even so, he clung to the leg of the werewolf chief.
Hermione pursed her lips, "We still—"
"No." Vincent took a deep breath, no longer put his left hand on her shoulder, and gently hooked the suitcase, "Do you still remember the yacht that I blasted to pieces with magic last year?"
Of course Hermione remembered, "You want to emulate it with your improved Split spell?"
Vincent shook his head, "I'm actually lying to you, I didn't—"
"I know." Hermione helped him open the suitcase. "That's Dark Magic, isn't it?"
"Yes." Vincent didn't say anything more, reached in tremblingly, and took out his alder wand.
Hermione took his trembling left hand and pointed it at the increasingly irritable werewolf leader.
The Blasting Curse is a curse, and therefore evil black magic.
If you want to use it, you have to be affected by it.
Any black magic is like drugs, wizards will unknowingly over-rely on this power, and finally get lost in it, step by step towards the abyss of depravity.
But Vincent is an exception.
He is a natural Occlumency Master, soul and spirit immune to the effects of the Dark Arts.
Hermione felt his power stir, and rushed to the alder wand with a breath of destruction.
Her body trembled involuntarily, watching Vincent's blue eyes dyed black from a close distance.
"Thunderbolt Explosion!"
Not last year's silent spell, but the full spell.
The tip of the alder wand had abnormal black and red sparks dancing.
This is no ordinary () blasting spell, at least not the one described in the book.
When the last syllable fell, black and red sparks shot at the werewolf leader.
The dazzling flame lit up, directly submerging his upper body.
The successive explosions made Hermione realize something.
This blasting spell seems to have a small range, but it is instant and continuous.
Not to mention the leader of the werewolf, I am afraid that the fire dragon with extremely high skin magic resistance will not be safe and sound.
The light of the fire gradually disappeared, leaving only billowing black smoke.
"Winter—" A huge figure fell down.
"It's finally down..." Vincent gasped, leaning against Hermione weakly.
After a Grindelwald improved blasting spell, he felt exhausted again.
It was even worse than the previous one, and I didn't even have the strength to move my fingers.
"Wow——" A long howl came from the black smoke that hadn't dissipated.
"Okay!" Vincent looked around with difficulty.
The presence of the werewolf leader and the tall and thin werewolf here meant that other werewolves were also possible.
"Aww—" Howls seemed to be responding one after another.
After solving the big ones, another group of small ones came.
When they saw the leader lying in the black smoke, even if they didn't lose their minds with red eyes, they wouldn't let them go easily.
Running with an arm like before?
Facts have proved that it doesn't work, and it even wastes energy.
hide?
There's so much uncertainty, who knows if werewolves will burrow like rats when they go crazy.
Vincent and Hermione were frantically thinking about countermeasures in their minds, and they couldn't think of any good solution until they heard the sound of running footsteps.
Can't run away, can't hide, only fight.
Hermione helped Vincent sit up and took his wand to try.
Only halfway through the incantation, the tip of the wand exploded with a "peng" sound.
"Use the blade." Vincent barely raised his left hand, "I can't disarm it now."
Temporary authorization does not require much mana to be mobilized, but he can't squeeze out even a drop now.
Hermione rummaged around and quickly pulled the gunblade out of the suitcase.
Thanks to Vincent, she usually has many opportunities to come into contact with firearms.
But she can't shoot at all, and she has only touched the trigger a few times.
"I'll teach you."
Hermione shoved the blade of the gun into Vincent's hand with little hesitation, sat behind him and held his wrist with both hands.
"Go a little further down and hold down my index finger."
After doing all this, the two of them looked at the tall, thin werewolf who fell to the ground in tacit understanding and refused to let go even when he lost consciousness.
The blasting curse didn't affect him directly, either he was too seriously injured and passed out, or he was shocked by the impact of the explosion.
Vincent tilted his head slightly, "See the small gap at the top of the gun body? That's the gap for its front sight."
Hermione, next to his profile, straightened her hand.
"Aim it with your dominant eye, and aim the muzzle at any target."
She closed her left eye and raised the muzzle of the gun to a tree not far away.
"Hands must be steady, keep the three-point line."
Hermione's breathing slowed down, and hard work had stabilized her hands, holding down the shaking muzzle of the gun.
"The blade doesn't have much recoil, and when you feel ready, that's when you pull the trigger."
As soon as Vincent finished speaking, Hermione pressed his index finger and pulled the trigger.
A huge force came from the blade of the gun, shaking her subconsciously backwards.
As for the target tree, there was a small hole.
The orichat bullet that depicted the magic circuit hit.
() But this is just the beginning, the werewolves will not just stand and be beaten.
……
……
But the strength he erupted could knock the opponent down to the ground.
"Aww!" he howled at Hermione, as if to tell her to get away.
No time to think about why, Hermione immediately broke off the other paw of the werewolf leader and rescued Vincent.
It was bad, the bandages were oozing a lot of blood.
He ran into it with all his strength, and was held up in the air again. The wounds that were about to heal seemed to be torn apart.
"I'm fine." Vincent gritted his teeth and raised his left hand, putting it on her shoulder.
Hermione walked quickly away carrying him.
But suddenly, the tall and thin werewolf flew over and smashed in front of the two of them.
"Aww!" the werewolf leader roared, as if to issue a warning.
His answer was a heavy impact like a truck.
Didn't get knocked away, but pushed him away a little bit.
The werewolf leader had no choice but to shift his target to the front.
The thin and tall werewolf gradually couldn't push, and instead hugged his waist and tried to push him down.
But unfortunately, the size gap between the two sides is too large.
In the face of absolute power, an instant outburst is futile.
The werewolf leader hugged him with his thick arms, and the huge force made him let go with a howl.
The thin and tall werewolf did not give up, a pair of claws grabbed the opponent's back vigorously.
Blood splattered everywhere, and the eyes of the werewolf leader were terribly red.
"Ow!" he howled, strengthening his arms.
The tall and thin werewolf whimpered a few times, and his claws became weaker and weaker until they fell down feebly.
Under such a terrifying squeeze, even if the ribs were not broken, the internal organs were probably injured.
It was held up by the werewolf leader like a rag doll, and then fell heavily to the ground.
But even though his breathing was getting weak, he still held onto the leg that was walking towards Vincent and Hermione.
The leader of the werewolf kicked hard a few times but did not kick away, and gradually became irritable.
"Peng - Peng - Peng -"
It's heavier than it is.
Vincent and Hermione stopped at the same time, and looked back at the tall, thin werewolf who had been kicked until he vomited blood.
Even so, he clung to the leg of the werewolf chief.
Hermione pursed her lips, "We still—"
"No." Vincent took a deep breath, no longer put his left hand on her shoulder, and gently hooked the suitcase, "Do you still remember the yacht that I blasted to pieces with magic last year?"
Of course Hermione remembered, "You want to emulate it with your improved Split spell?"
Vincent shook his head, "I'm actually lying to you, I didn't—"
"I know." Hermione helped him open the suitcase. "That's Dark Magic, isn't it?"
"Yes." Vincent didn't say anything more, reached in tremblingly, and took out his alder wand.
Hermione took his trembling left hand and pointed it at the increasingly irritable werewolf leader.
The Blasting Curse is a curse, and therefore evil black magic.
If you want to use it, you have to be affected by it.
Any black magic is like drugs, wizards will unknowingly over-rely on this power, and finally get lost in it, step by step towards the abyss of depravity.
But Vincent is an exception.
He is a natural Occlumency Master, soul and spirit immune to the effects of the Dark Arts.
Hermione felt his power stir, and rushed to the alder wand with a breath of destruction.
Her body trembled involuntarily, watching Vincent's blue eyes dyed black from a close distance.
"Thunderbolt Explosion!"
Not last year's silent spell, but the full spell.
The tip of the alder wand had abnormal black and red sparks dancing.
This is no ordinary () blasting spell, at least not the one described in the book.
When the last syllable fell, black and red sparks shot at the werewolf leader.
The dazzling flame lit up, directly submerging his upper body.
The successive explosions made Hermione realize something.
This blasting spell seems to have a small range, but it is instant and continuous.
Not to mention the leader of the werewolf, I am afraid that the fire dragon with extremely high skin magic resistance will not be safe and sound.
The light of the fire gradually disappeared, leaving only billowing black smoke.
"Winter—" A huge figure fell down.
"It's finally down..." Vincent gasped, leaning against Hermione weakly.
After a Grindelwald improved blasting spell, he felt exhausted again.
It was even worse than the previous one, and I didn't even have the strength to move my fingers.
"Wow——" A long howl came from the black smoke that hadn't dissipated.
"Okay!" Vincent looked around with difficulty.
The presence of the werewolf leader and the tall and thin werewolf here meant that other werewolves were also possible.
"Aww—" Howls seemed to be responding one after another.
After solving the big ones, another group of small ones came.
When they saw the leader lying in the black smoke, even if they didn't lose their minds with red eyes, they wouldn't let them go easily.
Running with an arm like before?
Facts have proved that it doesn't work, and it even wastes energy.
hide?
There's so much uncertainty, who knows if werewolves will burrow like rats when they go crazy.
Vincent and Hermione were frantically thinking about countermeasures in their minds, and they couldn't think of any good solution until they heard the sound of running footsteps.
Can't run away, can't hide, only fight.
Hermione helped Vincent sit up and took his wand to try.
Only halfway through the incantation, the tip of the wand exploded with a "peng" sound.
"Use the blade." Vincent barely raised his left hand, "I can't disarm it now."
Temporary authorization does not require much mana to be mobilized, but he can't squeeze out even a drop now.
Hermione rummaged around and quickly pulled the gunblade out of the suitcase.
Thanks to Vincent, she usually has many opportunities to come into contact with firearms.
But she can't shoot at all, and she has only touched the trigger a few times.
"I'll teach you."
Hermione shoved the blade of the gun into Vincent's hand with little hesitation, sat behind him and held his wrist with both hands.
"Go a little further down and hold down my index finger."
After doing all this, the two of them looked at the tall, thin werewolf who fell to the ground in tacit understanding and refused to let go even when he lost consciousness.
The blasting curse didn't affect him directly, either he was too seriously injured and passed out, or he was shocked by the impact of the explosion.
Vincent tilted his head slightly, "See the small gap at the top of the gun body? That's the gap for its front sight."
Hermione, next to his profile, straightened her hand.
"Aim it with your dominant eye, and aim the muzzle at any target."
She closed her left eye and raised the muzzle of the gun to a tree not far away.
"Hands must be steady, keep the three-point line."
Hermione's breathing slowed down, and hard work had stabilized her hands, holding down the shaking muzzle of the gun.
"The blade doesn't have much recoil, and when you feel ready, that's when you pull the trigger."
As soon as Vincent finished speaking, Hermione pressed his index finger and pulled the trigger.
A huge force came from the blade of the gun, shaking her subconsciously backwards.
As for the target tree, there was a small hole.
The orichat bullet that depicted the magic circuit hit.
() But this is just the beginning, the werewolves will not just stand and be beaten.
……
……
