Chapter 1811: Night battle

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A bright blue and white arc of light cut through the deep and dark fog, leaving large patches of ice crystals and frost marks on the ground. Wherever it went, whether it was ordinary living corpses or evolutions, it had frozen into an ice sculpture.
Ron took a few steps back with his arm wearing a rune arm shield, and finally fell to the ground with his butt, his face full of tiredness.
Even if there was additional training on the island in accordance with Maca's arrangements before, he could use the rule runes forcibly, which obviously has a very heavy burden on him. But he was very happy, because the power of the cooling rules was really extraordinarily powerful.
"Ron, are you okay?"
Ginny on the side was a little worried, after all, Ron had been fighting with the corpses all night with them, and the original consumption was not small.
When Ron saw this, he waved his hands quickly, and then panted again and got up from the ground.
"Ginny, don't get distracted!"
It was almost the next morning, and everyone had accumulated a lot of fatigue due to constant fighting. Fortunately, this defensive battle with only five of them was not bad. Overnight, there were basically no remaining living corpses.
Of course, in addition to Ron's cooling rule, the rest mainly relied on Harry's bravery. Even if the scruples are still alive and the rules of fury in the Gryffindor sword are not used, but with the sharpness of the sword itself and now Harry's advantage, those living bodies are still not his opponents at all.
However, what must be mentioned tonight is Neville's performance.
"boom!"
When Ginny was a little distracted because she was worried about Ron's condition, a living corpse that had evolved too fast came to her from the side. Ron did find it, but before he could do anything, he saw a sharp claw of silver shining out of the fog, and flew the skinny corpse away.
The next moment, he and Ginny saw Neville and Hannah riding on the back of the Silver Lion, and landed beside them steadily.
"Be careful," Neville said casually as he watched the front of him alert, "there are not many, but the remaining corpses have obviously evolved to account for the majority-Harry is busy and a few It only evolves a relatively high degree of manoeuvre, and for the time being it can be ignored. "
"Well," Ginny nodded. "Thank you."
"It's okay," Neville turned and smiled. "Let's work harder! Maybe it can be cleared before dawn ... But no matter what, we can survive this battle ... Hannah and I Go and help Harry, take care of yourself. "
Before the words fell, Neville and Hannah leaped on the majestic Silver Lion, rushing into the fog ahead, and were swallowed up by the black mist in a blink of an eye.
"Ron, you've just used your arm shield once. Take a rest! Give it to me."
After Ginny watched Neville leave, she waved her hand to let Ron stand behind her, and then she waved her wand again.
With the protection of the robes made by Maca, the effect is quite significant at least when facing ordinary living corpses. Just be careful not to be attacked, even Ginny can fight them.
Ron was really tired right now. Seeing that Ginny was so persistent, she chose to back down and acted as a backing for Ginny.
At the same time, as Neville said before, Harry was in full swing with his sword in hand.
"Uh-"
As he passed by one of the speed corpses, Harry squatted down to avoid the opponent's slam, and then backhanded with a sword.
These guys don't have much blood, and they are very sticky and dark, which makes people feel sick. But he had cut more, and Harry was accustomed to it.
He splashed some more on him now, and he didn't care, as long as the Gryffindor sword was still as clean as new, he could continue to fight smoothly.
"Three left."
After rolling suddenly to the side and avoiding another attack, he calculated the number of living corpses that were besieging himself in the surrounding fog, and ran out in a certain direction again.
At present, the hardest thing to deal with is the giant body that is composed by the body of the defeated living corpse. Because of its huge size, the sharpness of the Gryffindor sword is not easy to achieve. So in the middle of the night, after using one of the fire bottles made by Maca to kill one, now everyone has killed the living corpses and started to bury it underground.
This undoubtedly made the battle a lot of effort, but the effect was significant. The huge aggregate did not reappear, only occasionally resuscitated living corpses appeared. It was not a difficult problem to solve it again.
Of course, Harry is actually very tired now.
"I'm here," Suddenly, Neville's voice appeared from behind, yelling at Harry, "Give me this big man."
"Be careful not to let it touch, it's powerful."
Harry reminded him, and then he continued to wave his sword and cut the oncoming ordinary corpse into two sections. Then he saw the wand in his left hand gently picking, and screamed:
"A broom is flying!"
The voice didn't fall. The flying broomstick, which had been temporarily aside because of the need for more flexible action, suddenly jumped from the ground and hurried towards him. When he was close, Harry stomped, and sat exactly on it, being pinched by two speed corpses flying away.
Soon, he controlled the broom and turned around in a circle in the midair, then came back and swiftly passed by the two corpses. Gryffindor swords shone with a silvery luster, two in and two out on them, and cleaned them up in one fell swoop.
"Get up!"
Thanks to the power of the metamorphosis ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Harry turned up some dirt—although it was far from Maca's original tendency to make waves, it was more than enough to bury a small number of living corpses.
Hearing the fog on the other side, the guardian lion of Neville seemed to have resolved the power-type living corpse, and Ha used a little breath to secretly calculate that Safina, who had left before night. The itinerary.
"If you don't take a break before you get to the port, you should have arrived at Boothbatton now?"
He was thinking so, but suddenly he heard a faint audible voice, coming from the direction that was not the entrance to the town where Ginny and Ron were.
"Not a corpse ... who is it?"
Or maybe it should be said that, in addition to the five of them, who else will run around this dark night?
Worrying about Ginny's safety, Harry couldn't even bother to give Neville a handle, and flew back on a flying broomstick.
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