#555 - Heavy casualties (asking for monthly ticket recommendation)

"My lord? Is that really you? C-can I speak? My lord?" Karkaroff asked timidly in a low voice.

"Aren't you already speaking? Don't worry, I've shielded the surrounding space completely. Your voice won't carry," Anduin grumbled, sounding annoyed.

"Phew…" After hearing Anduin's confirmation, Karkaroff finally breathed a long sigh of relief. "My lord, you really scared me to death! If I hadn't received your message beforehand, I would have thought the Silver Spear in front of me was the real deal. Your oppressive aura is a bit too much, especially when you were casting spells. I felt like I was a goner."

"Nonsense, if I didn't act realistically, wouldn't I be exposed on the spot? But you…" Anduin complained with some distaste, "Your performance was too stiff. Can't you even do such a simple act? What were you shaking about when I was talking? And your expression was as stiff as a board. If anyone had seen your face, they would have seen through it long ago."

"There was nothing I could do, my lord. Your message only told me to stand up. I didn't know the Silver Spear in front of me was you. And you were acting so scary. When that Fiendfyre blade came down, I thought I was dead. How could I not be nervous?"

Karkaroff was also feeling a bit aggrieved at this point. Anduin hadn't explained things clearly to him beforehand. If he had known, he would have struck a cooler pose when he appeared.

"Whatever. Anyway, things have already progressed this far. Just pretend for a bit, use your magic to deflect my Fiendfyre, and then I'll take the opportunity to retreat. Remember to be high-profile, don't act like an expired light bulb!" Anduin was too lazy to waste time talking to Karkaroff. He didn't have that much time to waste here. He was already speechless watching Karkaroff acting all high and mighty in front of those Pure Land Society wizards.

"Oh, oh, oh…" Karkaroff now had that blank look again, which looked serious and indifferent but actually meant he had just realized what he needed to do. He nodded quickly in agreement, then gathered all his magic and poured it into the tip of his wand.

Meanwhile, the Pure Land Society wizards who were anxiously waiting in the distance suddenly saw a dazzling light flashing in the location where Karkaroff had been completely enveloped by the blue Fiendfyre. The light was so intense that they could feel it even through the blue flames.

"Bang!"

Karkaroff, who was in the center of the light, seemed to have detonated something. A torrent of dazzling light erupted, directly pushing away the blue Fiendfyre surrounding him.

Even the Thunderbird on the opposite side seemed to be affected by this torrent of light. Not only did he retract the azure blade in his hand, but he was even forced to take half a step back.

"Hmm, so this is the strength of the Durmstrang Deputy Headmaster?" The Thunderbird looked at Karkaroff, who had calmly withstood his spell, and nodded in approval. "Since my return to Northern Europe, I've finally met a true powerhouse. This trip to Norway was worth it, hahaha!"

The Thunderbird laughed loudly as if he had found a favorite toy, then looked at the other party heroically. "Igor Karkaroff, you are worthy of me remembering this name!"

"As expected of a powerhouse who can defeat Seth, this meeting is indeed extraordinary." Karkaroff looked at the Thunderbird with a solemn expression, and nodded in praise as well.

"I look forward to our next life-or-death encounter! Igor Karkaroff, I'll remember you!" The Thunderbird muttered the other party's name again in a low voice, and after dropping a harsh sentence, he suddenly Apparated and disappeared from the spot.

"Karkaroff actually! He really blocked that villain!"

"Lord Karkaroff is too strong!"

"Igor, I knew you could do it!"

After the Thunderbird left, the Jakobsen family wizards around him swarmed up. They looked at Karkaroff with glowing eyes, as if they were seeing him in a new light.

"I didn't expect you to be so strong. If I had known, I would have brought you along for the previous operation. If you had joined forces with Lord Seth, you might have really been able to defeat that Silver Spear!" A wizard walked up and said with some regret and self-blame.

"That's right. Compared to Lord Karkaroff, that Silver Spear is nothing. So what if he used his strongest move? He still couldn't do anything to Lord Karkaroff. We should have seized the opportunity to pursue and kill him just now, to avenge Lord Seth!"

Karkaroff's performance gave these Pure Land Society wizards great confidence, and even made them feel like counterattacking.

"No… cough, cough…"

Karkaroff had just opened his mouth to speak when he suddenly coughed violently. The surrounding wizards immediately gathered around him with concern.

"How are you, Karkaroff? Are you alright?" Knut stepped forward and helped the other party, asking with a worried face.

"Cough, cough… that Silver Spear's strength is extraordinary. I was just holding on just now. Fortunately, I scared him away. We can't delay any longer, we must leave quickly!" Karkaroff coughed heavily a few more times, then urged the others while panting.

Hearing Karkaroff's words, everyone was shocked. They had thought Karkaroff's calm performance meant that his strength was not weaker than that Silver Spear.

Who would have thought that he had been holding on all along? If that was the case, wouldn't that Silver Spear's strength be even stronger than they had imagined?

After a moment of fear, everyone quickly pulled Karkaroff, and took the remaining wounded and corpses, and hurriedly left the scene.

However, although Karkaroff looked sickly at this time, this made the Pure Land Society wizards admire him even more. After all, that Silver Spear was someone that even Seth couldn't deal with.

And Karkaroff, facing this invincible enemy, still stood up?

What did this represent? This represented loyalty and righteousness!

And the Pure Land Society valued emotional connections the most, so these Jakobsen family members had completely regarded Karkaroff as one of their own at this moment, and everyone approved of him.

Especially Knut, who had been Seth's assistant for many years, he had not forgotten what Seth had told him before his death. At this time, he finally understood what Seth's words 'Karkaroff is a talent' meant. Such a strong person should naturally be brought into the Jakobsen family.

At the same time, the death of Seth and a large number of Jakobsen family members had extremely bad consequences, and the situation must be stabilized as soon as possible, otherwise the family's position in Northern Europe may be shaken.

And Karkaroff, as the Deputy Headmaster of Durmstrang, was the most likely person to take over after Seth's death. Bringing him onto the Jakobsen family's ship would also consolidate the family's influence in Northern Europe!

Nodding secretly in his heart, Knut knew what to do when he went back!

…

On the other side.

In the Silver Spear's temporary camp, a group of wizards were celebrating their survival, and at the same time, they had truly witnessed the power of the Thunderbird. Now, neither the werewolves nor the Death Eaters had their previous arrogance.

In the end, this was still a world where strength reigned supreme. Fortunately, the Thunderbird was on their side, and fortunately, they were still alive.

When the Thunderbird returned to the camp, the surviving wizards had already roughly treated the wounded and collected the corpses under the command of the two Silver Spears, whether they were from the club or the Pure Land Society.

And seeing the Thunderbird again, everyone cast eyes mixed with admiration and fear. The scene of the Thunderbird slaughtering those Pure Land Society wizards had left a deep impression on them.

"How are you? Are the losses to the transport team heavy?" After appearing again, the Thunderbird went straight to the Old Crone, showing that he valued and trusted this disciple very much.

"Thank you for your concern, teacher. I am already fine. My injuries will heal in just two or three days, but during this time, I am still not very suitable for casting spells." As a potions professor, the Old Crone was still very good at dealing with injuries and diseases.

"As for the transport team… alas!" The Old Crone glanced at the scene that looked like it had been bombed from the sky, and the wizards who were almost all injured, and sighed helplessly.

"The goods are fine. After the examination by the Hushwing, most of the magical creatures were just frightened and there were no deaths."

"However, the losses in personnel are heavy. We originally had a total of 53 cooperating wizards. After this encounter, 18 wizards died on the spot, including 4 Death Eaters, 3 werewolves, and 11 black market collaborators supported from North America."

"Among the remaining 35 people, 6 were seriously injured and are currently receiving emergency treatment. I don't know if they can save their lives. The others have more or less injuries." The Old Crone sighed sadly again. The Pure Land Society wizards were extremely ruthless, which led to a very exaggerated mortality rate.

"What a bunch of trash. They were actually beaten so badly even though they had the advantage in numbers." The Thunderbird snorted coldly in dissatisfaction.

Fortunately, the place where they were talking was not close to the others, otherwise those wizards would have suffered psychological blows in addition to their physical injuries.

"By the way, teacher, did you solve those Pure Land Society wizards? I heard Seth's screams at the end. He should have been killed by you, right?"

After reporting the situation in the camp, the Old Crone immediately asked about the details of the Pure Land Society. These were the guys who had caused them so much trouble. Now that the feud had been formed, they had to be wiped out and no one should be left alive!

Otherwise, once these Pure Land Society people go back to report, they may be greeted by endless pursuit, and the club will have a hard time in Northern Europe in the future.

Originally, the Old Crone had full confidence in the Thunderbird, but at this time, she just asked casually for peace of mind, but what she received was the Thunderbird's shake of the head.

"The Pure Land Society had experts to respond, so they were not completely wiped out, and a few of them still ran back."