Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

After hearing Gluck's words, Ohm was not in a hurry.

As the searchlights on the Rhino troop carrier focused on him, Ohm straightened up and took a sip of combat accelerant that was specially amplified for his size. He turned to look at Harry not far away and kicked a Slaanesh follower. His head exploded, and he said slowly: "Mr. Stone Heel, in order to rescue you trapped people, we at Hogwarts have mobilized the entire army at any cost. And the repair of these damaged armors and the consumption of ammunition and fuel are all It’s real money, you see…”

Gluck's eyes twitched. If he still couldn't understand the meaning of the words of the majestic werewolf in front of him, then the king he had been for 130 years would really end up in the belly of an aardvark.

Although the dwarf's violent personality makes him unwilling to make mistakes, but...

Glancing at the steel pagodas that were surrounding him intentionally or unintentionally, Gerak could only force himself to smile gently and said: "Please forgive me for being rude, and what do you call me sir?"

"Om Messiah."

He threw the battle accelerant that was sucked to the ground and crushed it with his feet. Ohm knew that the old dwarf wanted to confirm that he was talking to the leader who could talk, so he took out the document signed by Professor McGonagall and gave it to him. He took a look and added: "Professor of Hogwarts Power Armor Control and Sword Combat, and also the chief commander of this support operation."

As expected by Ohm, after confirming that he was the leader with real power, the old dwarf's expression softened a lot.

It’s not that it’s incomprehensible, after all, as the saying goes in England: Satan is easy to deal with, but the devil is difficult to deal with.

Gluck was obviously afraid that he was a squad leader with some commanding power, and would use the name of rescue to fight against him and inflict another blow on the wounds of the dwarves who had already suffered heavy losses.

"Professor Messiah, as long as you can help us take back the Lonely Mountain and our mountain city occupied by the undead: Durin. Every year from now on, our Lonely Mountain dwarves will invest 5.00% of the total output of magic metal into Dedicated to Hogwarts!" Gerak, standing on the ruins of the wall, stretched out the five fingers of his right hand and looked up at Ohm's eyes sincerely.

Ohm expressionlessly reached out and closed the dwarf king's fingers one by one, squeezed his fist and said: "Ten percent, no less. Every Hogwarts soldier is very, very precious. Exist. With a mere 5.00% annual output... it’s difficult for me to help you with such a small amount of supplies."

"You greedy bastard! We dwarves are not house elves raised by your wizards! We would not agree to your shameless request even if we died on the spot!"

When the king's guards on the side heard this excessive request, they couldn't suppress the raging anger in their hearts. No matter whether they could beat him or not, they picked up the weapons at hand and wanted to give Ohm a hard blow.

"Iron Knees! Silver Hands! And you all! Stand down!" Gerak scolded his loyal guards, but his eyes were fixed on Ohm motionlessly, "Always [-]%?"

"Always ten percent." Ohm repeated calmly, "And after the recovery, we at Hogwarts will send combat troops to the mines to ensure the safety of your... production and construction."

Even though he knew that the subtext of this werewolf was that he would send people to monitor the actual annual production of Gushan, Gluck could only grit his teeth and force a smile and said: "Happy cooperation."

There is no way. Dwarves have always valued the ancestral land where they were born. If a king loses his ancestral land during his reign, his name will be nailed to the pillar of shame by other dwarves forever, and future generations will never be able to join the clan. Nai raised his head.

Therefore, even if Ohm's conditions were so excessive, Gluck could only agree immediately after confirming that the price would not increase in the future.

Almost at the same time, Fiorina walked from a tall white marble building in the distance with a helmet under her arm. Her face, still stained with a few drops of wet blood, looked at Ohm and said, "Isn't it over yet? Why are you so annoying?"

"The terms have been negotiated. We just need to sign the loyalty contract given to us by Professor Flitwick later."

As he said that, Ohm turned and glanced at Fiorina: "Didn't you go to negotiate with the goblins with Hermione, Cedric and the others? Come back so soon, is it possible that the goblins nowadays are as easy to talk to as philanthropists? ?"

"Fairy? Huh! A group of stingy and blind fools, they have to fight for a long time to find the whereabouts of a copper coin." Fiorina spat on the ground and scratched her shoulder-length gray hair uncomfortably. "So I killed a few people who looked powerful on the spot and raised their brains to the ceiling. Now those little goblins are better behaved than the rabbits whose ears were grabbed, and they are being raped by that Hufflepuff super. Press and hold to sign."

Ohm took out the contract with the loyalty spell cast from the shrine on his waist and placed it in front of the dwarf king. He said with some emotion: "Sure enough, sometimes when smart people are talking back and forth, they often need someone who is not You are too smart to push the topic directly to the end. Do you think my point of view is correct, Mr. Stone Heel?"

Looking at his personal guard who was still crushed to the ground by the weight of psychic energy, Gluck nodded with deep understanding: "Professor Messiah, I'm afraid I couldn't agree more with your statement."

Fiorina was still holding her hands on her hips triumphantly, but suddenly she came back to her senses and said, "Oh, you dare to go around the corner and call me stupid!"

"Okay, now that the contract is in hand, it's time to let the 'Eagle's Nest' enter." Putting away the contract signed by Gerak's full name, Ohm raised his hand and shot a golden light into the air.

Suddenly, Fiorina's dissatisfied protest was drowned in the hymns that resounded in the sky, and a flying Gothic church suddenly appeared in the dark sky that was originally empty!

Grana and his dwarves were stunned as they watched this magnificent building coming from the sky; the elves who were stronger than the bodybuilders first instinctively drew their big bows towards the Feitian Church, and then they couldn't bear it. He made a sound of admiration.

The wizards and goblins in Shanyan Town had expressions of disbelief on their faces. They couldn't even understand what was happening in the outside world, so that their worldview was subverted several times in just one day.

Ye Jiangming elbowed Yue Zhong: "Shall we change this thing when we get back?"

"What can I exchange for it? Your little brain left?" Yue Zhong looked enviously at the bottom of the church where the alchemy runes were flashing. He took out a film camera from the Zhangtian Pavilion badge on his chest and took a picture, saying , "We still have to keep working hard and strive to let our soldiers use this kind of sky fortress as soon as possible!"

Within the thick wall covered with skulls symbolizing purity and the "I" metal logo heralding unity, Alastor Moody sat on a fine gold seat at the feet of the God of All Machines, speaking with His vast ocean-like magic power is transmitted through the mithril circuits on the seats, maintaining the operation of thousands of "Ultimate Floating and Lifting" runes at the bottom of the church, allowing the entire church to float smoothly in the air.

And the benches in the church hall that were originally used to pray for believers were filled with adult wizards from Hogsmeade.They all came voluntarily and contributed a little bit of magic power to the operation of the Feitian Church's phantom rune set.

The old Auror with a tired look in his eyes took a sip of combat accelerant, twitched his ailing nose, and comforted himself in a low voice: "At least it's a little easier than maintaining the 'Ultimate Armor Protection'."

This flying church is the "Eagle's Nest", a floating supply center that Nico Flamel used in his spare time to transform from the mechanical church in Hogsmeade Village.

Until the bolter's non-marking extendable magazine is developed, the Eagle's Nest will continue to serve as a combat supply center for the Hogwarts fighting forces.

As the eagle's nest appeared, hundreds of small metal skeletons with white wings on their backs flew out of its open windows.These sacred and cute little servitors hold magazines filled with bolt bullets in their hands, sing a mass in praise of steel, silicon crystals and gears, and hover around the little wizard as gently as real angels.Replace the bottomed magazine of the bolter, use their delicate and delicate palms to wipe the stains on the surface of the power armor, and remove the heretic entrails stuck to the ceramite armor plate.

These warriors surrounded by mechanical angels look increasingly different from mortals.So much so that the isolated residents of Shanyan Town unconsciously uttered prayers and looked at these young warriors wrapped in thick armor plates with strange eyes mixed with respect and fear.

Seeing that everything was going according to plan, Ohm relaxed a little. He looked down at Fiorina, who was leaning on her hips and staring angrily at him, and asked strangely: "F.F., why did your hair suddenly become so long? Did you use Harry's hair restorer? Didn't you say that it would be easy to get involved? "

Fiorina rolled her eyes, flicked her shoulder-length gray hair, and turned towards the flying servitors who brought her heavy bolt bullets: "I am happy with it, and you don't have to worry about it!"

Looking at her back, Ohm's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Is this guy really planning to braid my hair into a bracelet?

He stretched out his hand to stop Fiorina, but in the end he just opened his mouth, retracted his hand and grabbed the thick mane around his neck.

It seems that I have to start saving some money, and I can't break her promise...