Vol 2 Chapter 1554: jealous

Unlike the situation of ordinary wizards and ordinary undead, the high-level combat power of undead is still on the defensive side.
Several clusters of black smoke moved quickly in the sky, and the black smoke filled the Harris side and shot downwards like a curse, chasing Voldemort, the Death Eaters and the death knights more accurately.
At this time, the Dark Lord, who had just stopped apparating, noticed that a few Harris were still staring at him and began to point his wand at him again, which forced him to once again conjure a silver shield from the thin air. To resist, these attacks caused obvious damage to the shield in an instant, and it crackled on the shield and made a low sound like a gong--a strange, creepy sound.
And just as he was using the silver shield to defend and thinking about the countermeasures, a long thin flame sneaked over from the necromancer's crotch next to him, and entangled Voldemort's body suddenly, including the shield and all the others. thing.
The ghostly dark green robe on Voldemort was instantly swallowed by the flames and burned more tattered, but the Black Lord quickly cast a spell to turn the fire rope into a poisonous snake, quickly descended from the body and flew out. Let this enchantment hiss fiercely at the caster-and seeing the attacker clearly made Voldemort feel even more humiliated and annoyed.
What made him so embarrassed turned out to be the youngest witch in the Harris family. Emily Harris, who hadn't come here the first time, was also called by Owen to brush her sense of existence after her clone was exposed.
If it was a one-on-one battle, it would never be as passive and embarrassed as it is now, nor would it be so humiliated-Voldemort looked at the death knight Javier who raised his axe and threw it with disgust, and realized that he hadn’t even noticed from him just now. The spell leaked over there.
The Harriss' offensive was so strong that Voldemort and these Muggle knights had to rely on each other's strength to fight the Harriss and their air forces.
"How many resources this pure-blood family occupies, even a little witch has carefully cultivated such strength."
Voldemort's hideous face turned his mouth on the ground mockingly, and then his gaze swept over Morgan Le Fay and Daisy who were cursing and killing the Death Eaters. The mummy-like corrupt artificial hands were clenched into fists.
The half-blood wizard, the Dark Lord, was swallowed by jealousy, feeling that fate was too unfair to him.
Now Voldemort knows that he is not even a living person. After being strengthened by the of death Helbo, even if he knows that he is still not an opponent of Alan Harris, he still has some confidence in his strength. I think that in today's world, no one can be an opponent, except for Alan and those gods.
So Voldemort was full of revenge when he came to attack the Great Wall, but the reality slapped him once again-almost everyone in the Harris family possessed the strength that he had desperately exchanged for.
These wizards were born in a pure-blooded family like Harris, and they easily got the knowledge and opportunities he did not get from these orphanages...
If the Gunter family can also have such strength... Voldemort thought that if he was born in such a pure-blood family, with his talent, he would have unified the magic world long ago, and would do better than them.
This kind of jealousy and unwillingness filled Voldemort's heart, but the screams of the Death Eaters around him before his death drew his attention back.
Voldemort changed his mind to look at the location where Bella had fallen and the other ones who were resisting the curse waste. He knew in his heart that if it hadn't been for the resurrection of the death Helbo, they had all been killed by Harris, or had been completely killed several times- And those Death Eaters who had the courage to accept their call to be loyal to him now were killed while alive, but they couldn't be resurrected by the of death.
As a result, the number of Death Eaters on his own side is decreasing...
The more he thought about it, the more annoyed Voldemort narrowed his eyes dangerously and stared at the living men who were still active on the battlefield.
In fact, those who can appear here are willing to follow the call, are all iron rods belonging to the Dark Lord such as Rabastan Lestrange.
In fact, the number of Death Eaters who received the summons is far less than the number of people who should have come, because this time many Death Eaters who are still alive, after the Dark Mark’s black hair and hot, did not Rush over at once.
One is because of the repeated failures of the Dark Lord, these Death Eaters have lost faith in his ability to lead them to victory, and both are because Harris’s action is nominally attacking death and saving the world. Many Death Eaters who knew nothing about it believed this.
In any case, these living people don't want themselves or their family members to die because of this, even if they are Death Eaters. In fact, the reason they were willing to join in the first place was also because Voldemort promised to give them the glory of pure blood and restore their family to their heyday-but if they join Death, let alone the family, they may even lose their lives. .
At this time, Rudolphs, who noticed Voldemort's expression, bounced off a curse that was shot at him, and secretly approached his brother Labstein. He had already guessed that Voldemort might want to say something. He speculated the facts. If it weren't on the battlefield right now, my master might have done it.
"Mr. Dark Lord~EbookFREE.me~ now I need you and your people to help me."
William held a shield to the sky with his hand to resist the curse and approached him. The bone horse he rode before had been exploded into powder in the previous battle, and the cold voice belonging to the dead gave a bit of sarcasm.
"War is not a competition of personal strength. You wizards don’t know how to fight... But I have to admit that you have some abilities that I can’t do. The family in the sky is not an opponent. So now there is a plan that needs your assistance to complete it. The task assigned by the master."
Later, the high-ranking undead and Death Eaters who were dependent on each other suddenly dispersed in the thick fog. This did not prevent Harris from tracking, but also made them need to face the family alone. The help of their accomplices will make them insist that they will be beaten to death in a gang for a shorter period of time.
At this time, watching the Harris disperse the enemy group, after a sparse cheer on the Great Wall, there was the sound of running and kicking.
In front of the battlements, the wizards whose eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes and cast spells so that their arms were sore and numb, relaxed their nerves and swayed to go back to rest. Some wizards who were too tired even sat directly on the ground. The wizards of the next class began to occupy their previous positions, and continued to perform magic according to the situation in the area.