HP Magic Biography

　　 "How are you thinking about it?"

　　 "Not very good." Rutherford said decisively, "Although I am quite confident about the body of the blood race, it is compared with something that is obviously a monster..."

　　 "That's the way it is." Fanlin didn't know what his mood was, anyway, they awakened this thing. If they don't deal with it, it won't be the case when they are stuck on the road.

　　While speaking, Fanlin controlled his magic power to quickly condense over the wolf head soldier. Soon, a huge arc-shaped ice blade appeared on the wolf head soldier's head.

　　 For the weakening of the spell, Fanlin is naturally looking at it. The usual spells are not very effective for this kind of undead creatures, and even the effect of the fire spell is very small.

　　Naturally, Fanlin didn't think other energy forms could be any better.

　　 Otherwise, give an Avada Sorcerer to the wolf head monster in front of you?

　　 He should not be able to die once, right?

However, physical attacks are obviously effective, such as the previous blasting spell, and through the research of Shenfeng Wuying, Fanlin is very comfortable with this kind of sharp attribute magic, especially in the face of such a short and half time. Target that can't get out.

　　 An ice blade shone with cold light and said that the wolf head soldier's waist and abdomen were cut off.

　　 obeys the characteristics of a wolf, with a bronze head and iron bones, but the waist is an absolute weakness.

The curse of 　　 did not disappoint Fanlin either, the upper body that had been propped up fell back into the coffin in an instant.

　　 Disabled Zhijian?

　　 Fanlin looked at the wolf-head soldier who was still struggling in the coffin and wanted to get up. He had to admit that this kind of undead monster was really hard to kill.

　　 However, with this level of disability, there shouldn't be any threat, right?

　　 Fanlin looked at the wolf-head soldiers thumping in the coffin, and it seemed that there should be no problem.

　　 However, Fanlin was surprised why these things came alive.

　　 Could it be that these dragon crystals are all decorations?

　　 "It may be ours." Rutherford said, "The breath of strangeness stimulated him, and I had direct skin contact with him."

　　 "It should be like this. You can't stand up as soon as there is a turmoil. That would be too tired."

　　 Fanlin said, and while struggling with Rutherford and Hermione, the coffin was covered.

　　 Listening to the fading thump in the coffin, in the end, the small stone chamber finally returned to peace.

　　 "Fortunately, he can't use magic yet, and we haven't really fought with this thing."

"If you guessed it correctly, these magic powers come from itself. After the wizard dies, the magic power of the body is constantly escaping, and this obsidian coffin is very good at sealing all the magic power in the coffin." Fanlin frowned. Speaking of it, I remembered the situation where the magic of Nicholas Lemay was constantly escaping.

　　 "We still don't want to be here, it makes me very uncomfortable." Hermione said that instead of discussing why an undead would stand up and attack them, it's better to find Dumbledore as soon as possible.

　　 "Well, then we..."

　　 "Poineme (show me the way)!"

　　 Fanlin placed the wand flat in his palm. The wand first turned twice, and then pointed to the right passage.

　　 "Is this reliable?"

　　 "I don't know, but there should be no problem. I have used this magic before."

"where?"

　　 "Hogwarts dungeon." Fanlin said, speaking of which was the first time he met Voldemort.

　　 "Say it first, if we encounter any coffin, I think we should not open it."

　　 "I agree." Rutherford said that in the face of the undead, a lot of vampire magic can't do much.

　　 What kind of blood can flow if a pile of bones are stumped?

　　The road going forward doesn't seem to be so stable. Maybe it's because everyone is a little nervous. Anyway, Fanlin was a little nervous along the way, especially after turning a few fork roads, he reappeared in a brand new stone room.

　　 is different from the previous wolf head, here, the depiction...

　　 "Eagle? Or, crow?" Fanlin raised his wand and looked at the patterns on the surrounding slate.

"I'm getting more and more convinced that this is the tomb of a certain dark wizard, a guy who is proficient in undead magic and biological transformation... The magic puppet has really been here?" Fanlin couldn't help asking, how it looked like a necromancer. The resting place.

　　 "I don't know, maybe it's like this. Strictly speaking, the magic puppet itself is a girl who died because of the failure of her first embrace, and she might be more attractive here.

　　 "Attract her. She gave birth to consciousness?" Fanlin asked incredulously, "I escaped?"

"According to the record, this is correct." Rutherford said, "but that was also a long time ago. After her last master died, for some reason, the demon puppet escaped with the fierce key and the blood I tried a lot of energy to search, but I didn’t get anything, and in the end there was nothing."

　　 "Don't let it go, doesn't she carry the saints of the blood family?"

"That's just some weapons, and it's far from the legendary description in terms of power. What corpse hands hold the secrets of the world... At that time, in the eyes of many tribesmen, they were more like a powerful force for their ancestors. Reminiscence ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is like a beautiful legend."

"That's why you guys..." Fanlin paused, remembering what Nicole May said, the blood race exchanges soul rings for an alchemy compass, for the blood race now, the sacred artifacts that were once are lost After its original power, it is nothing more than some symbolic objects.

　　 "The fierce key, it is said that it can open the gate of hell." Fanlin said, "Are you looking for it?"

"Obviously? For us, that is just the key to open the forbidden area, but no one wants to go to that place." Rutherford said, "No one can ever live out of an endless abyss. ."

　　 "By the way, I haven't asked you why you guys..."

　　 "Things in the forbidden ground will drive the blood race crazy, the closer it is, the more obvious this sign, and it can even break the blood class tradition, so that the lower blood servants have the power to resist, and eventually become blood-sucking beasts."

　　 "A blood-sucking beast?"

"Oh, no, please abandon your prejudice for the time being." Rutherford shook his head, "I know you don't like me, but in fact, at least for now, we are all on a unified front, and, I believe that in the future, we will become very good friends, wizards."

　　 "Friend..." Fanlin frowned. Obviously, Fanlin didn't catch a cold with Rutherford's statement.

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