Chapter 1874

"Ah!"

Neville's scream startled everyone. Watching him squat down with his head in his arms, Hannah, who was helping to resist the corpse in front, hurriedly turned and ran back and hugged him.

"What's the matter, Neville? What's the matter?"

At the same time, the big guys also hurried around. Only Hermione could make the guard wizards on the defense line focus on the front in a panic.

A moment later, Neville, squatting on the ground, slowly got up with the help of Hannah and Harry, and then said with a little difficulty:

"Here comes a group of people wrapped in black flames -"

Harry was stunned when he saw him. He nodded his head gently.

"That's right, Harry... The people who brought us to Marca and then sent us back." he said solemnly, "as soon as my patron saint approached, they attacked him with black flame. The power to attack the spirit... Is very terrible."

"They even attack the patron saint?" Harry frowned. "Why? Aren't they Marca's men?"

"I don't know. Maybe they can't tell the difference between me and my patron saint! After all, you saw at that time that those guys had intellectual problems and only knew how to obey orders and... Hiss..."

Neville couldn't help shaking his head, but he immediately felt a stabbing pain from the depths of his brain, so he had to hold his head in a hurry.

"Anyway, we'd better not get close," he thought and finally added, "in addition, just before my patron saint collapsed, I saw that they seemed to be attacking the corpses."

On the other hand, Hermione, who listened to Neville's words, seemed to want to say something, but after hesitation, she turned her head immediately:

"Attention, everyone! Shrink the line of defense, step back! Step back!"

So at the next moment, everyone fought and retreated under Hermione's instructions, and gave way to the area in front of the camp that had been hard held these days.

Then soon, everyone saw the powerful fighting power of those uninvited people.

With bursts of crackling sound, large black flames flew away in the battlefield. And those black flames are also like the nemesis of the living corpse. Ordinary living corpses are simply unable to resist and can only be swallowed up by the merciless sea of fire in useless struggle.

Looking at the blazing black flame without a little heat wave ahead, the Wizards on the side of Weymouth camp could see the God by harvesting the corpse tide they had tried hard to resist like wheat straw.

"Don't forget there are enemies in front of you!"

Hermione saw this and had to remind again. After everyone woke up and continued to resist the corpse, she turned her head and looked at Harry and others:

"You said... Did Maka send us to help us?"

"I think it should be possible," said Harry and Neville, looking at each other. "Although we don't understand a lot of things Maka has done recently, and her attitude has become a little strange... Obviously, Maka still cares about our friends."

"Yes!" Hermione nodded. "Yes, that's it."

She didn't know what to say for a moment, so she could only nod her head and look at the shadow rushing left and right and the scattered black flame in the fog ahead.

After more than ten minutes, as a large number of living corpses in the distance were wiped out, the "black flame people" in Neville's mouth gradually got closer and closer to the defense line.

At this moment, Hermione was stunned, then narrowed her eyes and observed carefully:

"Wait... You see, is there a special figure behind the group?"

After she said this, everyone threw their eyes behind the faintly visible black flame people.

"Well... Well, it seems that there is someone... Floating alone in the air? It looks like a person in charge of command." Harry said in some doubt. "Ginny, have we ever seen a leader like Marca?"

It can be seen that there is indeed a figure there, flying higher than other black flame people. The man's body was also shrouded in black flames, but he did not attack the living corpse like others, but just floated alone in the air behind him.

"Team leader"? Ginny on one side recalled and then said, "at that time, only Marca and miss brova could command these people? Look at that figure... At least it doesn't look like Willie, and her figure is a little shorter."

Harry's eyes lit up when he saw Ginny say that.

"Is it Marca?"

Just as several people guessed back and forth behind the defense line, there were few living corpses in the nearby area, and those black flame people became closer and closer with the continuous elimination of living corpses.

Soon, everyone could barely see through the fog. The silent figure floating in the air followed the black flame team to a place only more than 100 feet away from the defense line of Weymouth camp.

Unfortunately, under the package of black flame, no one can see each other's real face.

While everyone was still hesitating and guessing, the man suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the north. At the same time, all the black flame people immediately left the few corpses left near the line of defense and attacked all the way to the north along the line of defense.

"Wait!" Hermione finally shouted, "you... Who are you? Did Marca send you? Please answer me -"

She even used a sound reinforcement spell on her voice, and her voice instantly spread away in the noisy battlefield.

Then she saw the figure between the black smoke. She paused a little and seemed to turn back a little. However, the other party did not answer her question, just glanced at it and left silently.

Hermione stretched out her hand and opened her mouth again, as if she wanted to say something more, but she finally gave up half and dropped her hand again.

"Hermione?"

Ginny took her arm with some worry and called her gently, but she soon shook her head.

"Forget it," Hermione said. "Anyway, it doesn't seem to be Marca - that man seems shorter than Marca. He doesn't fit the size."

When Harry and others heard the speech, they had to watch the black flame people go farther and farther between the fog, leaving only a sparse remnant of living corpses and a place of chaos.

In any case, the other party obviously came to clean up the tide of corpses, so even if they were just passing strangers, they helped the defense line of Weymouth camp.

Seeing that Hermione was still a little silent after that sentence, Harry simply replaced her and shouted:

"Go on, everyone. Work harder and wipe out the rest of the living corpses! It seems that the wave of living corpses will end soon!"