The Periodic Table of Words at Hogwarts

Humanity's last fortress in North America was finally lost. Edenia's army desperately resisted the attack of the zombie tide. At first, it was able to hold on for a while when facing low-level undead creatures. After all, thermal weapons are not effective against them. These slow-moving undead are carnage.

At the same time, as the remnants of the Magical Council of Edenia also retreated to San Francisco along with most of the non-magical forces, the defensive line here was initially very solid.The army relies on buildings and viaducts to build fortresses, and wizards provide these Muggle troops with combat experience and logistical support.

In this happy atmosphere, the situation seems to have improved. Many people firmly believe that they will be able to survive. The survivors spontaneously organized militia and began to help the Edenian army perform some security tasks. These people are full of hope and believe that everything Everything will be fine.

After all, those with low IQs have died in the disaster, and those who are still alive are those with high IQs. They understand their current situation very well, and they also know how to make most people survive.

Edenia held on to the outskirts of San Francisco for three full months. Those undead souls without intelligence ran into the army's defense line and were crushed by machine guns and artillery. The high walls and fortresses built by the army could be used effectively. Firepower, everything seems to be looking up.

But when those high-level undead creatures began to participate in the battle, the army became increasingly overwhelmed. The remaining Aurors and other staff of the Magical Congress of Edenia had all stepped up, but even these most powerful Elite Aurors also suffered heavy casualties when facing some high-level magical creatures that were difficult to deal with.

With the coordination and cooperation of many countries, Edenia assembled a large number of civilian ships and began to transfer refugees at the San Francisco port currently controlled by the military. Many areas across the ocean are accepting refugees without restrictions, because everyone knows , if these refugees are not rescued, then these people will become part of the army of the undead!

With the emergence of high-level undead, gaps began to appear in the army's defense. In the end, the army was unable to support large-scale defense tasks. It could only slowly shrink the defense line as the retreat progressed, consolidate the defense force, and obtain more effective forces for the evacuation. time.

Countless civilians have boarded the refugee ship. This place is like a modern Dunkirk. The port is crowded with people, and countless people are screaming and wailing. It is not an exaggeration to describe this place as a hell on earth!

But everyone knows very well that if the gunfire in the sky stops, if those undead creatures really break through the defense line, then this last human city in North America will become a real hell!

"I have said it many times! Strictly implement screening and disinfection! The first round is for infection control rooms, and the second round is for infection control cabins. If all controls fail, let the escorting warships destroy the entire ship. Shen! We can’t risk accepting possible infected people! This will kill everyone!”

Jialanna's hair is getting whiter and grayer. After many days of hard work, he seems to be 40 years old in his 60s. However, this conscientious general is still working hard to transfer refugees. He hopes from the bottom of his heart to transfer more refugees. Many people were rescued from this city that was about to become a dead city.

"Give me some sobering potion, Mr. Jialanna, I feel like you can't stand it anymore."

A wizard came in and handed Jialanna a bottle of Coke mixed with a little sobering potion. After the wizard here discovered that Coke could be a refreshing drink, he added a light potion to brew this more refreshing drink. drinks.

"Thank you, how is the front line of defense now? I remember that you have now shrunk the defense line to the outskirts of the city."

Jialanna took a sip of soda in his busy schedule and drank the refreshing potion. He suddenly felt a lot more awake, but his current sobriety came at the expense of squeezing his brain, which was particularly detrimental to his health.

But at the critical moment of life and death, who would care about their own health?

"This is a material sent from China. It is said to be a mercury compound that has an obvious poisonous effect on this type of fungi. They suggest that we dilute this compound to a non-toxic standard and add it to the water for the refugees to drink, or mix it directly into Water tanks use fire hoses to disinfect the exterior of refugees, which is said to significantly reduce the chance of infection."

Two soldiers came in dragging a huge woven bag. Jialanna cut a hole with a knife and took a look. It was full of red powder.

"Interesting, this seems to be some kind of alchemical mercury, and the level is very high. This powder contains strong magic power, and it seems to have some manifestations of the Philosopher's Stone in alchemy."

The wizard was obviously more interested in these compounds. He put down the Coke cup in his hand, then grabbed a handful in the woven bag and observed them carefully.

"Follow the suggestions given by China. Every refugee should be strictly decontaminated before uploading. At the same time, follow the insurance I mentioned and monitor everyone. We can't continue to take risks."

Jialanna waved his hand in an extremely tired manner, and the two soldiers, who were also obviously very tired, walked out with their bags and disappeared outside the tent.

"Mr. John, are you tired? If you are, go to the cafeteria for a meal. We will be busy for a long time."

Jialanna braced herself and asked the wizard.

"Thank you for your concern. I have already eaten. What I need now is sleep, not food."

The wizard simply fell back on the sofa in the tent, rested his head on the cushions of the sofa, and closed his eyes.

Jialanna also collapsed on his recliner. He had been working non-stop for more than ten hours and he needed to let his brain rest.

"Mr. Jialanna, do you think we can win?"

Although the wizard had his eyes closed, it was obvious that he was not asleep. He asked Jialanna a question.

"Mr. John, your question is not quite accurate. I think what you should ask is, how many days can we survive here?"

Jialanna smiled particularly humorously, but his laughter was full of sadness.

"I'm sorry for the death of your daughter. Edenia Ifamoni School of Magic was one of the first facilities to be attacked. The professors paid with their lives but failed to save several children. .”

The wizard named John hesitated for a moment and then said these words.

"It doesn't matter, this is that damn war! War not only kills soldiers, civilians are more likely to die!"

Jialanna sighed, and then continued:

"Everyone is mortal. You will die, I will die, everyone will die. Why should we be so afraid of death? Death is just something that everyone will experience."

John fell into silence for a while. He thought for a while, and then said slowly:

"Yeah, but when I have to really face death, I still want to say one thing:"

"Nottoday"