Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

With this thought in his mind, Ohm raised his hand and shot a shield-shaped emblem with a yellow background and black edges into the air, depicting a vicious honey badger lying on the ground and roaring.

The young wizards and Aurors who were resting in Shanyan Town saw the muster signal in the sky that they had practiced at Hogwarts before. They immediately put on their helmets, closed their bolt guns, and placed the safety on the fire dragon skin on their waists. In the gun bag, the power sword was leaning on the shoulder, and he flew quickly and ably towards the direction of the combat class professor, arranged in four square formations according to the academy in a well-trained silence.

In an instant, the spacious central square of Shanyan Town suddenly became crowded. These warriors wearing thick iron-gray armor stood side by side like a statue of King Ming. The helmet that always roared with anger was obviously so ferocious and vicious. Those who were being rescued around it stood side by side. The townspeople seemed so reassuring.

It seems that as long as these warriors appear, any chaos demon can only be crushed to pieces while trembling!

Seeing this extremely disciplined array, an extraordinarily tall and strong female elf in the dragon-hunting archer team lowered her head to a dwarf with a lot of brown-red beard and said in a hymn-like tone: "Golden Thunderbolt, son of Gloin, please satisfy my curiosity. Have the wizards in this world already established their own kingdom?"

"Kingdom? Ha! Flanders, you must have damaged your brain because of these 500 years of bow and arrow training, right?" Jin Pei stroked the exquisite platinum ring engraved with the sniffing pattern on his beard, "Today's wizards are still hiding in the Muggle social system like parasites. Let alone establishing a country, there is only one small village entirely composed of wizards in the UK!"

"Then why..."

Flanders stretched out her calloused fingers from drawing the bow all the time and pointed at Ohm, who was wearing dark armor and holding a sword in both hands, standing in front of the steel square. There was a trace of strangeness in her blue eyes that were brighter than gems. Emotion: "...I can feel it from him, what about the courage that only an emperor can possess?"

Facing his students, Ohm tilted his head slightly and looked at Gluck, who was staring at the power armor, and said: "Mr. Stone Heel, if you are interested in our power armor, we can do it after everything is settled. Let’s talk in detail. As for now, please guide us on the road to Durin.”

Reluctantly retracting his gaze from the thick ceramic steel chest of the power armor, Grak put on his cracked mithril helmet and raised the storm weapon that once belonged to the King of the Hill to his guards. The hammer roared in the rattling Dwarf language: "Ancestral spirits above! We will take back everything we lost at this moment! Unyielding warriors, the stone walls of Durin are waiting for us to go back to carve, and the metal in the ground is waiting for us. Go back and discover, the fine wine from the treasury is waiting for us to go back and drink! For the dwarves! For Durin! March! March! March!"

"March! March! March!"

More than 150 dwarf warriors who could still move normally raised their arms and shouted, and even the gravel on the ground trembled due to their roars. They did not care whether the wounds on their bodies would burst because of this. The shame of losing the capital had already burned their brains. Every nerve in her is completely ignited!

Regardless of the consequences, destroy everything that prevents them from returning home!

Seeing that the dwarf's morale was boosted, Ohm raised his left arm high, and a brand new lightning claw flew out of the eagle's nest surrounded by the holy feather servitors, and was nested on the berserker armor of his left arm.

As the internal mechanisms were locked and connected to the neural interface, Ohm suddenly clenched the sharp five fingers of the lightning claw, and the intense red fire rushed out from the ring of bright sunlight that suddenly lit up behind his head, sweeping towards the warriors in the audience. !

Legilimency·Will Resonance!

This is the reverse use of the "Legilisman Curse", which can punch one's soul and will into the hearts of others like a heavy punch, achieving the effect of making everyone have the same goals, plans, and actions.

In an instant, the original iron-gray color of the power armor was burned into a dull deep black, and wisps of blood and fire danced endlessly on the surface of the armor, adhering to the blade and warhead.

The holy and perfect halo of fire suddenly lit up above the heads of each armored wizard. At this moment, their souls seemed to be connected with the tall werewolf who stood in front of everyone. In this moment of soul-searching, their momentum instantly Increased dramatically!Soar!Strong growth!

Looking at these wingless angels in the audience, Ohm didn't need to say anything more. He just said solemnly: "We have no need for pity, no need for regret, no need for fear!"

The ferocious holy angels held the hilts of the power swords with both hands and raised the swords in front of them. Their sonorous and powerful voices turned into a thunderous voice through the loudspeaker: "We are always angry, always pure, and always loyal! "

Even the dwarves, whose heads were filled with rage, were shocked by the determined battle cry of these warriors wrapped in heavy armor. The dwarf king Grak had to admit in his heart that these little guys who were still young had indeed learned from rigorous combat training. Outstanding soldiers.

Yue Zhong looked at the team with solemn eyes and a hint of expectation.

If it were them, maybe they could really make the old people in the country realize clearly that the times have changed...

Seeing that the goal of frightening the foreigners had been achieved, Ohm raised his giant sword and pointed the tip of the sword directly at the dark outline of the lonely mountain in the distance under the night cover: "Load the explosive arrows and let's go!"

Since Durin needs to transport a large amount of extremely heavy metal cargo to the outside world, the roads leading to the country are paved with large rough stone bricks and specially reinforced with magic.

Along the way, Ohm was learning from Gluk about the mechanical creations called the undead, paying no attention to every detail from their total number to their individual differences.

"So according to what you said, Mr. Stone Heel, you accidentally dug out a complex palace made entirely of metal underground due to a landslide, and a miner without any mechanical training opened the door by chance. Hundreds of mechanical locks locked the door, causing at least two thousand undead souls to resurrect from the palace?"

Ohm summarized Gluck's words, frowned, and said: "This series of things is indeed as weird as you feel. This series of coincidences came so suddenly, it's like... it was arranged! "

"We dwarves have a saying: When you are unlucky, your pickaxe will break when digging in the soil. Unfortunately, our Durin clan is at the moment when our pickaxe breaks." Gerak stroked his beard, which was braided into many braids. "Perhaps this is The Lonely Mountain has given us the test of the Durin dwarves, otherwise how could these ribs be suppressed deep underground by the Mother of Mountains?"

He did not comment on the dwarf king's statement about the god-given test. Looking at the tall and deep cave "Durin's Gate" getting closer and closer on the mountain wall, Ohm raised his hand and clenched his fist to signal all the troops to stop and dispatched dozens of holy-winged aircraft. The servant flew into the Gate of Durin with a magic searchlight to find out the way forward for the large army.

Everyone followed ten meters behind the Holy Wings servants and advanced hundreds of meters through the cave, which had a ceiling height of 20 meters and countless exquisite murals and vivid sculptures carved by ingenious dwarves. However, they did not encounter any Even a dead spirit.

Not even one of the moths that should have been surrounding the bright lights appeared. The entire cave was shrouded in an atmosphere called "dead silence", except for the drum-like sound of the heavy-armored wizards and the sound of respirators. There was no sound except the hoarse breathing.

Everyone smoothly followed the wide road and entered a majestic hall with a dome that was hundreds of meters high. The place was pitch black, and countless thick granite columns turned into lattice-like shadows under the searchlights in the hands of the Holy Wing servants. .

"It always feels so peaceful. Where have all those ubiquitous ribs gone..." A dwarf holding two axes muttered unconsciously.

And just before he finished speaking, in the darkness in the distance, hundreds of inverted triangular, ruthless green eyes suddenly lit up!

It's the undead!They stand quietly in the darkness like dead things, waiting silently for the next living thing that dares to step into their territory, and then launch a fatal attack!

"Everyone has it!"

Facing the undead souls that were crawling towards them at a stiff and fast speed using their hands and feet, Ohm rushed out at the lead, dragging his giant sword!

"Wolf Pack Tactics!"