"Both of these situations mean the same thing, okay. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Instinctively, Imokin took the stubble and spat out a bad sentence, but then, she became slightly serious.

"What's up ahead?"

What can be thought of by a portrait wizard, it is naturally impossible for Imogen not to think of it.

In fact, although these witches seem a little unreliable, at critical moments, they are much better than those who are usually very powerful and drop the chain at a critical moment.

Almost at the same time, they drew their wands, and before they could blink, all the witches were ready for battle.

Except for the witches who rarely enter the time point and are more weird, most witches have experienced the dark period of the Harry Potter sub-era when they enter the second world.

Although the magical world of that period was not as turbulent as the era of my father and grandfather, it was also far more dangerous than the era of peace.

Without the supervision of the Ministry of Magic and the power of the Aurors, dark wizards, werewolves, and all kinds of dangerous creatures attacking wizards are rampant.

None of those who can delve into the magical world in that situation and survive are good at it.

If you are deceived by the frizzy and seemingly rabbit-like appearance of these witches, and really think that they are harmless, then you will definitely pay a heavy price.

Madison's ears moved slightly, and in silence, all the witches put iron armor charms on themselves, and there were many unknown defensive magics, solid, like a turtle shell.

Well, Madison craned her neck, admitting that the group was somewhat useful, and although their mental endurance seemed to be a little worse, the awareness of the battle was good.

At least much more powerful than the little trolls in the witches' gathering.

Taking a step forward, Imogen moved to Maddison's level position.

But unsurprisingly, she didn't see anything.

"Not the black enemy he calls it." Madison explained that she spun her wrist against the wall with her backhand, drawing a not-so-perfect circle.

Then, in the next moment, the circle fell off, forming a liquid mirror of water in mid-air.

The liquid on the surface of the mirror begins to rotate and then gradually condenses, and the condensed liquid rapidly transforms from abstract to substantial to form a moving picture.

That's exactly what happened in front of the passage.

Witches are good at seduction and mirror magic, and Madison is certainly very good at it.

"These things are..." Imogen leaned in, but it seemed that because the things in the picture seemed so abstract, even though she almost pressed her face to it, she didn't understand what it was.

"The blue one."

Madison didn't know her either, and she slowly told the other witches about the thing's characteristics, as well as the old wizard in the portrait, to see if he knew it.

"It's coarse. One by one. There are a lot of them. ”

Imogin, whose face is close to the mirror, raised his eyebrows and rolled his eyes imperceptibly, although this thing does look like this, but Madison's metaphor is too suspicious, it is easy to think of something. Indescribable things.

Sure enough, many of the witches behind him turned slightly red, and Imogen even heard a small chuckle.

"Silence." Imogen whispered.

The atmosphere around him immediately froze, and Imogen turned his gaze to Madison again, "Do you know each other?" She asked.

Not surprisingly, Madison shrugged and gave her a helpless look.

Imogen then turned his gaze to the old wizard man in the portrait.

The old wizard squinted his eyes and probed his head into the portrait to observe the picture in the water mirror, and after a while, he shook his head with great regret.

"There has never been a creature like this in the wizarding world, congratulations. A new magical beast has been discovered. ”

"Maybe you're old and confused. Memory loss. Madison waved her wand again, and the water mirror dissipated into the air, and she held her arms in her arms and yawned very irresponsibly.

Imogen hesitated.

Although the other party is not the enemy in the mouth of the old man, it seems that it is also difficult to provoke.

Madison described it as very lightweight, but the monster on the surface of the water mirror is not as simple as it is described, first and foremost its size.

Visually, it is a volume of tens of meters high, dense, and crowded together like a jungle, because the height of more than ten meters has reached the top of the Magic Congress, or the farthest distance of Imogin's line of sight, and the higher places, she can't see.

But that doesn't mean that this is the ultimate height of the monster.

With such a huge volume, it is first of all a hurdle that cannot be overcome.

At the lower level, when the quantity and quality factors have not yet been detached from the factors of quantity and quality, and reach a higher degree of qualitative change, it is undeniable that volume often brings great advantages.

Sometimes overwhelming.

I'm afraid that I and others will not be the opponents of this thing.

In the face of huge monsters more than ten meters high, they are more like a group of ants running to the anteaters to deliver food.

But.. It doesn't have to be a fight.

Unable to defeat it, as soon as this thought appeared in Imogin's mind, she immediately had the idea of retreating, and at the same time, various escape plans also emerged.

Yes, it may not have to be on the line, and it is perfectly possible to avoid it from a distance.

When Imogin's gaze fell back on the portrait, the old wizard immediately understood what she meant, but unfortunately, the answer he gave mercilessly blocked the last retreat.

"The way out is also ahead."

He said, "Maybe you can go back and I can take you through that spell confusion zone again, but be careful. That truly terrifying creature may be lurking there, too. ”

"You made quite a stir when you came, and it is likely that you have attracted the attention of that thing, lurking in the way you must return."

Imogen took a deep breath, including Joanna next to her, and they found themselves in that dilemma again.

Forward or backward, either option seems bad.

But they didn't have to struggle and worry about it for too long, Madison had already made the choice for them.

"Let's move forward." She said.

"If we can't move forward, we always have a way out, and it's better to have hope than to know from the beginning that the way back is blocked and we fall into a dilemma."

Imogen and Joanna looked at each other.

And Madison said, "And the thing up front is big. But it doesn't seem to be aggressive. ”

Hearing this, the corners of Imogin's mouth twitched, and she didn't dare to express her disagreement.

However, Madison's observations seem to make sense, and Imogen also takes a closer look at the previous images.

They were massive, but they were like the tentacles of a tree or some kind of aquatic creature, and they had a faint blue sheen, swaying slowly like squid whiskers.

There is no nose, no mouth, no ears, and no organs that would indicate that they are able to observe the outside world.

It's like a fluorescent hose with blue spots of light flowing in it, swaying in the wind.

They can't detect the movement of the outside world, so naturally they won't notice the arrival of themselves and others, and then attack, Madison said, they are not aggressive, Imogen agrees, but he can't fully agree.

Because not being aggressive, doesn't mean not being destructive.

These hose-like gelatins have no tendency to attack, but they are simply the slow and instinctive swaying of their sheer size, which is extremely destructive.

They have a height of more than ten meters, and although the circumference is not more than ten meters wide, they cannot support its large number, and the dense number is close to hundreds at a glance, making the area they occupy far wider than the height of more than ten meters.

The Capitol didn't have such a free space for them to grow, and they squeezed a way out of the narrow ruins of the Capitol.

The ruins and rubble that collapse around them are enough to show their destructive power, and if that's not intuitive enough, then as they sway incessantly, there are still pieces falling from time to time, and it is really impossible to ignore its threatening power.

Huge volumes often bring disaster and destruction.

This sentence is not only for women, and at this moment, Imojin felt that he had a deeper understanding and understanding.

However, after a brief period of thought, Imogen fully agreed with Madison's judgment.

There is less risk of going forward than going backwards.

Whether it is in terms of the benefits obtained or the risks they take, the former, at least they know what they have to face, rather than experiencing the unknown torture, the latter. If you go forward, you will have an exit and a memory house, and if you go backwards, you can only leave without any gain, and end the expedition.

And likewise to withstand the threats that may be encountered.

In contrast, natural selection moves forward.

With a few gestures, the witches' formation spread out again.

The Witch Sisterhood's usual gatherings, although loose like girlfriends talking, are also not less focused on fighting, and the increasingly chaotic situation in New York has made the free men gradually begin to face the risk of being exposed, which also makes them prepared for the possibility of sudden battles.

This expedition is exactly where it comes in.

The two witches are left behind, and while they are responsible for defending the rear, they also need to be careful to support their companions in front at all times.

The witch in the front position is the main combatant, Madison is in the front, next to Joanna, and a witch whose name is not remembered.

Although Imogen has been in charge of the witches' external communications, her magic is not very strong, and she is slightly behind at this time, in the middle of the group.

The witches in the middle are mainly responsible for defense, protecting their companions and themselves at the front, so that they don't have to fight at the same time to attack and defend at the same time, as long as they output with all their might.

Their formations and combat styles seem to be very similar to games, but unfortunately they lack combat as the main shield, and classes such as paladins are all long-range mages.

There are witches who can use Animagus, but even if the Animagus is a bear, it can't be used as a druid to pounce on the front.

Transfiguration cannot change the nature of matter, and even if it turns into a bear, its strength and thickness of skin are still far less than that of a real bear.

In fact, their way of fighting is indeed based on some mainstream online games, and there are many young witches, so games have naturally become their preferred reference.

However, the Witch Sisters have been established, and none of them have yet to experience a few real battles.

The previous siege of Madison should have been regarded as the first combat operation, but unfortunately the result was not very good, although they finally achieved their goal, but it was after the defeat of the battle.

Hopefully I'll have better luck this time.

Imogen whispered in his mind.

As they advanced, the old man had already hid far away, and the portrait here was far more sparse, so he could only hide in the corner, and wait until they had successfully crossed the monster, and then step directly into the portrait on the monster's side from this side of the portrait.

After a few minutes, Imogen and the others finally came to the gap at the end of the passage, where the big blue monster was.

The fork in the road is divided here.

The passage in front was blocked by falling rubble, but the side of the passage was swarmed out of the ground by monsters, tearing a large opening, all the nearby passages through, messily connected together, the monster was in the center, and the surrounding area was like a chaotic labyrinth pipe.

According to the old wizard, their final destination is in the right front of the passage they are currently in, that is, they are going to pass the monster and head northwest.

Sneaking to the edge of the gap, the witches were next to each other, their little heads lined up, and then they were lying on the edge of the wreckage of the ruins wall, and the probe looked out.

"Oh my God."

The next moment, they let out a low exclamation.

Just as the old wizard had said when he took them to the memory room, listening to the narration and observing through the water mirror was far less shocking than what had been seen with one's own eyes.

In the middle of the ruins are not simple, harmless creatures like seaweed.

It was huge, with a faint blue luster, with an air of coldness and destruction, as if it were not like this world, like a creature that humans could touch and understand.

Out of place with everything around you.

Although its surface is smooth, like the tentacles of a squid, if you look at it closely, or if you stare at it for a long time, you will find that your vision seems to be a little trance, as if it has been affected by something, and it is a little dizzy.

This thing decided to be as simple and harmless as it seemed.

The witches did not act rashly, they had made a plan before they arrived, and Madison volunteered to go and investigate, and when it was safe, the witches' army continued to advance.

While the witches were amazed, Madison observed for a moment, and did not perceive any particular danger, she took out her wand and prepared to lurk silently.

But at this time, Imogen quietly grabbed her.

"Something seems wrong." She said.

Rolling his eyes, Madison retorted dismissively, "Ever since I entered here, there hasn't been anything right." ”

But Imogen shook his head, "No, I mean... It doesn't seem to be a thing of this world. After a pause, she continued, "Look up, and look at the ruins around you. ”

"You've got something in mind."