Tom Riddle, who left a heavy mark in the history of magic, left a famous quote about the sudden unplanned variables. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Kill the ones that get in the way!

Coincidentally, every single one of the most important figures in ancient and modern times, both in China and abroad, will have this idea - including the one that Alan is facing now.

At this moment, Alan was eager to pull out the bat that he had beaten out and kill it alone--didn't the bat probe by sonic waves?

It's clear that Eren is wrong to blame others, they are blood and not bat spirits, and turning into a bat does not mean that people are blind like bats - and besides, the important thing for Alan at the moment is not this, but the attention of the blood clan is completely focused on him.

Whether in ancient times or now, countless examples on the battlefield tell us that the more you wear on the battlefield, the sooner you die, unless you are strong enough to crush the past - just like the god of war in Nagasakapo, or the god of war in Tiger Prison.

But Eren is in such a stalemate, he is usually inconspicuous in his wizarding robes, but now he stands out in a battlefield full of werewolves and vampires - the specific situation can be illustrated by pictures.

Vampire +1+1。。。。。。

Allan

Werewolf +1+1。。。。。.

Fortunately, the form of the scene was not so bad, and Toellen was quite diligent in brushing his face in the afternoon, at least he was not the target of those sober werewolves.

But this is not enough, how to minimize the pressure on yourself on the battlefield?

It didn't take long for Alan to show this magic method for everyone present.

"The Cloak of Invisibility is flying!" - Allen's first spell was not aggressive, but pointed at an inconspicuous bush of grass.

With a touch of silver objects flying towards Allen, a swearing figure appeared in that place.

He's just passing through, the Aurors have a responsibility to protect law-abiding citizens, and although the Ministry of Magic doesn't fully accept werewolves, there's nothing wrong with showing friendly support, right?

At this time, the stunned vampire leader finally reacted, and the two wizards didn't seem to him to make a big splash.

"Kill the human wizards who are in the way!"

Seven black shadows split from the battlefield and attacked the two of them, while the others began to attack the werewolves tentatively - either with claws and close attacks to retreat without seeing results, or from a distance to use magic to attack the outermost werewolves - not a single fool would rush into the wolves, and in a dense formation, even the dragon would be torn to pieces by the werewolves' claws and teeth.

In normal times, elite werewolf warriors would definitely be able to tear the vampires into pieces in small formations, but unfortunately, there are too many burdens among them at the moment - they have to be distracted to take care of their children, and they have to let the little ones who have lost their minds to be cruel to them.

However, this has little to do with Alan, who made the same choice as Mr. Auror when the vampires attacked - turn back and flee.

The better you perform on the battlefield, the more enemies you will attract, and if the werewolves can't tell the difference, attracting too many vampires there is undoubtedly a dead end.

The vampires weren't too surprised to see Alan and the two of them escape—this kind of awkward escape was all too familiar to them who hunted ordinary people most of the time, but it was still rare for it to happen to wizards.

However, this is completely ineffective - although the Bloodline can only fly at low altitude and low speed in the transformed state, far less than the speed of the bat, but definitely faster than the human race.

Eren and the Auror looked at each other, nodded, and ran in completely different directions.

Seeing this, the vampires were also divided into two waves, probably because of Allen's young age, and he only divided three of them - it is worth mentioning that one of them was the one he knocked unconscious.

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Marven is a happy vampire, his race has stabilized when he was born, and he was arranged to have his own cemetery and stone pavilion when he was able to transform into a human form, instead of being hunted down by the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic every day, as his predecessors cried about.

Aside from the fact that he had to retrieve the No-Maj from a very far away place that would last for half a month at most, he felt that his life was perfect now - until some time ago he heard the news that a vampire's graveyard next door had been wiped out by a werewolf and an Auror.

The patriarch said that for the sake of the safety of the race, they had to eliminate the werewolves - everyone had fled from the European continent, so why did the werewolves have to kill each other?

Werewolves can easily discover the Bloodline's graveyard than the Aurors, and if they are not erased, the Werewolves will sooner or later wipe out the Bloodline—that's what the Patriarch probably said.

As for the elegance of the Bloods, they had long since abandoned them when they had nothing to eat—if it had to be wise, he was a newborn born who had not yet settled into the light that had been worn out by time.

Therefore, he was very envious of the seniors in their fifties, who were allowed to blend into the city under the guise of human identity, because the patriarch said that they had finally reached adulthood after a long career, and were able to live independently of the protection of the race.

Prior to this attack, the Patriarch had recruited some of their oldest Clansmen to join the three largest clans in the vicinity - none of those who had gone out to live alone had been recruited, supposedly to prevent the Ministry of Magic from discovering them.

The patriarch said that this attack was one of the seven largest tribes of werewolves, and hoped that they would be able to truly become adults in this battle between iron and blood, and awaken the grace and wisdom that belonged to the blood clan.

It is a pity that when Ma Wenxing rushed to the battlefield, he was knocked to the ground by a mere witchcraft in front of all the blood clans of the three tribes - this was the greatest shame he had ever been born with! Even Miss Samantha, whom he had always admired, stared at him with mocking eyes!

Therefore, after the patriarch spoke, he rushed out as soon as possible, he was going to suck the blood of that bastard imp dry, and then hang his body on the most terrifying cross to dry!

Closer, closer, the little imp is getting closer and closer to him, as soon as he turns this corner, the fresh blood of that little ghost will be sucked through his fangs, which makes him feel his body heat up all year round - his own teeth praised as the most elegant and biting the bastard's neck are definitely a reward for that damn little ghost!

However, around the corner, what awaited them was not only the little wizard who should have been panicked but sneered, but also the crows that struck the soul!