"Think about it carefully, why do you think I feel that our luck is a little outrageous?" At this critical juncture, Roger couldn't help but say two nonsense:

"These Kemira seeds were just a bark egg when no one was alarmed, and so many of them suddenly came out, probably awakened by the flood magic just now... I always feel like I've suffered a disaster, and it's a loss..."

"Even if they don't alarm them, they have to be cleaned up in the end, and it's impossible to leave them alone, it's just a matter of time or time. Dumbledore barely mustered up, a hint of exhaustion could be heard in his muttered voice.

Maintaining the barrier during the flood also took a lot of effort on the part of the old man.

"Having said that, it doesn't look like your body bones are as tough as you think~" Roger glanced at the old man and laughed.

"Time is not forgiving..."Lao Deng also smiled and sighed.

Then, the boundless Kemira seed completely pounced in front of him, smashed into the barrier like a wave touching a reef, and flew out one after another like a wave.

If it was just like this, Lao Deng would not care about this kind of impact even if he was not in good shape, but the number of demons that were too numerous to count no longer gave people a chance to breathe, and they attacked the stubborn nails in this demon sea like a storm.

The sound of "bang bang" rang out non-stop, Dumbledore held his wand in both hands at the same time and tried his best to maintain the existence of the barrier, he could no longer care about the corpse floating behind him, and let Tonks fall to the ground, a powder-haired head crooked out from under the white cloth.

In a short time, under the impact of Kemira's seeds, Dumbledore's old face was covered with sweat, and disappeared into his snow-white beard along the ravine.

Roger smacked his lips and put down Pandora and pulled his wand out of his pocket: "You're really old... Can't you think of anything else but to hit your stiff head?"

As he spoke, the boy pointed his wand at the soles of his feet, and the earth tumbled to form a cylindrical platform and gradually rose upwards until Kemira could not reach the distance of the jump.

Unexpectedly, Lao Deng put down his arm and said, "It's really a wonderful application of Transfiguration, I thought you would wait until I was tired to death." ”

The old glass was tired and wanted to die just now, and it was not a problem to see that this relaxed attitude would last for another seven or eight minutes.

Roger rolled his eyes vigorously: "If you want me to help, it's over, it's interesting to hold back the sweat in your head?"

"Although my body is strong, I am not as good as when I was younger," seeing the boy's rather dissatisfied expression, Lao Deng said with a smile.

Dumbledore had seen Roger's skills, and the eight-eyed spiders in the Forbidden Forest were no weaker than the Kemira Seed.

"The greatest wizard in the world, alas, with such a thick thigh, I just need to stand behind and shout 666, wouldn't it?" Roger replied to the old man's straight middle finger.

"At least I've done a good job of 'loving the young', why should you respect the elders, don't you?" said Dumbledore, not bothering about the dirt beneath his feet, and sat down, he was really tired anyway.

"Cut~" The boy snorted, and waved his wand towards the transparent shield: "The iron armor dissipates!" The barrier flickered twice and disappeared.

Picking up Pandora again, Roger rushed down the muzzle of the cannon and pulled the trigger at random, and this number of demons did not miss the word as long as they did not shoot at the sky.

The explosion sounded, and the huge power of the bazooka tore apart a lot of Kemira seeds, and the vacuum area created by the explosion was quickly filled by the demonic torrent, and this blow made the Kemira seeds, which had lost their goal and moved forward, suddenly split into a large wave to besiege this dirt pillar.

"Look at the good things you've done, this time you've attracted a lot of attention from the demons!" Roger threw the Pandora bazooka and shook his strength.

"This is your hand, what does it have to do with me. I asked you to 'respect the elderly' because you asked you to help me beat my shoulders. Dumbledore said smoothly that the pot was not back.

Roger pouted his teeth and didn't speak. After all, no matter what you say, stopping a small number of demons is even if you are sharing some pressure on those people in the castle, and with such a large number of demons attacking, even if you have the castle as a support, it is not quite difficult to destroy these seeds.

After all, the Kemira Seed still has a little more IQ than the scarecrow's genuine miscellaneous fish, and after jumping up and down and unable to attack the two people on the cylindrical platform, he finally tried to change the offensive strategy.

The tangled vines on their buttocks that formed a third leg were scattered, hanging upside down from head to foot like a misshapen octopus climbing up a pillar of dirt.

Roger poked his head out and glanced down. With a shake of the hand, a ball of fire flew down, knocking a Kemira seed that was far ahead of the curve to the ground.

With the clarity of the fog that had not yet been filled, the boy could clearly see that the falling demon was not in a big deal, and that he was jumping up and about, but was trampled into the ground by his companions and turned into a puddle of mud.

Although the conventional magic does not work, but there is a god opponent to assist him, the result is still good, Roger raised his eyebrows, the wand in his hand was pointed out again and again, and five or six Kemira seeds fell and became nourishment on the lawn... If the demon's body also has nourishment.

But soon, the boy gave up on this stupid way, for even though they were far less fast than they could run, there were enough demons. Using conventional magic to shoot them down one by one seems stupid.

The distance between the demon and the platform was constantly shortening, and the pillar that Roger had made was not high at all.

Looking at the Kemira seeds that were trying to climb on the side, Roger carried the cooled Pandora Bazooka onto his shoulder with a toe pick, and after a random shot, he looked at Dumbledore, who was sitting on the side resting.

"Have you rested enough? Whether it's a shield or a fire, it's time to help. The boy said.

Old Deng Wenyan, who was pretending to be asleep, opened his eyes and glanced at the edge of the platform, and then stood up with his arms propped up.

The dark red flames that had devoured countless demons reappeared with Dumbledore's movements, spreading out along the stone pillars beneath his feet.

The Kemira Seed was incinerated into corpses by the flames without even too much struggle, and the scorching and powerful flames made the range of demons a vacuum for demons.