The sound of the elevator chain was muffled by the explosion of various spells, and Roger appeared very abruptly to the wizards who were chasing the zombies. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Under the swift attack of the explosion spell, one of the wizards could not react and was hit by the spell on the side of the arm, and the huge impact directly blew him up, half of his arm with a series of blood beads swayed in the air, and finally fell to the ground with a painful cry and groaned, unable to get up again.

One blow made a contribution, which greatly boosted the morale of the zombies, and one by one they cheered loudly and turned a big corner, running straight towards the two Roger sisters and brothers:

"Grandpa!"

"Grandpa, you're finally back!"

"Grandpa is mighty and domineering! Wipe out a strong enemy with a wave of your hand!"

"Grandpa's supernatural powers are world-beating, and his mana is boundless!"

"Grandpa..."

"Grandpa..."

"Grandpa..."

Caroline: "......"

Even if I knew that these guys didn't have discipline, it was still very speechless to shoot such a shameless sycophant.

Roger raised his hand expressionlessly, and suddenly lightened the body of the zombie that was running the fastest, and the clothes and flesh on his body turned into pieces and fell to the ground, leaving only a skeleton shelf standing in place a little confused... Why did you run away with your own flesh?

"you! You retards! Don't you understand when you turn around! Whoever dares to run at me again, I'll skin it alive!!" the boy roared, striding forward in a majestic stride, passing by the skeleton's side and kicking it apart.

The zombies who had seen the backbone of the main body suddenly stopped, and looked back at the enemies who had gathered around the injured wizard to help... It was only then that the two sides reacted, and their 'grandfathers' seemed to be more ruthless than those in cloaks......

In an instant, the zombies suddenly turned around and rushed towards the wizards with their teeth and claws:

"Don't underestimate zombies, bastard!"

"Your turn is over, now it's our turn!"

"Ahh

"Let these humans with small sticks deeply understand how dangerous zombies are!"

"Whoa!!"

Caroline baseball bat was on the ground, and shook her head speechlessly: "These goods that have reached a certain level are really easy to understand..."

Roger ignored his sister's complaints, and beckoned to the zombie skeleton sitting on the ground and sticking his thigh bone into his pelvis: "Who... That's right, you, and the gold that you were asked to pick off?"

The skeleton's mandible clicked twice, and the throat was still sitting under its buttocks...

The failure to speak made the skeleton himself wonder, and the snow-white phalanges of the heavenly spirit cover 'clicked'.

Roger rolled his eyes, bent down and picked at its eye sockets to lift it up: "Hurry up and bring it to me, if it's slow, I'll feed the dog your bones!"

The skeleton's mouth clicked twice, and it disappeared with a puff of smoke.

The boy whistled rather unexpectedly: "Finally no nonsense... Do you think I should turn all the zombies into skeletons?"

"Don't be so harsh... Either way, they're pretty obedient. Caroline said, pointing to the zombies that were besieging the wizards.

"If those people are willing to use dark magic against them, will you see again?" the boy laughed, "It's against the water, you didn't run!"

The zombies would follow the siblings into the Ministry of Magic, not because of loyalty, but because Roger pulled them over. The boy never forgot that.

But anyway, the situation was reversed, and the wizards who were originally chasing more than twenty zombies were surrounded by this group of undead monsters, and the wizards formed a circle back to back, and various spells were inspired to shine with colorful lights. But as before, the attack worked, but not a single enemy was left to lie down, and the zombies stooped down to pick up their own parts on the ground and continued to charge at the wizards.

The wound of the unlucky guy whose arm was blown off by Roger was hastily treated by his companion, and now he was standing in the circle with a pale face, holding a wand in his left hand and trying his best to attack the group of intruders with a spell.

The wizards were dead, and Roger stopped looking at them, looking at the fountain in the hall... and the solid gold statue standing on it.

Caroline followed suit, and although she was no longer shocked at first sight, the glittering artwork was always attractive, but again, the girl also found a big problem: "These statues... Isn't it a little too big? How are we going to move them?"

Roger looked up and saw that the wizard in the center was the tallest, at least 30 feet by sight, or about 10 meters, three stories high. The smallest house-elf statue is also half a head taller than the average person.

"Rest assured, it's easy to take away this ordinary sculpture. Roger confidently walked over to the statue of the witch covered in tooth marks, and waved his wand at it lightly twice, and the second-tallest statue shrank sharply at a speed visible to the naked eye, half the size of the statue just now.

Not once, the boy's wand waved again and again, and the statue of seven or eight meters high was finally turned into a miniature figure slightly larger than the palm of his hand.

"Wow!" Caroline exclaimed in surprise, "What kind of magic is this?

"It's just a narrowing spell, a small spell that is quite restrictive and easy to resist. Roger tossed the gold figure into his coin bag and turned to walk towards the next statue.

Wizards, witches, centaurs, goblins, house-elves, all the pure gold statues were pocketed by Roger in the same way, and the skeletons that had been sent to fetch the carved gold from the fireplace had not yet returned, and even the wizards had been knocked to the ground by the zombies.

I have to say that this group of corpses is really not heavy, none of these seven or eight wizards have lost their breath, they were just beaten to the point that they had no power to fight back and were thrown to the ground, each of them swollen twice.

When Roger was called over by the zombies, he saw several pigs' heads lying on the floor moaning softly, and the spells were plucked in half and casually thrown aside.

"You guys eat it yourself, you don't have to wait for me, I'm not good at this bite..."Seeing that everyone was still alive, the boy was surprised for a moment, and then thought that this group of zombies was 'honoring' himself and let the leader eat first...

As soon as these words came out, the zombies were also confused:

"Eat...?what?"

"It can't be cannibalism, right..."

"What, this demon still eats people!?"

"Gross... Don't say it..."

Roger blinked: "Oh? Aren't zombies all about eating human flesh and drinking human blood or something?"

Zombie: "We were human before we became zombies! How could we eat the same kind of meat!"