Tangral's team had left the original crime scene and walked along a faint, increasingly brighter light.

They could perceive powerful fluctuations of mana at distant targets, as well as bright areas that could not be seen in the dazzling light.

Unfortunately, danger always comes unexpectedly.

Women are always more sensitive to the good, and Margaret Plessy is aware of some changes around her as a sorcerer in Tangral's squad and a sharp wizard specializing in healing magic.

There was another color between the dimness of the tunnel and the leaping golden-red of the flames in the distance.

Blue.

The blue light with a hint of turquoise, the same color as the fireflies I saw at the lake when I was a child, makes people feel peaceful. In the darkness, it is as if a starry sky is simulated.

These blue points of light already seemed to be flying ash produced by combustion, floating aimlessly in the air, floating irregularly.

Margaret raised her hand and took the initiative to hold a few points of light, the blue elves that the other team members didn't pay attention to at all.

"Why did you stop?"

Tangral suddenly heard the voices of the team members behind him, and he turned his head a little dissatisfied, after all, even a small voice in this dangerous area could bring unnecessary danger.

Margaret suddenly felt that her eyes were a little blurry after holding the blue point of light, she closed her eyes, shook her head vigorously, and then tried to focus her eyes on the blue point of light in her hand.

She looked up, and in those bright eyes that attracted countless people, she could see very blank but innocent eyes even in this dim tunnel.

Ahem......

The other hand that didn't hold the point of light covered his mouth, but the blood couldn't be suppressed and spit out.

"Little ......"

Before she could finish her last words, Margaret fell to the ground, blood that seemed to penetrate her skin, and soon turned the place where she had fallen into a pool of blood.

His dazed eyes completely lost focus, unconsciously staring at the top of the tunnel that was completely dark.

Damn it!

Tangral, who was walking in the front echelon, had no time to remind, and he quickly pulled a few people around him to evacuate to the front.

They could only watch as Margaret's corpse emitted a cold and brilliant blue light, and countless points of light burst out, devouring those team members who did not evacuate in time.

In just a few breaths, there were only five people left in Tangral's team, and the teammates who had just marched together had already fallen in a pool of their own blood.

Only the remnants of the blue elves continued to float in the air, unlethal, leisurely searching for the next curious prey in this space.

Some headaches......

None of the Tangral ranks were meaningless, each of them had their own role, and the loss of five people was ostensibly reduced by fifty percent of their strength.

But in terms of overall ability, it is far more than 50 percent weakness.

Like Marguerite, not only is she a skilled medical magician to protect the lives of the other team members, she is also a rare naturalist, she is the grandson of Jean-Henri Casimir Fabre, the last naturalist in France.

In the present when naturalism is weakened, every naturalist cherishes it as much as Landau, an all-round physicist.

Margaret's identity is not limited to this, although it was her own strong request that she finally joined the Ministry of Magic's Einsatzgruppen, but many people know that this is just an experience given to her by the family behind her.

"Why did Margaret die......"

Tangral closed his eyes and sighed fiercely inwardly, and he continued to walk with his teammates, all of whom became more gloomy.

There were no conditions to keep a quiet march here, there were too many walking corpses, and before they reached the location of the circle surrounded by sacrifices from Victor's message, they were already blocked by the walking corpses.

The walking corpse will attack all living objects, and it will require the use of magic to prevent its own life force from being detected, while other dark creatures, especially necromancers, have a strong ability to detect magic.

The five Tangrals could only prioritize attacking the walking corpses around them and in front of them, trying to move forward.

Because, as a member of the Ministry of Magic, even ordinary people will know that sometimes they have to move forward even if they know that they will die. That's the biggest difference between people and those low-level creatures, isn't it?

The only pity is that they don't know that what they are doing is only pushing the situation down to a worse situation.

Similarly, Edmund's team was not doing very well, and although they did not suddenly die in battle, everyone experienced a lot of scars.

The walking dead are not the most terrifying thing, and although there are no specific weaknesses, each of the ten-man squad is the elite of the wizarding world, and their magical firepower is like a Muggle cannon.

There is no grass under the Shilka River, not to mention the walking corpses, the danger of the walking corpses is mainly to lay siege to the lone humans, who are like sharks smelling blood, tirelessly marching towards their targets.

Although they can burst out with cannon-like firepower in a short period of time, humans are not machines after all, even if they are machines, they have to stop to cool down, not to mention humans, in addition to the consumption of mana, there is also the wear and tear of mental power every time they cast a spell.

"Leave me here, I can still get their attention, and you can go and support Tangral's team. ”

It was one of the targets of this time who spoke, Victor, who felt that he could die at any time.

Compared to when he reported the situation to the Ministry of Magic, the scars on his body were much more serious, especially since those huge wounds were caused by dark magic, and black magic wounds could not be healed casually.

He sat on a makeshift stretcher that had been placed on the ground, and the rest of the team had been carrying him away using the levitation technique, but now it seemed that even ten people might not be enough to be at their best, let alone leave one person to take care of him.

He could also see the resentment in the eyes of the agent named Leybin, he knew too well, every rescue mission would definitely induce conflicts in the team, why should everyone be human, and the members of a small team would sacrifice themselves to save you.

Edmund bent down and looked at Victor: "I don't want to see your precious daughter standing in front of your grave crying, save your energy and stay honestly, if we don't go out, someone else will come to pick us up soon." ”

Airplanes!

The sound was low and erupted, and something sharp quickly streaked through the air!

Edmund, who was hunched over, turned his head and watched as the entire body of the team behind him was slapped in two from his chest, and the giant scythe-like blades flashed in the cold light under the emergency light, and they were stained with blood and minced flesh.

An inverted triangular head emerged from the darkness, and the two egg-like eyes, which occupied eighty percent of the skull, glowed red, locking on the two people in front of them.