Chapter 704: Dramatic turn

"I said, now! Give up both the magic stone and the painful dagger! Don't say anything that takes time ... three days later? Don't say three days, I don't want to wait even three minutes! Give it out immediately, even if there is only a painful dagger OK, give it to me! "
While Maca was still trying to get time, the old man in the white robe suddenly took off the hood on his head and yelled frantically.
It can be seen that as the old man suddenly burst into anger, the blood vessels on his bald head appeared.
To be honest, this sudden mood burst really made Maca's side a bit embarrassed.
Obviously, although the reason is not known, the other party is really anxious. If Maca did have that dagger, the scale of victory would now be tilted towards him, even if there were no magic stones, if he worked harder, he would be able to exchange all six children back.
However, what painful dagger he had never actually owned. Right now, even if the other party is willing to retreat under anxiety, what is missing is not, and he cannot give it if he wants.
As a result, the original theoretical advantage completely became his disadvantage.
"That being the case, then there is no way ..."
After Maca muttered secretly in her heart, she was ready to use it. Although crude means increase risk, time is already too tight, and effective means will be absent for a while.
But he just made some preparations under his heart, and didn't even move. The old bald man hummed first.
"do not move!"
Although the expression on the other side was full of restlessness, his thinking was still very calm.
"Don't try to forcibly steal someone from me-heir, I admit that your magic is really amazing, but it is impossible to take hostages from me. To tell you the truth, I only need one thought, Those children will die immediately! "
No, this feeling ...
"By the way, I want to remind you one more thing," the old man said with a yell, "Although your soul-struck magic is very fast, I advise you not to use it, because that magic is good for my followers. Ineffective. "
Rather than "calm", it is better to say ...
"Recapture the mind?" Macarta suddenly gave a warning sign, and secretly said, "No, it can't be recapture the mind. There is no response to the closure of the brain ... The old man seems to have the blood of the prophet ... Is it somehow? Predictive ability? "
The words of the bald old man made Maca's nerves tense-yes, he really wanted to use soul magic just now.
As long as he creates a momentary encounter in the opponent's consciousness, he can forcefully take the hostage. There are risks, of course, and he can't guarantee that nothing will go wrong at all, but the chance of success should not be small.
However, the old man first interrupted his actions with one sentence exactly the moment before he was about to start, and then he clearly stated his calculations with another sentence.
If it wasn't for the other person's devotional thoughts to be so strong that he couldn't even notice it, then I'm afraid it's a true prophetic talent.
If you think of the old man's prediction and several accurate calculations, Maca can't help but affirm his own inference.
"If it is the ability to predict in a short time, it will be troublesome ..."
Maca, who had dealt with the rules of time a few times, knew exactly how tricky it was. If the ordinary prophets have the gift of prophecy, then there is at least some room for change, after all, the future is equivalent to constant change. But if it is predicted for a short time, it means that every move will be severely restricted.
"I know what you want to say--"
Maca was about to speak, but his thoughts were interrupted precisely when it turned into action.
"You're right ... But I don't want to tell you this now. Give it over—the painful dagger, give it to me quickly! I don't have that much time to waste with you, it's too late ... "
Maca really wanted to ask this time: "You can guess so, don't you know I don't have that broken dagger?"
But he just thought so, but hesitated again. Yes! Since the old man of the prophet snapped his dagger in his hand, is it possible ... he did, but he didn't realize it?
At first Royna removed him from several ancient scenes before he came into contact with the dagger, and was buried with emotion by the broken dagger. But what happened later? In other words, were those scenes similar to the effect of a meditation basin, or were they really sent to the ancient assassin?
There are still many questions, even more and more complex, but this is not something that can be asked directly. If you let the other party know that they have no painful dagger at all, and that they don't believe others, at least most of the children will fall into the crisis of death.
Just as Marca was sabotaged by the prophet old man one after another, and gradually got into a dilemma, a subtle but exceptionally clear voice rang out from the crowd on one side. The voice was familiar, but it wasn't Lenny who had made a noise before, but the voice of another girl who was slightly cold.
"Bungu1a turns south from 2776 to 3oo ..."
A strange word, mixed with Latin constellation names and English numbers, was surprisingly fast.
When this sentence fell into his ears, Maca showed that the bald old man in front of him changed his face, and the original irritability suddenly changed into incomparable surprise and surprise.
Looking at his expression, it seemed that he had heard something incredible, so that he could not react for a while.
"South Corvus-" "Hands on!"
Followed by the second sentence, similar to the magic mantra, can clearly distinguish the regularity of syllables and tones.
But the old man finally responded this time, and before the voice was finished, the black robes behind him actually dispatched most of them. I saw thirty or forty believers withdrawing daggers at the same time. They went from static to moving almost instantaneously, exposing the greatest degree, watching to steal the life of the voice master before he finished speaking.
But how could Maca just watch the other person act like that?
The wand appeared in his hand for a moment, and then a cold breath enveloped the vast space here. The black robes who flew to the crowd from all angles suddenly had a layer of naked eyes visible. Frost.
However, there are too many people here, and it is very difficult to stop all attackers without using large-scale magic.
Probably the danger came from the suddenly cold air, and the people around them started to crowd back. In fact, the onlookers have gradually retreated a little distance since the beginning, but that is obviously not enough.
The scene began to confuse.
The dreaded cold current that Maca uses the cooling rule is naturally significant. Although the believers were fast, they slowed down in the process of running, and all of them were frozen in the way.
But two of them were not "taken care of", because when they started to reduce, they had already rushed into the crowd.
"1o68 turn 437." "Well."
At the same time that the voice was worth reading this second sentence, the sound of the sharp blade across the body made Maca's eyes suddenly jump. But strangely, there was no cry or wailing in the crowd.
"The northern crown (netaBorea1is) 1528, not visible."
As the third sentence was spoken by the bland voice again, Maca took a deep breath. And the footsteps that he was originally running there, changed the course of action the next second, and quickly returned to the kidnapped children.
Because he appeared keenly, the magical fluctuations in the bald old man calmed down quickly, and even his pupils spread slightly—a sign of temporary loss of consciousness.
Maca's degree is not inferior to those of the black robes, and even faster. I saw him rushing at the six believers like a gust of wind, and the six magical blades sent in advance passed precisely through their eyebrows, and the children returned to his protection.
When he carefully pushed the six little ones back to the other side, the other believers remained in place, as if there was no time to respond.
Or maybe they can't move at all ...
"Professor McLean, you just need to keep the old man under control. Others in black robes don't care."
When Maca heard that, she turned her head and glanced at her, then her pupils shrank.
"Sarah, you—"
"Professor McLean, I'm fine ... please do it as soon as possible."
Maca glanced at Sarah's right shoulder, where something was obviously missing, the scarlet color stimulated his nerves; and looking behind her, the missing thing lay quietly in a pool of blood. Medium and extremely dazzling.
Can this be called "all right"?
Compared with Sarah, who is so calm as to be weird, those who are scared and screamed by this scene are much more normal, even if those horrified faces are not really good-looking.
Marka had somehow noticed Sarah's strange place, and had her own secret. But even Maca can't imagine that he will see this weird picture today ~ EbookFREE.me ~ but no matter how confused, he will not lose due judgment. Sarah's calmness caused Maca to decisively cast a curse on the bald old man who was still missing after giving the children to Professor McGonagall.
Behind Maca, Professor Sprout and Mrs. Pomfrey at the school hospital rushed to Sarah, and it was obvious that she was going to be treated in time. In this regard, Sarah didn't say much, but just stood still and let them do it.
"This ... doesn't work," Pomfrey's expression was dignified, "perhaps some dark magic is attached to the blade of the severed arm ..."
But Sarah just shook her head.
"Please be assured, I think ... it's all up to Professor McLean."

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