Chapter 587 This Is Our War
"Praise be to our liberty, our soul, our magic, our sun."
"They are the seasons of the sky, and they sprinkle stars in the night."
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The wizards on the street fought more vigorously. The breach of the first floor of Borgin Burke's mansion completely ignited their urgency. From the beginning of the curse, it gradually evolved into a field that dark wizards are better at-poison , magical animals, curses, magic bombs, corpses... all kinds of horrible magical creations appeared on the street, undisguisedly spreading malice, and the battle of magic became a supporting role in it, even if the sky dimmed after the thunder , The battle of the wizards is also continuing.
From time to time, there were violent explosions on the second floor of Borgin Burke's mansion. The dark wizards who were one step ahead have fallen into a bitter battle. They are fighting everywhere without friendship or mercy. Every moment there is a once dreaded The dark wizard fell.
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"Crops grow on the land that belongs to them, and the original forests, the roads of the residents, and the factories in operation. The land belongs to all things, and also belongs to the primates. Magic grows in the land. It does not breed evil, but only magnifies the soul."
"He is the light that breaks the dawn, the wall of hopelessness, the giant who walks in the shadow of the ridge, and carries the rolling stone on his shoulders."
"He is the fire thief, the cog of the world, the lever of justice, and each of us."
While the battle of the wizards is getting more and more intense, the prayer across the street has come to an end, people's eyes are shining, even the darkness brought by the dark clouds cannot be concealed, those warriors with missionaries have become the center, even In this atmosphere, their formation is still not scattered.
"The gushing steam outlines the figure of magic, and the eternal furnace drives the steps of reality. We pray, but no one answers."
"He said, stand up yourself."
"We call on this name, call on the forerunner who has overcome all obstacles for us, and call on the power that he has given us in advance and belongs to us."
Jokunda took a deep breath, waiting for the next name, while the two people on the bell tower were looking at the owner of the name with strange eyes.
"Nelson Wertling Williams!"
Password... correct!
Nelson, who was stared at by Barry and Andre, missed the scene where the missionaries started. In the words of Barry later: "For a person who claims to be a historian, if he doesn't see this scene, he can consider changing careers. "
Muggles, magic... These two words that don't match are just like this, linked together by the wonderful weapons in their hands.
"Well, although I have always disliked your formalism, but the battle is imminent, I still want to remind you, my brothers and sisters."
As the team assembled, Jo Kunda took the initiative to stand in front and pour cold water on him.
"I've seen some mobilization videos of Muggles before the war, and those leaders would always shout some inspiring slogans impassionedly, but I won't do that, I can't remember so many lines, and I'm not your leader .”
Jokunda stood in the middle of the crowd and said in an extremely gentle tone that Nelson had never heard before: "This is a tough battle, and it is completely different from the small-scale sneak attacks we have organized before. The dark wizards who are across the street from us With a large number and rich experience, we have no way to quickly resolve the battle like beating those underdogs who have been dragged into the dark alley. They will react quickly, and you will face a more brutal counterattack."
"Although experiments have shown that the Iron Armor Charm activated by missionaries can resist powerful evil spells, it doesn't mean that you can despise your own life at will. You and I both know that life is our most precious treasure. You all A survivor in a cage."
"Most of you are slaves who were rescued from the warehouse. The enemy you will face is the villain who once captured you. I can't guarantee that the short and sloppy training can make you play missionaries. Strength, this is an alchemy tool that is inferior to the magic wand, you are people who have died once, I know you have never pitied your own lives, but dignity cannot resist the curse," Jokunda sighed softly , the tone is still gentle, but there is a little more worry, "We don't have extra time to find more missionaries. This is already the greatest support we can get from people who support us all over the world. Among you Most of them even have to use bullets and flesh and blood to fight against the black magic that devours the soul at every turn. Let your minds always recall our training, the combination of simple magic, the tactics of magic and guns, and what we have to fight Will, my dear friends, I don't think I am qualified, but I will encourage you for the missionary maker, and warn you that he should be happy to see you rise, but not to see you fall."
The rain completely wetted Jokunda's robe, and the sun pattern on her chest was close to the curve of her body. With her movements, it really looked like a blazing flame, roasting the warriors running down the slave's mark It was scorching and stinging enough to make them burn in the majestic heavy rain.
"Many people have asked me why I stand opposite wizards, betraying my people, my compatriots, and let the inferior Muggles who have been trampled by wizards deal with me... I don't know why " Jokunda raised his head, letting the big raindrops hit her face, a few drops fell into her shining eyes, forming a clear stream and slipping down from the corner of her eyes, "I am the same as you I was also a person who died once. I was lucky enough to spend the most wonderful time of my life by a beautiful and peaceful lake. Although it was fleeting, it also allowed my eyes to see more things—— Muggle, which we are used to calling each other, has been an insulting word since a long time ago, but I can only call you this-my Muggle friends, your home is in front of you, and I just want a A father was able to embrace his daughter again..."
The Jokunda Manifesto is not as magical as when Nelson instigated black wizards to kill each other. She did not stir up people's emotions, stated her interests, and did not confuse people. She just told her story plainly, just like a The nun was like a lamb who came to confess. She didn't even finish the story, but just saying such a general idea was enough to infect the soldiers whose hearts were beating wildly.
As the sky broke, Jokunda, surrounded by the crowd, raised her clenched hands to her chest. The black robe on her body, which was dyed white by lightning, was like a gauze skirt. At this moment, Zi has a delicate and fragile look. Under the electric light, her slightly dark complexion presents a broken feeling that is difficult to look directly at, and there is a thrilling beauty.
The soldiers in praying posture stood up. They were carefully selected soldiers. There were countless old and weak women and children hiding behind them. In the intensified torment, in the whispers of Jokunda, they seemed to be evoked memories related to magic, their heartbeats accelerated, their blood was vigorous, and the dense heartbeats like drums slowly converged as they looked at each other. The weak tremors in the chest were linked together, bringing pressure like an earthquake to the ancient street under his feet.
Barry felt that the handrail of the clock tower he was clutching began to tremble, and he looked at Nelson in amazement, but Nelson also had a surprised expression on his face, as if even he himself did not expect to see such a scene.
Exalted, intense, fearful, desperate, expectant, painful, excited, and joyful emotions are intertwined, making the cold equipment on their wrists active. Perhaps magic power is emotions, even if Muggles never He does not possess magic power, but such a firm and huge emotion is enough to infect and activate the magic filled in the missionary. Nelson's theory has been confirmed again. He can even feel that a star flying over Berlin is also moved by it , a high-pitched falcon's brutality loomed in the clouds.
The warrior wearing the missionary will form a three-person team with two companions. They wear well-forged firearms and equipment, which wizards never look down on. When the missionary falls, another person will take his place. Duties, until the three-man team all fell down and was replaced by another team, the bullets of the brass casings were stuck in the clips one by one, and their movements were so light that by this time, the people who were fighting in the next street The wizard didn't notice their existence, and the preparations were completed quickly. With the illumination of lightning, they quickly gathered at the alley leading to the opposite street.
Jokunda took the lead and raised his wand, but was stopped by the crowd.
They did not speak out to persuade them, and none of the missionaries were equipped with earplugs to listen to this type of spell. They just shook their heads silently, expressing their gratitude and respect to Jokunda, as if to say: "Miss, this is our war."
Jokunda was silent for a moment, and a bright smile appeared on her face. This was the first time she smiled so happily today. She briskly ran away from the alley, and took out a Nelson's coin from her tool bag. The familiar little silver ball, she lifted the little silver ball, threw it vigorously into the air, and pushed it with her wand again.
"What's that?" Barry couldn't help asking, seeing the little silver ball slowly rising into the sky and flying towards the streets where the battle was fierce, "Do you know it?"
"boom!!"
The thunder sounded, and the sky suddenly darkened. Nelson only had time to lower his head and close his eyes, and he pulled Barry down, letting his face touch the ground intimately.
"Boom—boom—boom—"
This extraordinarily long day brought long thunderclaps. In the farewell eyes, the soldiers entered the alley silently. Just when Barry opened his mouth to scold Nelson for his sudden attack, a dazzling white light came on. The sky above the battlefield lit up, as if a sun had fallen into the world, dyeing everything on the street white.
The vision of the black wizards who had just finished hiding suddenly turned pale, and some couldn't help covering their eyes and wailing, but the exposure of their positions did not bring any attack, because most of them had temporarily lost their eyesight just like him.
Andre was not immune either. This curious little old man had been staring at the little silver ball since he noticed it, and now he was lying on the ground rolling around, cursing and asking Nelson to give him a pair of see-through eyes.
The howling black wizards didn't notice the footsteps hidden in the thunder. When the first missionary showed his eyes at the entrance of the alley, those wizards who couldn't bear to look straight at ordinary times were lying on the ground like dead pigs. up the street.
He took a deep breath, and raised his arms under the cover of his teammates. When he spoke, a flash of cold light flashed, followed by a burst of rapid gunshots. The next second, a blind werewolf accompanied him. The blood flower that shot up from the chest flew upside down, and its gnats were also covered with blood. Before he could release a spell, the missionary fell silently while clutching his neck that was almost broken in two. The iron armor equipped by the missionary The mantra didn't even activate.
This is the first downsizing of this war. The soldier holding the gun had no time to grieve. He dropped the gun in his hand, bent down, took off the missionary on his companion's wrist, and put it on himself. He closed his eyes and said softly While reciting the creator's name, a new missionary was born amidst the sound of friction between magic light and gears.
This small episode did not affect the progress of the soldiers. They took advantage of the short safety time created by the small silver balls to skillfully use the missionaries to seize the terrain and build fortifications. As the bright lights above their heads slowly extinguished, the streets fell into chaos again. In the silence and darkness, except for a small number of keen wizards, most people don't know that in the darkness, there are new enemies that are eager to hunt and kill them.
"I never thought there would be such a day, to be honest." Barry's voice sounded in the darkness, "This is even more bizarre than Lord Grindelwald telling me that I can stand up again."
"Why don't you talk? Did you run away?"
Nelson didn't run away. His attention was attracted by the things flying out of the fortifications. They were early mayflies, which were thrown to the penguins due to old models, faulty materials, and incomplete functions. It seemed that he took these things The support was given to Jokunda. Although I don't know how he got in touch with Jokunda, the appearance of Mayfly still made Nelson feel relieved.
These mayflies that temporarily did not obey his orders flicked across the battlefield awkwardly, searching for the enemies around them, and their guns began to point in the right direction following the report.
"boom!"
The dark clouds finally couldn't bear the consumption of the torrential rain, and as a big hole broke through the top of the head, the sky suddenly brightened, and at the moment when the sun shone, there was loud gunshots, and in the barrage, there were one after another non-fatal but crucial spells Breaking through the wizard's hasty defense, the bullets reaped the same fragile lives as those they had killed before. In the first firefight after a hundred years, people without magic took the initiative for the first time.