Chapter 520： ?aims! Holsands Village!

Naturally, Mike, who was far away in the country, didn't know what happened in Mary Joa.

In fact, he continues to dispatch his own troops until now, not preparing for the next battle to encircle Voldemort.

This is not an easy task.

You must know that Mike's current stall is very large. The power he can directly control is only the dozens of elite wizards, and relying on such people is far from enough.

In this case, Mike needs to spend more time deploying all the power that can be deployed.

The first to receive the transfer order was the Los Santos fighters hidden in the various groups. These people who were originally used as core members and trustees were quickly transferred away, and their departure also caused various activities in society to stop. After a while, even the Ministry of Magic breathed a sigh of relief. Although they didn't understand what happened, it didn't affect the publication of "Chaos Is About to Pass" and other morale-boosting articles in the Daily Prophet.

Mike and others all understood this with a smile. They knew very well that as long as they didn't want to, then this matter would never end.

And the second one who received the transfer order was the Muggle troops. Strictly speaking, this was not a transfer order, but a transaction.

Thanks to the last deal with the Muggle Prime Minister, both parties have tasted the sweetness, so this time the other party directly sent out much more mechanized troops than the last time after receiving Mike's request for help, especially the number of snipers. This was specifically requested by Mike. He found that in a battle with Voldemort's level, ordinary heavy firepower weapons were basically of no use. Only something like a sniper could be critical. Always play an unexpected role.

The Muggle Prime Minister agrees with this, but Mike is very clear that he will agree with him no matter what he says to him now, because this is a trade worth 10,000 gold gallons. After the Muggle Prime Minister returned, he estimated that he would say nothing. The laugh is about to break!

In addition to these two, Mike also borrowed a large number of war wizards from the Foley family. This one is completely supported by friendship. Mike is very grateful for this.

At this point, Mike's troops were finally assembled.

This time, he was almost out of his nest, using all the power he could use, just to destroy Voldemort!

During this period, Franklin also asked Mike, is it necessary to do this for a Voldemort? Even in order to mobilize troops to deal with him, they also slowed down the most important rebellion plan and owed a large debt to the Foley family!

But in the face of his inquiry, Mike didn't say anything, just rolled up his sleeves and beat up the kid.

There is no other reason. As his own confidant, the core member of the Los Santos Group, Franklin can ask such a stupid question. It is really embarrassing!

Anyone who has seen Dumbledore and Voldemort take action will understand how big the gap is between the ordinary wizard and the legendary wizard!

Just like 0 and 1, these two numbers seem to be only one level apart, but any adult understands that everything is difficult at the beginning. The process of advanced legends from 0 to 1 is the same, and then from 1 Up to 100 is just a quantitative change, but from 0 to 1 this is a process from nothing to something, this is a qualitative change!

Don't look at Mike's current power, but if Dumbledore and Voldemort still retain the fighting power of their heyday, any one of them can easily bury Mike and all of his partners in the grave!

This is also why Mike is so anxious to mobilize all his hands to deal with Voldemort.

You must know that according to the information given by Kled, Voldemort is currently in a state of serious injury.

Such Voldemort Mike felt that he had a chance to win, or wait until the opponent regained his vitality, then he really had no chance.

As for whether Kled’s intelligence was wrong, Mike felt that this was not within the scope of his suspicion, because Kled should also know very well that if his intelligence was wrong, Mike’s operation failed.

Then only death is waiting for him.

You know Mike himself is not annoying!

After all, this is still a world where personal strength is the first element. No matter how much **** there is, it is better than a real strong person.

It's a pity that although Mike can only advance to Legend, he has not been able to make progress. He has never been able to understand the tips that Dumbledore once gave him!

Otherwise, he won't have to be so troublesome at this moment, just pushing everything horizontally is enough!

"Ugh!"

Thinking about this, Mike sighed heavily.

When Franklin and others next to him saw this, they also cast a concerned look.

They were in the troop transport ground under the magic drink factory. The spacious space of this large square was already full of battle wizards from the Los Santos Group and troops seconded from the Forli family.

As for the Muggle troops, they have already ambushed in a base near the combat site in advance. As long as the frontal battle has started, they can send out support at any time.

Not only that, this time Mike also prepared a large number of door keys to connect to the Avery Secret Realm, and those ants can also come to support it.

Of course, the above two troops are just cannon fodder, and the real main force to deal with Voldemort is the group of battle wizards in front of Mike.

Although the number of these wizards on paper is not many, only a few hundred people, but as the so-called hundreds of people are thousands of people into a sea, the scene of such a large group of people gathered in such an underground space is still very spectacular, standing high. Mike and the others couldn't even see these people at a glance.

Such a group of elite combat wizards who are all armed to their teeth, even wizards in the legendary realm have nothing to do with them in a short time, not to mention that Voldemort is now seriously injured.

Then, coupled with Mike himself and Arthur, two sharp swords that are one-liner from the legendary combat power, even the legendary wizard Mike can be killed!

At this moment, Mike was extremely confident, with his chest up and his head up and looking down at the group of troops under him, the pride in his chest was almost flourishing.

By his side, Benjamin and the others were all in a similar state, and only Franklin was so embarrassed that he began to sway with excitement.

But this time Mike didn't blame him. In the face of such a great master, how many people in this world can treat him calmly?

Thinking of this, Mike smiled slightly, and shouted at everyone under him:

"We set off! This battle! Only victory! No defeat!"

"Yes, sir!"

...

When Mike issued the start order, Voldemort, who was far away in the village of Holsands, had a pain in his brows.

He instinctively raised his head and looked to the northeast.

But through the narrow window, he only saw a big locust tree that danced like a ghost under the night breeze, and crows flying by from time to time.

"Speak to the dead bird..."

Voldemort murmured softly, and unconsciously put his right hand on his left chest.

There, there is only a hole left where people can see the opposite scene, and the heart that should have been beating there has disappeared at this moment.

"Cough cough cough!"

Voldemort suddenly began to cough violently, and along with his cough, a large amount of black blood and visceral fragments were coughed out of his body.

There was a sound of pots and pans crashing from outside the room where Voldemort was located, and Bellatrix rushed into the room with an anxious expression, knelt beside Voldemort, watching him cough up. The pool of black blood said with concern:

"Master! Your condition has deteriorated again! It's all to blame on me. I am too useless. If I can have potion skills like Snape, you..."

Voldemort stretched out his hand and stopped the other person from continuing.

"Stop talking, even if Severus is here, he can't heal my injury."

Hearing that Bellatrix wanted to continue to say something, but then Voldemort covered his big thin and pale hand on Bellatrix's side face, gently Mosuo.

Bellatrix stopped talking immediately, she closed her eyes with a look of intoxication, and slowly rubbed Voldemort's icy palm like a cat who had been acting coquettishly.

This period of time can be said to be the most comfortable day of her life. Although the glory of the past is no longer there, her beloved master finally has some gentle touches from the past, and not only treats him tenderly, She even touches her side face gently every day, and if she can, she is even willing to use her own switch to take such days to go on forever.

While Bellatrix was intoxicated, Voldemort's thoughts at the moment floated to a few months ago.

At that time, he had just been wiped out by Mike the entire Death Eater army, so he naturally hit the Ministry of Magic with his idea.

In his opinion, the Ministry of Magic is the best place to replenish soldiers. As long as he can defeat the Ministry and forcefully become the new master of the Ministry by force, there will be inexhaustible talents for him to drive.

This should have been a very simple matter. After all, he had already confirmed that there was no legendary wizard in the Ministry of Magic.

But when he attacked the Ministry of Magic, the accident still appeared.

At that time, the Ministry of Magic, which specializes in the research and storage of mysterious objects, suddenly burst out of power that made him feel terrified!

He was familiar with that power, that was Harry Potter's mother more than ten years ago, the power that Muggle Witch used to defeat him, an ancient power that Dumbledore called *!

Merlin testified! Voldemort was almost desperate at the time!

Fortunately, the conditions for releasing this ancient forbidden curse are extremely harsh. The last time Harry's mother sacrificed her life and soul to defeat Voldemort, this time, the Ministry of Magic chose to sacrifice all the secretaries. Members' lives!

But just like the nature of the whole world, no matter how many ants are not, they are no match for a real powerhouse. Similarly, although the members of the Department of Mysteries are dozens of people, the power they consume from their lives is not as good as Mother Harry. Half of it!

In the end, they could only barely penetrate Voldemort's heart and severely wound it, but did not leave Voldemort behind.

Based on this incident, Voldemort felt that the time had come. After all, if the Ministry of Magic was more decisive and sacrificed the entire Auror army, he might have died on the spot.

Instead of doing this, just give him some time and he can recover from his injury.

But the fact is, Voldemort's luck has never improved.

Because he had just escaped from the Ministry of Magic when he met another pair of people who came to chase him.

These people are also familiar to Voldemort, because they all wear different wooden animal masks, and the style of the mask is almost the same as those people he met during the resurrection ceremony!

Of course, this is all second.

The most important thing is that this group of people is much stronger than the most elite Auror of the Ministry of Magic. To be replaced by Voldemort on weekdays will surely tear them all to pieces, but now he is injured and can only run away!

At least Voldemort had confidence in himself in the matter of running, after all, he had set a record of not being found in 11 years of running.

But the weird thing is that the group of masked people seems to have mastered some means to track him, no matter where he escapes, those people can always find him!

This made Voldemort's injury not only not alleviated, but even began to worsen!

‘Damn it! If not for you...’

Thinking of this, Voldemort's expression began to become savage, and the strength in his hands involuntarily increased.

In the end, Bellatrix's mosquito groan awakened Voldemort.

He looked at Bellatrix with a blank face, only to realize that the opponent's face had been completely distorted by his own grasp. The sharp nails on his fingers had long been deeply embedded in the opponent's flesh, scarlet. The blood dripped from Bellatrix's snow-white skin wantonly, and fell on the ground ticking like non-stop.

It's just that Bellatrix is ​​holding back the pain The expression on his face is not only not the slightest pain, but also some enjoyment.

"Boom!"

A strange voice sounded, Voldemort withdrew his hand, and Bellatrix collapsed to the ground as if relieved at this time, gasping for breath.

Looking at his distorted face, Voldemort lowered his head, but did not apologize.

The Dark Lord would never apologize, and Voldemort's arrogant pride did not allow him to apologize to a servant.

Bellatrix obviously understood this, she just took a short rest and then leaned back on Voldemort's body, rubbing lightly with her intact face.

Voldemort breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this. He gently rubbed Bellatrix's hair, looked up at the sky, and said softly after a long while:

"Bellatrix, run away."

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