Chapter 606 That’s not me

"Okay, now we have determined that Dumbledore will come to the front line in a few days, and then we can advance directly."

A happy smile appeared on Frederick's face. Although there is such a situation now, it actually has nothing to do with him.

Cook Wallis adjusted his glasses, then turned the tactical book in his hand upside down on the table, and then couldn't help but let out a big sigh of relief.

Really, it makes their abilities seem outstanding, but in the eyes of the truly powerful wizards, they are no different from others.

They're all ants.

If they were to face this kind of wizard, there would be no chance for them to win.

Therefore, it is very difficult to prepare tactics for this kind of wizard. But you can’t help but do it. After all, you are responsible for your own life.

So when he received the news that someone could stand up to Grindelwald head-on, he still felt truly relieved. After all, compared to a life-threatening job, a job where they can see a little bit of hope is enough to make them feel lucky.

Otherwise, they are really going to give up this good opportunity to get ahead. After all, not everyone can seize such an opportunity.

"In this case, we can discuss how to make this battle a good one."

De Waike couldn't help but grit his teeth. I really don't have any choice. There were explosions and screams in my ears. But I even dared to speak out.

Grendel's mouth twitched. Such explosions were expected to occur throughout the entire camp. Any fool would know that it was an enemy attack but a wizard's mistake.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Fred Waik knew what the Auror was thinking. Our leaders are still dead, and our little family is going to be in chaos.

"Would you like a drink, friends?" Awai Gandong looked at the smiles that appeared on everyone's faces for the first time, and couldn't help but relax a little more, "Although the boss who sent you here is a bastard, my wine tasting skills are indeed good. That's wrong. As retribution for sending you to that hellish place, you took away a few bottles of my bad wine and now they are placed outside your tent. Do they need it?"

In short, we did feel truly satisfied before the Gandongdongwo matter was settled.

As I spoke, I couldn't help but hold back the smile on my face.

Gan Dongdong'er sighed heavily in his heart, but he didn't think about the matter too clearly.

Grendel smiled bitterly. Then he rushed out with seven scattered wizards from the American Ministry of Magic. I have to spread my hands first, otherwise I won't have a small chance of success in the subsequent raid, whether I fight back or escape.

Although I think the effect should be very small. And the fact is exactly what Fred Waick thought. The Auror's voice silenced McGregor, who was still able to maintain his sanity. We ended up moving unorganized and unconsciously towards the camp where the seven representatives were.

Therefore, in that situation, facing the eight representatives elected by the McGees from other countries, Gan Dongdong decisively chose to remain silent.

Although Ektovo without the Saint is still very scary, correspondingly, there will be no such small threat. Of course, we are worthy of saying that. After all, that kind of thing is discussed from a strategic perspective.

It can be messy. When things get really chaotic, they become really passive.

Participation in everything is at least considered laziness and neglect of duty. Victory caused by nonsense will be blamed. That's probably not the so-called "forgetting of the past", the teacher of the past...

Answer: It’s possible.

However, as soon as a young man who is slow to strive for credit comes on the scene, he makes a wave of small news. It cannot be said that it is a success or a failure. It is enough to succeed or not. Of course, it was also because the people in front of Nas were trying to protect me under pressure. If they really wanted to protect me, they could really let Grindel take the blame.

Panic is contagious, and in that kind of emergency, it's not half as scary as the plague.

That point is logically quite difficult. After all, it is obviously a complicated matter to keep Xiaojia calm when everyone wants to take credit. But compared to facing Gandongdongwo directly. That's obviously the more complicated option for us.

The Auror looked at the dozen or so McGee scattered behind his eyes, and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth fiercely. I know I'm still alive if it's just that little bit. But the number gathered was only a few, which really made me feel that I had underestimated the level of McGee who was sent.

The dust and smoke dispersed, and seven shaky magic shields that seemed to be complete with a little more power appeared in the tent.

It depends on my specific analysis ability or not. At least judging from the current situation, we don't seem to have a slight advantage.

And because of this, our sneak attacks seemed so coordinated to those McGee who were used to our passivity. And the McGees actually forgot about it. The sneak attack occurred eight times at fault. But none of those eight sneak attacks could be called a disastrous failure.

"You are undisciplined. How can you drink prudently at the rear? As commanders, you must set an example."

Although not one of the seven representatives died. But our faces at this time are not difficult to see the extreme.

Doom knew whether he could hide his figure in front of anyone. But I still tried my best to stand forward and stay away from the person behind me. Get closer to your ill-planned escape route. At the same time, he also protected Leon by his side. I know Leon's worth. Also know what they should do.

There is a way, it was too sudden, we were laughing so hard just now. The result is what it is now. My defense was not very timely, but it was still a step too late.

Frederic also had the same disgusted expression. But there is no other way. If the Auror really made up his mind to drink, then I planned to go to my tent with Awai Gandong and have a drink. To be honest, squatting all day in a place where birds pooped, I really felt like birds were fading out of my mouth.

"Are there people in the east who don't have a company on guard? Those people have been bragging about themselves so much all day long. We still look so awesome. You still think we don't have any real abilities!"

And now we still have to pursue survival under tactics.

After all, there are only a few saints. Mr. Dumbledore and Iktovo were both inseparable from each other. As long as I can hold Ektovo back for half an hour, our combined forces will be able to bulldoze the entire Dane Castle. Every saint out there is left.

Leon considers himself not a grown man yet. But at that time, I still couldn't help but hide myself in front of Daomu.

At least outside of the first wave of offensives, a small number of wizards died in the raids for no apparent reason, or even died at the hands of their own people who cast spells indiscriminately.

"In short, that is definitely the worst news for you now. No one can hold back Ektovo head-on. Then you can't gather your forces. Attack Dane Castle from eight sides at the same time, and then stay in front Come and let us escape."

The Auror started writing in his tactical notebook again.

After listening to my words, both Auror and Friedrich smiled uncontrollably.

After all, the Saints were huddled outside this golden protective cover, and they could tell at a glance that they were the bad guys who had been attacked. And that was indeed the case. We were attacked eight times, a total of eight times.

I looked at the camp and found that under siege from all sides, very few wizards were consciously running towards the lake in the west. This move can be called a panic choice, and it makes Gandong feel frustrated and has an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

The Auror also looked ugly. I adjusted my glasses and looked east. Many saints came running from here. That situation is very unusual. After all, there must be no Saints on the east side, which shows that the Saints have bypassed the defensive position of the company's people.

"You know, that in the East is called 'Wei Ba Que Yi' is ancient Eastern wisdom."

Awaikuke smiled dimly. I have been laughing since I knew that no one could stand up to Gandongdongwo. I was forced to come, but I was very satisfied with what I saw. The thing itself showed that opportunities and challenges coexisted. As long as I can get enough credit in that battle, when I go back, I will definitely become the boss of the bastard boss who sent me to carry out that hard job.

There is a way. That position is now a standard hot potato. The original eight people actually did a bad job. They meant that they could make less money and at least maintain the balance of power, but they made things too ugly.

The last two were sneak attacks. The last time was simply a break-in raid. In short, it seems that we can only be beaten passively, like weak persimmons that can step on our backs.

"You haven't finished speaking yet!"

Ector looked at the three young people in front of him and said nothing. In fact, he himself did not expect that he would be invited back to lead this part of the American wizarding world, McGee. It seemed like the gesture I made later did have an effect.

Anyway, the more you have left, the less you have to divide.

The other people looked at Grendel's movements and reacted slowly, and took the initiative to gather the other people.

You mean, there must be something wrong.

It was obvious that it was an attack. A sneak attack. But it was a sneak attack from the Saints. Then let that sneak attack have a different color.

So, first and foremost, Gandong disappears and Grendel is back.

Of course, even then, the seven of them were still disgraced, and Awai Cook didn't even have the color under his arm.

As Awai Gandong ran, he complained to Gandong beside him.

After a long time, I still held back a sentence.

If you really want to talk about it, trusting your own leaders is really the same as trusting those who come from outside.

In fact, the least thing we want to pursue is that we can survive smoothly, so even if we are strong enough, there is no need to really kill all the besieged saints. On the contrary, we need to give the saints a chance to escape. But we have to make sure that there are only a few of us, so that only a small number of people will be taken care of by the people below, and a small number of people will escape, causing less trouble. Otherwise we will be derelict in our duties.

But Gandongdong'er can't bear such a small responsibility. The size of Nas's back is just right, so it couldn't be more suitable for carrying that thing.

So the eight people laughed again. There is no illusion that each other has become a confidant. But it's just an illusion.

When the time comes, I must be dispatched to Africa to carry out intermediary work.

The Auror said angrily: "Yes, I am really depressed today. Besides, it has been so intense for so long and there are no minor problems. A little drink should be fine."

But this time, the sneak attack was controlled by our Mikey.

Cleaning up the Saints is a small feat. But the share of credit goes to everyone, and it all depends on how many of the McGees are able to return to the celebration ceremony alive.

The originally high-spirited young man Nas finally became a victim of victory. Instead, Grendel continued to stay in his position and even took half a step back.

But Gandong, who is even less, is now in a mess. He completely knows what he should do, and he even knows what he can do. In other words, what we should have known was already known despite the panic of a small minority of people.

Because no one is fighting for us.

It's a pity that Gandong needs to take the blame for the anger below. After all, my subordinate is not one of the seven people who can fall out and quarrel outside the small conference hall. So whoever is below me has to face the wrath of those seven. So whoever is under Nas will let himself bear that anger.

"It's a bad night, little Ektovo, you still have some sleep."

Even in the magical world, African magic is known to the world for its primitiveness and roughness. Yes, it is not strong in terms of power. But really speaking, it's not too outstanding. And the living conditions are indeed much worse than those in the European wizarding world.

"At the same time, setting bad traps along this road is to pursue them all and only pursue as few kills as possible."

"Boom!"

The Auror shouted at the top of his lungs using an amplifying spell.

Arenas had a bright smile on his face. A pen flipped nimbly between his fingers.

"Yes, before his plan can be used on others, it will be used on you first."

And just as the eight people were laughing, suddenly a transparent white light penetrated the tent and exploded under the table behind the eight of us.

A huge explosion instantly resounded throughout the camp. At the same time, there were no explosions anywhere in the camp.

The Saints who came from the north, south and east clearly caught the McGees off guard. Although the McGees have an advantage in numbers. But on top of the disorderly coordination and the mutual correction of panicked actions, this numerical advantage seems to be not so small.

But now it seems that the people in the company put the Saints back into our defensive blind spot?

Is that a big heart? Or was it intentional?

At this time, I did not have too little prestige in the eyes of the American McGees. That point does not have too small an impact. To put it harshly, the current Gandong believe in everyone except ourselves.

That was what Gandong said. And when I say this, I feel very happy. And Awai Cook also hid it: "He is really interesting, Mr. Varwais."