Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

There was blood all over the ground, and Grace was unmoved.

Even the breath of blood floating in the air made her feel a little fragrant, making her intoxicated.

It took less than five minutes for the Black Swan mercenary group to solve a village. Of course, this was because this was a medieval village and there was no resistance. Grace immediately drew everyone out.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

There were sporadic gunshots, and Grace knew that it was someone else cleaning up the remaining victims.

The gunshots are not loud, because most of the firearms have been modified for noise reduction. The mercenaries are not only good at killing, they know a lot.

Grace found a raised rock and sat down.

There is a reason for killing people by hand.

And her reasons are actually quite simple, there are only two.

The first one is that she wants to kill.

The second is for Shire.

Grace had already seen the power of a wizard, and in her opinion, it was not bad.

Wizards are like those agents who are proficient in various killing techniques. They have strong attacks, but their lives seem to be as fragile as they can be taken away with a single shot.

Grace was not worried about the power of the wizards. Being shot and killed by a spell seemed to her the same, both death.

But I am more worried about the relationship between the two.

Black swans work for those big shots, but there is actually no such worry. As long as they don't cross the line, those big shots won't clean them up.

Moreover, those big figures are high above them, but they have their own set of rules.

The big guys just see them as knives.

But wizards, wizards are different, they are power in themselves.

This is Grace's most intuitive impression of wizards.

As the deputy head of a mercenary regiment, she is well aware of the changes in people's mentality caused by the sense of power when holding a gun in their hands. Perhaps those big shots regard them as knives and cheap weapons.

But the mercenaries themselves think that they will be the sword of Damocles, they are the real masters of power, and at the last moment they still only believe in the weapons in their hands.

Money, power, are not as essential as the barrel of a gun.

So Grace was very worried that the wizards didn't follow the rules, and it eventually turned into a confrontation with force.

She decided to slaughter a few villages casually as a show of her strength.

"Boom!"

The gunfire was getting thinner.

There were not many people in the whole village, and after some killings, there may only be a few people left sporadically.

But Grace suddenly felt a sense of uneasiness in her heart, as if she was being targeted by some kind of beast.

Mercenaries believed in intuition, because on the battlefield, the slightest difference might be the distance between life and death, and in the face of life and death, nothing is ashamed.

"Everyone!"

Grace stood up and yelled.

The mercenaries who went deep into the village began to quickly retreat and gather, even Grace's brother Oliver was no exception.

"what's the situation?"

Jing asked.

She was considered the third in command of the mercenary group, except for the father and daughter William and Grace, she was even one level higher than Oliver.

Because William is responsible for diplomacy, Grace is mainly responsible for combat, and Jing is responsible for things other than combat, logistics, detection and so on.

She did not receive early warning communications from the scouts about the presence of the enemy.

"I have some bad premonition."

Grace said bluntly.

Others, including Jing, had no objection after hearing this, and there was nothing wrong with being careful, no one wanted to die.

Of course, this also depends on the occasion. At a critical juncture, it is necessary to analyze which risk is greater, whether to trust intuition or ignore intuition. To put it bluntly, it is still necessary to adapt.

The mercenaries huddled together and scattered, forming a defensive counterattack formation.

After about a few minutes.

"Boom!"

Suddenly there was a sniper shot in the depths of the dense forest.

Grace immediately looked up, and she guessed right, a very faint black dot seemed to be hovering above them in the sky.

They are exposed.

Grace also knew where her uneasy feelings were coming from.

"Hula-la-la!"

The black dot gradually grew larger and descended in a spiral. It did not conceal its existence, and soon reached the distance that Grace and the others could see with naked eyes.

Tangled dirty hair covered the face and body, with a funny hat on top of the head, a body as tall as a human being, hideous teeth, and dirty wings longer than the body.

"Is that...a flying monkey, no, an ape?"

Jing asked with a strange face.

"Squaw!"

In the sky, the flying monkey roared ferociously at the black swan team.

"It should be said to be a flying ape monster."

Grace was not polite, she pulled the bolt, ready to shoot on the spot.

But fluttering, there were more and more sounds of flapping wings in the sky, and soon a few black dots approached here from a distance.

"hiss!"

"flutter!"

And accompanied by the sound of flesh and blood being torn apart, on the corpses of the villagers who were slaughtered by them before and scattered all over the place, hideous plush arms shot straight into the sky like zombies emerging from the ground, and then squeezed out were The wide wings that followed.

Flying monkeys are being born.

"Of course, you can also add a large group of these adjectives..."

Grace made a decisive decision, made a gesture to retreat and call for support, and prepared to retreat.

………………

"I heard the marshmallows there are delicious."

"And the carousel."

"I haven't done a roller coaster yet."

"It's better to stay here."

The princesses discussed in a hurry.

Charles waited quietly.

The princesses have gradually deviated from the theme, from the discussion of the battle plan to where they will go after everything is over, and most people's suggestion is Nishidi Paradise.

Even if Hermione still had the last conscience, she tried to bring the theme back from time to time, but it was just a drop in the bucket.

After all, people live in groups and are too contagious, and soon Hermione followed them astray.

Charles was thinking.

Like he said, everything that needs to be done has been done.

The Knights of the Kingdom of Arendelle, the Knights of the Sultan Kingdom, and the Black Swan mercenaries, it seems that Shire has invested a lot of energy in them, and the princesses are also very concerned, but in fact they are just cannon fodder.

Responsible for consumption and detection.

Fight against the Red Queen and Theodora's army of magical monsters.

Cannon fodder to cannon fodder, all of the above can actually be summed up in this sentence, so in fact, Charles doesn't really care about them.

Soldier against soldier, king against king.

The key to the real victory lies in the witches themselves, or in the high-end power. If they are not solved, everything will never end, and they will always come back.

In the wizarding world, it has always been like this, magic is power itself.

Hey, hey, tomorrow, tomorrow will be, hey