It's big.

This was Allen's first reaction.

Just as the purple crows condensed by the magic power frantically pounced on those guys, several protective magic spells firmly blocked in front of the gathered wizards, although each attack caused a dull sound on the pale pink shield, but the thin shield showed no signs of breaking, and there was a faint tendency to thicken under the blessing of magic props...

"So, I really hate these guys," Alan frowned, shook his head and complained, "God knows how many life-saving things have been on this group of wizards who have been handed down for I don't know how many generations. ”

Of course, at the same time, the land began to shake unsteadily, and the vines even generated rock protrusions trying to sneak up on the other side from the defensive corners that the other party had not taken into account - but to no avail.

In the wizard's duel, he is still quite vigilant against attacks from the ground, especially the gang of black magic players on the opposite side, and the average defense level is a notch higher than the strength that Alan has seen - after all, black magic is in research, if the protection is not good, it is too easy to be killed by himself (such as the brilliant results left by the flames of the same level as Amaterasu).

As the ground shook to the extreme, there was a series of explosions in the area where the dark wizards were located, however, the magic protection that was already hard enough didn't even shake a few times, let alone show any signs of cracking or something like that.

......

Alan felt that his head was a little big.

Although the opponent's strength was at the level of being hung up and pressed on the ground at will, a group of people gathered together and directly carried his attack down - with the strength of the shield, I am afraid that Arvada will not be able to break the defense - after all, Arvada focuses on lethality rather than breaking local defenses or something.

That doesn't make it easy - if you don't kill people quickly, the devil knows what will happen next.

Not to mention that the other party is a snake on the ground, if someone from the German Ministry of Magic comes, it is not necessarily a question of who to help, just if the other party escapes one or two, the following days will become very disgusting - compared to direct killing, the evil effects of black magic are the most disgusting place.

Not to mention Germany, the holy land of black magic, even in the United Kingdom, where black magic is not used much, there is more than one Minister of Magic who was killed by black magic in office - this was before the time of Voldemort.

As for Voldemort himself, Dumbledore, who had been cursed by the lesson, lost an unknown amount of hair in order to find his teacher - considering the amount of Voldemort's hair, Alan highly suspected that it was a sacrificial curse...

Although it is customary to call each other a rookie, the real strength of a cadre is definitely not bad, if you run away, it is really troublesome to find trouble by all means.

It has to be decided quickly, Alan nodded lightly, and silently made up his mind - although it is a bit extravagant, but in order to directly use magic to blast the other party's protection away, drinking blue medicine is a must, otherwise the magic power will not be able to support it at all.

"Wait—Mr. Robinter, I think we can talk. ”

A somewhat urgent shout came from the shield, leaving Alan stunned - although he certainly couldn't let the other party out alive, it was not a waste to use this to almost make another attempt.

"Oh?" Alan moved his gaze to the person who spoke in the middle of the other party, and thought in his heart about what kind of magic this shield would be better for, but his face did not show a trace of desire to attack at all, quite peaceful, and even a little taken for granted - although he didn't know what the other party was, but obviously pretending to be stupid and pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger would not work for the other party, so simply change the style that the other party should want to see.

However, just as he looked at the other party, a pair of red eyes stared at him, and then, with a bit of revenge, mocked: "Die in a dream, little ghost!"