On a street corner in Granada, Hoffa stands motionless in his wheelchair. Gasp.

He didn't start the ghost walk, and was just in a normal stealth state at the moment.

A group of soldiers scurried past them, unaware of the chameleon-like Hoffa, stuck between two trash cans.

The soldier's footsteps disappeared, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

But in the distance, there was an angry roar.

He stood at the mouth of the alley and turned his head to look. I saw the Gestapo who had been burned and swollen by himself rushed into the jeep, picked up the walkie-talkie and muttered nonsense.

As soon as he finished roaring, there were violent fluctuations of magic in the air. A man appeared next to him out of thin air, dressed like Schmidtrutrov's men.

There's a wizard apparition shifting!

Damn, these Germans even know wizard secrets!

After the two spoke, the wizard immediately disappeared in place.

Hoffa's heart is not good, the illusion spell is not a ghost walk, it is too easy to detect.

At that moment, he didn't dare to hesitate, so he changed directions and ran away. As soon as he ran, the wizard in the distance immediately sensed the fluctuation of mana. He apparitioned to the top of the floor, his eyes scanning down like a falcon.

It didn't take long for the wizard standing on the high ground to detect the location, and he pointed to the street where Hoffa was hidden, and gave a grunt.

Countless gun-wielding soldiers rushed forward, and the wizard drew his wand and began to cast imprisoning spells.

There was no way, Hoffa could only use the ghost walk again and quickly rushed out of the monitoring range of that ** wizard.

As soon as he rushed out, hundreds of spikes grew out of thin air in the alley behind him, like traps in a dungeon. It's a terrible shapeshifting spell.

Hoffa didn't dare to look back, so he pushed his wheelchair and turned left and right to an abandoned storefront in disrepair, and got inside. As soon as he entered, he exited his stealth state due to lack of mana.

At this moment, the streets of Granada, which had just been peaceful, were full of running soldiers, jeeps roaring quickly, and some ordinary people were crying wolves on the streets.

Hoffa finally realized that the rumors of this era were unleashed, Spain had just ended the civil war, and the slightest wind blew early, and the whole city was immediately under martial law.

He crossed his knees and meditated for a while.

At this moment, there was a noise from the side, and some soldiers began to enter the inside of the store to investigate, and Hoffa could not stay in the abandoned store for long, so he tiptoed out of the wheelchair.

Standing at the mouth of the alley, he stretched out his head to look, and with a single glance, Hoffa retracted his head.

The streets were being checked on both sides, with Spanish soldiers in teal uniforms on the left and German soldiers on the right. They blocked all the way.

Hoffa looked at his magic watch, the red hands had bottomed out, and the cost of two ghost walks was too great.

Do you want to use the blood bloom to transform magic?

Hoffa's heart is entangled, the art of transformation will upset the balance of the body. If you use it again, there will be an emergency when the time comes, but there will be no hole cards.

He frowned, and looked over for a moment.

The German army searched very professionally, and no one was spared. All passers-by must kneel on the ground with their heads in their hands and wait for inspection.

At the other end of the street, the guards were a group of Spanish soldiers wearing cyan uniforms and red ropes. They were a little more gentle, and the soldiers only checked the men, not the women.

Maybe it's their own country.

At the moment, they are rapidly evacuating the crowd.

A baby's cry reached Hoffa's ears.

A Spanish woman pushing a stroller anxiously explained something to the soldier, who immediately pushed her on the back and pushed her out of the crowd.

Seeing this, Hoffa touched his chin.

The magic isn't enough for the Ghost Walk, but it's enough to support a Transfiguration.

Seeing another group of German soldiers rushing towards him, Hoffa did not dare to hesitate, he leaned into the corner, and directly took his wand and turned his clothes into pleated skirt women's clothes, and the sneakers on his feet into red high heels.

He then clicked on the wheelchair and turned it into a large stroller.

Sylby was stunned, he looked at Hoffa, with a napkin in his mouth, unable to utter a word, only whining.

Hoffa pulled the napkin off his mouth and asked in a low voice, "Will you cry?"

Sylby nodded in shock: "Yes"

"Then you cry. ”

Sylby let out a shrill and piercing cry.

Hoffa's scalp was tingling, but now was not the time to care about it, so he pulled up the roof of the stroller and covered the giant baby Sylby.

He then transforms his wand into a large red brimmed hat that covers his face.

With his head down and his hat pressed against him, he mingled in a crowd of women, pushing the stroller and squeezing forward, his blood flowing rapidly and his heart beating like a drum.

The women heard the cry and unconsciously moved out of the way.

A group of Spanish soldiers ran through the street shouting, oblivious to the fact that the woman's stroller was several sizes larger than a normal stroller.

They saw a 'woman' coming with a stroller. Immediately stepped forward, screaming unintelligible words, and pressed Hoffa's shoulders to push him out of the crowd.

As soon as they left the crowd, the soldiers raised their guns. Grunting and drinking, Hoffa was startled.

On closer inspection, it turned out that they were not aimed at themselves, but that there were several men behind him who wanted to follow him to fish in troubled waters, but were stopped by soldiers.

Emerging from the crowd and leaving the streets on full alert, countless frightened crowds passed by Hoffa. He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Damn! World War II has not officially begun, is the world so terrible?

Hofa pushed his stroller across three streets in a row, hurrying to sparsely populated corners, ready to find a hidden place to undo his terrible transfiguration.

Walking to the mouth of a sparsely populated alley, Sylby was still crying, and the sound made Hoffa die of discomfort.

"Don't cry!" said Hoffa, annoyed.

"Uhhh

"Damn!"

Hoffa opened the canopy of the stroller and tried to put the napkin back into Sylby's mouth.

When the roof was opened, Sylby pretended to cry and winked at him, drooling and laughing until he was already convulsing.

But then, Hoffa saw Sylby's smile fade away, and looked ahead in astonishment.

He jerked his head.

A tall, slender figure appeared on the corner of the street, the last thing Hoffa wanted to see.

appeared.

Ossivia probably came back from shopping for clothes, and was about to go back to Hoffa. She probably didn't find the green dress she liked too much, and she was wearing a long black Arabic dress and a veil. Holding a paper bag of bread and other foods.

Seeing the "woman with a baby" in front of her, Ossivia was stunned, then she gave way to a position, and then, she began to feel that something was wrong, and then took a closer look.

She opened her mouth and her eyes widened.

Three seconds later, the paper bag she was holding fell to the ground with a click, and the baguette in the paper bag rolled to the side of Hoffa's red heels.

On the streets of a foreign country, the distance between the two is only about two meters.

But the real distance has transcended time and space.

An awkward breeze blew through Hoffa's pink skirt, and a few fallen leaves drifted between the two,

Hoffa's breathing began to be a little rapid, and his hands and feet gradually lost their temperature, as if he was in a black hole, constantly spinning and falling

His face turned from white to red, and from red to green, and from green to black. In the end, black turned white.

He inexplicably felt that if he had just been shot by the Gestapo, it seemed to be a good choice