Chapter 107: Life and Death Fight

The fierce fighting escalated, more and more wizards fell, and the people who could stand became more visible.

Ten minutes into the battle, there were less than twenty wizards still standing, including Sephiroth on the Death Eater side. Half of the men and horses in their thirties fell in just a few minutes. The Order of the Phoenix was even more bleak, and counting Neville, who didn't participate in the battle, and the people in charge of protecting him, there were only about a dozen people.

Comparatively speaking, it was the Death Eaters who lost more wizards. Although the overall strength is the advantage of the Death Eaters, except for the two top bosses, the Death Eaters still barely have a little advantage, but the lack of harmony is the biggest shortcoming of the Death Eaters, and in addition to the various betrayals in the battle, the casualty ratio of the Death Eaters actually exceeds that of the Order of the Phoenix.

You know, behind the Order of the Phoenix, there are werewolves, vampires, and Dementors to carry out sneak attacks.

"Dumbledore, it looks like your people are going to run out!"

Voldemort shouted at Dumbledore on the other side of the battlefield, neither of these two bosses had joined the battle in the previous battle, and their battle was only between each other.

"Really? How can I see that it's your people who are falling more? ”

Dumbledore asked with a grin.

Only then did Voldemort realize that Dumbledore didn't seem to show an agitated reaction until now.

weishenme？ There's no better chance of winning, isn't it?

Voldemort secretly raised his vigilance, for Dumbledore, an old rival who had suppressed him for almost his life, even if he saw him die, Voldemort would wonder if there would be any conspiracy.

Until Zuihou was in the moment, no one could guess what means Dumbledore had prepared.

"Everyone, listen up, step up the attack!"

Voldemort was ruthless, and whatever Dumbledore wanted to do, it wouldn't be a problem to kill them until then.

The Death Eaters who were still active looked at each other and smiled bitterly, by this time, even they were almost running out of oil, and the magic power in their bodies would definitely not be extravagant enough to support them in one big move after another. At this time, their average strength had all dropped by several levels, and wizards without magic power were almost equal to ordinary people.

Sephiroth didn't use Joan of Arc's ice ability and just fought as a wizard, and now he's a little out of breath.

Hearing Voldemort's impersonal order, the werewolf, who was driven crazy by the smell of blood, immediately pounced on the wizards of the Order of the Phoenix, the vampires wandered around the edge and added a scratch or two to the enemy's body from time to time, and the Dementors did not receive the assistance of the Death Eaters in the previous battle because their grandmother did not love their uncle, and these Dementors had already turned to ashes.

Seeing that their allies were so desperate, how could the Death Eaters dare to put forward half a "no" and become entangled with the wizards of the Order of the Phoenix again under the leadership of Lucius and his cadres.

You can yujian, after this battle, there are many wizards who will fall here forever.

When the wizards under them have exhausted their magic power, the two bosses will take action in person, and then they don't have to worry about being beaten by the enemy, which is also the consistent mode of wizard wars.

"What should I do if the magic is gone, it's very simple, you have to use your fists at this time."

A muscular-looking wizard of the Order of the Phoenix seemed to have exhausted his magic power, and as soon as he put his wand in his pocket, he raised his fist and lunged at Sephiroth.

"Actually with fists, what a savage and low-level guy."

Sephiroth frowned, took two quick steps at his feet, and with a flick of his wrist, the wand in his palm turned into a bright sword.

"You don't think we're purebloods like the powerless wizards in the novels, do you?"

A fancy aristocratic swordsmanship was used in the hands of Sephiroth, and the swordsmanship practiced by the pure-blood family since childhood was not covered. After so many years of inheritance in a pure-blood family, has no one discovered the shortcomings of wizards? It's impossible.

Several swords flew in a row, stabbing the wizard on the other side like a leaky sieve, and blood splattered out of the holes.

“Oh，shit！”

Looking at the bloody wounds on his arm, the Order of the Phoenix wizard, who thought he was quite muscular, wanted to cry without tears. Who knew that the skinny Death Eater had such a melee ability, and the pure-blood wizards recorded in those novels and biographies weren't all skinny ribs that fell when the wind blew?

Bastard, who wrote that book, it's a miserable old man!

The wizard of the Order of the Phoenix was so annoyed that he tore off the corner of his robe and hurriedly tied it around the wound a few times, so that he could stop the bleeding first.

Suddenly, he remembered that the author of that book that pits the dead and does not pay for their lives is not that Lockhart of something?

Looking at the wizard's face on the other side, which was constantly changing like a chameleon, Sephiroth didn't know what he was thinking, and if he knew, he would probably only give Lockhart a thumbs up, another fool.

"Hehe, why don't you dare to step forward, wasn't you still very arrogant just now?"

With such a fluff that he pulled a sword flower, the two-finger-wide blade seeped through like a poisonous snake spitting a letter with the turn of Sephiroth's wrist.

"If you don't go, I'm welcome."

Sephiroth took a moment to glance around, now almost everyone has given up strong magic, there should be a small power to consume small magic, some wizards who think they are not weak in hand-to-hand combat have already raised their fists, and werewolves and vampires seem to be even more at home at this time.

It's a pity that too many werewolves and vampires died in the previous battles, and there are only two or three of them, all of which are entangled by a few wizards on the other side who have preserved their magic until now, and they have no effect.

"Oh, I didn't see it, I didn't expect Uncle Lucius to have such a gentleman."

Sephiroth muttered something quietly, probably so faint that it could only be heard by someone else's ear. Out of the corner of his eye, Lucius and Arthur Weasley were fighting together, punching me and kicking you, and their wands had fallen somewhere.

"Rest in peace!"

After trembling a few moves, one accelerated, and the tip of the sword slashed lightly across the opponent's neck, and a touch of bright red slid down the blade.

"Uh-uh......"

Unable to hold his throat with confidence, blood still flowed from his fingers, and all that came out of his mouth was some blood foam, and with nostalgia and regret for Shijie, the young wizard who was so brave that he fought Sephiroth with his bare hands for nearly three minutes fell to the ground. His shijie gradually dissolved into pain and a blur, and his body, which gradually became cold, told him that death had come to him.

The hot, sticky sensation on his cheeks told Sephiroth that another young life had ended at his hand.

Blankly brushing his sleeve, Sephiroth drew in with his sword towards his father, who was being pinned to the ground by two wizards of the Order of the Phoenix.

"Be careful!"

One of the Order of the Phoenix wizards, who was pressing Big Sterling to the ground and beating him, yelled at his companion and slammed into the other wizard.

"What...... Oh, no! Bill! ”

Charlie Weasley, the second son of the Weasleys, the red-haired, obvious symbol of the Weasleys, was now letting out a heart-wrenching scream, and the pain expressed in that cry was in no way caused by fire or incantation.

In order to save him, in order to knock him away from the sneak attack that failed to react in time, Bill had to use his body to meet the sharp sword that Saphiroth pierced through the air.

As a son of man, it is not good to watch his father being pressed to the ground and beaten. Sephiroth felt between the shaking crowds on the battlefield in the direction of Great Stirling.

Sephiroth was not seen by the second son of Weasley, and when he got close enough, he finally aimed his long sword at the back of the opponent's neck and stabbed at the red-haired wizard.

Although Charlie, who had his back to him, did not notice the danger coming, the shrewd and capable eldest son Bill was shocked when he saw danger coming from behind his younger brother. Death had come behind him and raised the life-harvesting scythe, and Charlie didn't know anything about it.

In desperation, Bill couldn't help but open his mouth and scream, and his body was so unintentional that he knocked Charlie away. Charlie is saved, but he must face the tip of the sword that strikes at him.

Seeing Weasley's brotherly affection, Sephiroth sneered and lowered his sword slightly.

A sword pierced the heart, facing Sephiroth, who had been preparing for a sneak attack, in a hurry, Bill didn't have time to react more, and it was already an outbreak of urgency to be able to knock Charlie away in time.

"No-no-no!"

Seeing Bill's tragic condition, Charlie fell to his knees and wailed and cried.

"Nope! Bill, you can't die! How can you just die? ”

Charlie's broad, weather-beaten, freckled, almost brownish-black face was a mess of dirt and tears.

"Since you're so sad, you can go down and accompany him."

Indifferent to the death of others, Sephiroth pulled his sword out of Bill's body and sprayed a handful of delicate blood on Great Sterling's body, and he finally recovered from the dizziness of being beaten at the sound of Sephiroth's voice.

Being beaten to the ground like a dead dog by two juniors, and needing his own children to save his life, was definitely not a haode experience for Mr. Big Sterling.

At this moment, he was full of anger that needed to be vented.

"Don't think!"

Arthur, who had gotten rid of Lucius at some point, threw a bowl-sized stone at Big Sterling's head, and in order not to break his head, Big Sterling had to give up his intention to take revenge on Charlie and give priority to the flying stones.

"Charlie, are you alright?"

Taking advantage of the time for Big Sterling to dodge, Arthur rushed over, and before he had time to grieve for the sacrificial Bill, Arthur pulled Charlie up, and the two of them stared nervously at the two Death Eaters who seemed to be united in front of them.

"I'm going to avenge Bill! Kill you! ”

After a stalemate, after the young man recovered quickly, Charlie rushed towards Sephiroth with red eyes.

"Look for death!"

With a cruel grin, Sephiroth was not to be outdone, raising his sword to meet him.

"Arthur, our battle isn't over yet."

Just as Arthur was about to fight Big Sterling, Lucius, who was bruised in the eyes and grinned in the air, pounced on him from behind, and Big Sterling rushed up, and the two punched and kicked Arthur on the ground mercilessly.

"Father!"

When Charlie saw it, he was immediately anxious, and he immediately wanted to go over and rescue his father.

"Do you have the energy to observe other places? What a shame for me! ”

Distracting from the end, Sephiroth picked up, and a half-meter-long scar appeared on Charlie's chest.

Fortunately, Sephiroth used a bayonet sword, but the wound was not very deep, and now he was more excited, this wound did not affect Charlie's actions.

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PS: Hang another one, sprinkle flowers! The point of war is the death, and the big movies have to die. The bento has been distributed, take it and get it done! There are too many people in the Weasley family, and there are more than pure-bloods, so watch me cut him.