The magical war was full of dazzling light and shadow, energy flowed through the air wantonly, exploding in the camps of both sides, their carriage was hit by a huge rock again, half of the body was twisted, and a child near the corner of the car was killed on the spot, if it were not for the space magic in the car, then this time it could have caused the death of half of the children, and maybe even poor little Hugo!

In the face of such a crisis situation, Hugo couldn't care much more, and reached out to pull the deformed car door, but the door was stuck on the door frame, and with little Hugo's eleven-year-old incomplete body, there was nothing he could do!

Before he could open the door, Hugo's instinctive sense of crisis stimulated Hugo, making his hairs stand on end, and he didn't want to huddle his whole body tightly together, huddled in the middle of the two sturdy rows of seats in the carriage, and protected his fragile internal organs!

The carriage was hit again, and Hugo felt a strong tumbling and terrible impact, and the carport above his head was completely torn open, and this time he didn't have to pull the door, because the mountain monster had opened a huge skylight for him.

Hugo felt that the whole world was shaking, and the cries of the little children around him were like a swarm of buzzing and irritable flies in his ears, and the scenery kept spinning with noisy sounds, and at this time a huge head appeared on top of Hugo's head, and then he had a sense of illusion of flying clouds.

He was carried out of the carriage by the Brown Knight like a puppy, and he was protected behind him, and his tall gray-white body burst out with clouds of magical energy from time to time, and the surface of his body kept flying plaster-like shards.

Even the half-giants can't support it for too long under such firepower, and the vibrations around it keep appearing like aftershocks, which are mountain monsters blessed by the black ** law are trampling the earth wantonly, and they have become terrifying killing machines with the blessing of monsters, just these four terrifying mountain monsters can kill them all, not to mention the continuous summoning of Merck in the distance to participate in the battle and the attack of elite dark wizards!

It seems that everything is over! This chase between black and white wizards, which lasted for several days, ended with the dark wizards being skilled, and Hugo and the children were about to become the trophies of the dark wizards!

Merck watched the battlefield vigilantly, he knew that the harvest stage was about to come, as long as the dead people began, then the front of those white wizards would collapse at an extremely fast speed, but he did not have the slightest intention of slackening and letting down his vigilance in his heart.

Because he always feels uneasy, no matter how big the advantage is, he can always remind him of the lucky man in the team, but now this is the case! The advantage of the dark wizard is definitely not a little bit simple, what kind of turn can there be in such a situation?

Come, let me see how much fate favors you!

Just when the battlefield was changing rapidly and the white wizard was struggling, there seemed to be a sudden breeze in the only mountain road, like a lover's hand gently brushing your face, making you unconsciously want to lean your head over and enjoy this moment of warmth.

And after the warmth, you find out that you misinterpreted the meaning of the girl, she doesn't want to touch your face, but wants to give you a loud slap in the face of this scoundrel!

The wind on the mountain road seems to be eager in an instant, tearing your hair fiercely, blowing up the wizard's robes, everyone's vision begins to blur, and the air around them seems to start to burn.

Merck's spirit suddenly became quiet, like when you realize that something bad is really happening, but there is a kind of indifferent calm, he looks along the wind that seems to be burning, and suddenly finds a person standing at the end of the mountain road!

He stood on the horizon in the distance with his hands behind his back, the terrifying magic was like a burning sun radiating inhibitibly to the surroundings, those blazing winds were illusions generated in the process of the spread of magic power, his magic was like a burning sun! magma in the center of the earth! a flame that would never be extinguished!

It was as if he was standing in a light and shadow that fluctuated like water, and even space trembled under his magic, unnaturally twisted, evaporated, and feared.

He is one of the most powerful wizards in the world!One of the Big Four of Hogwarts!A nightmare for dark wizards!A darling of magic!

Godric Gryffindor!

Merck's throat seemed to be choked by something, unable to make any sound, unable to hear anything, unable to feel anything, and even breathing seemed to become a luxury in this burning air. He kept his head turned and stood still, a mixture of despair and fear trampling his mind so hard that nothing could be thought of in his mind.

At this moment, Gryffindor suddenly took a step forward, and Merck felt that his eyes were burning with this step, and the suffocating heat baked his eyeballs like a thick hot towel over his face!

Merck's eyeballs began to shake slightly, and a crazy shouter in his heart made him break free from all this, break free from the shackles of Gryffindor, he needed more strength, more magic, and the obsession in his heart was like the last barrier to maintain resistance, trembling but resolutely resisting Gryffindor's blazing impact!

Ah!! a desperate but resentful cry roared out of Merck's mouth, and then his facial features erupted with blood like a crushed tomato!

The world returned to normal all of a sudden, and Merck felt the magic of the emptiness in her body and the life that had run out of oil, and suddenly understood that he was about to die, at the hands of Godric Gryffindor, at the hands of Lord Peverell, the Lord of Death!

At this time, Merck suddenly felt that his mind was unprecedentedly transparent, and became calm, and he turned his head to look at the man who claimed to be 'never defeated in a duel', and looked at him carefully, as if he wanted to imprint his appearance in his heart forever.

This handsome man had brilliant blonde hair, and a pair of lilac eyes, a high nose that seemed to be full of energy that could never be exhausted, and wrinkles had crept up the corners of his eyes, probably between thirty and forty years old, the most glorious age of a male wizard.

His gaze is very oppressive, like an eagle flying in the sky forever! When he stares at you, you need to use the greatest perseverance to maintain the courage to look directly in front of him!

If it weren't for the fact that Merck had reached the boundary between life and death at this time, he would never have had the courage to look at Gryffindor, and in this boundary between life and death, he seemed to feel something, that was the mystery that Lord Peverell had been pursuing?

This sense of consciousness that you can face everything head-on and let go of everything!

Merck laughed suddenly, his eyes had begun to see nothing under the influence of blood, but he seemed to see something again!

"Lord Peverell is right! Brave Gryffindor! The future of wizards must be created by wizards themselves! The compromise with the Holy See and Muggles will eventually fail, and everything will be reborn in blood and fire!"

After saying this, Merck seemed to suddenly become hollow, his body seemed to become unsupported, and in the last hours of his life, he said the last word, and then died.

"Long live the power of the dark witch!!"