Sword and Magic and Taxi

June 3rd is the birthday of King George V. It is customary to celebrate his birthday with a day off. But now is a time of war, and the king asked the people not to celebrate his birthday, but to join in praying for the frontline soldiers and praying for victory in the war. This year there is one more thing: I hope that the disease can stay away from the world, and I hope that the patients can recover as soon as possible.

A true king can drive away disease. Tolkien and his wife Edith prayed together before preparing a sumptuous dinner. Today is more or less a holiday, so they invited Warren Godmother and Logan to join them for a family dinner. Although the war is still going on, life must still go on.

Mrs. Warren went there early, saying she wanted to help Edith prepare food. But Logan thought she was just too embarrassed to go with him. Although he thought there was nothing to hide about this kind of thing, he still respected her choice. In terms of personality, Wolverine can be a gentleman to women, but is mostly violent towards men first. Considering that he was a landowner's child who was born in a slave manor in the 19th century, and he was actually an old man close to ninety years old, this kind of behavior is not surprising.

According to Mrs. Warren's request, he would go later and bring a bottle of wine as a gift. So, Logan had a good sleep during the day, and at dusk he took a bottle of wine from the unopened bottle left by Zhao Mai, arranged his clothes and set off.

Most of the people on the street were in a hurry, but there were still a few people who greeted Logan in a friendly way - still mostly women. It is said that women can identify information through their sense of smell, and the breath that an immortal person can exude is very unique, which is one of the reasons why he attracts the opposite sex. However, humans' sense of smell cannot be compared with that of dogs, and dogs' sense of smell is much weaker than that of wolves.

Wolverine stopped at the door of Tolkien's house, sniffed, and then turned to look across the street. Two lanes away, a man in a taupe trench coat stood under a kerosene lamp on the street, reading the newspaper in his hand with the faint light. Logan squinted his eyes and discovered that the words and photos on the newspaper were moving.

He lowered his head and looked at the wine in his hand. It was Château Latour 1913. It was a good wine before the war broke out. It should not be wasted. He put the bottle on the ground, then moved his wrists and fingers, and walked straight towards the man.

Hey, what are you doing here, do you need help?!

The man looked up. He was a young white man with piercing brown eyes. He smiled at Logan, put down the newspaper he was holding, but took out a wand from inside: Fainted!

A strong sense of dizziness hit Logan, reminding him of the storm he encountered when he first crossed the Atlantic by boat. Rocking and tossing, then a shipwreck and two months at sea. The Titanic was even more miserable. He spent three days filling the cabin with cold water before finally cutting open the door and escaping. So Logan really didn't like riding anything that was off the ground, and he hated the feeling of dizziness.

His vision turned black and his body was already falling. However, his powerful self-healing ability quickly allowed his tense nerves and brain to recover, so he used both hands to support himself before his face hit the ground. He has never been one to not fight back when someone hits him, and the posture of lying on the ground does not affect his flexibility at all. He rushed forward with both hands and feet, crossing the entire street in two steps, like an attacking wolf.

You bastard is looking for death! Logan jumped into the air, clenched his hands into fists, and thrust his claws out from between his fingers. He howled and charged at the trench-coated wizard.

The wizard was startled and actually jumped back slightly. The wand waved and flicked: Everyone is petrified! Green light erupted between the two of them, and Logan was turned into a stone statue in the air. He suddenly lost his balance and hit the kerosene lamp on the roadside with a clang.

A werewolf with claws? How come there are still people who survived and came to England? The wizard stood up straight, straightened the wrinkled collar just now, shook his head and said, Sure enough, the Ministry of Magic They are all a bunch of useless idiots and trash!

He stepped over the stone werewolf, but heard a clicking sound coming from under his feet. A large number of cracks appeared on the surface of the stone statue, and then broken stone chips continued to shake off. Under a thumb-thick layer of stone skin was Logan's bloody body. The petrification spell caused him to lose all skin and hair, but was stopped at the muscle level. It's like having his skin peeled off from his entire body, and you can imagine the pain involved!

The pain fueled his rage and fueled his fighting spirit. Logan exploded his stone statue, and his skin and claws were rapidly recovering. Being stared at by a faceless but plasma-covered berserker, the windbreaker wizard also knew that something was wrong.

It can be seen that this werewolf's resistance to magic is not good, but such a powerful self-healing ability has never been seen before! Physical damage can only stop him for a moment at most, but it cannot bring him down completely.

Having lost his skin, Logan's movements were a little slow. If it weren't for his powerful self-healing ability, his internal organs would have fallen out, let alone being able to stand up unsteadily. The wizard frowned. He still had a task to complete. He couldn't waste time here and had to finish it quickly.

Avada Kedavra! The wand shot out green light, hitting Logan's heart. He rolled his eyes, fell straight to the ground, and stopped moving.

No matter how strong your body is, it's just a living thing. It's still going to die. The wizard no longer concealed his identity, took off the windbreaker that hindered his movement and threw it on the roadside. Wearing a magic robe and holding a wand, he walked towards Tolkien's home. .

Night Owl Hui Feng, who was recovering from his injuries on the second floor, saw all this through the window and immediately let out a sharp chirp. The wizard raised his wand and aimed it, and Gray Wind jumped down from the window in a flash, knocked open the door of the room, and rushed down the stairs to the front door. Its flying posture is crooked, but its claws are sharp, its mouth is hard, and it has a brave heart to protect its master.

What happened? Mrs. Warren waited and did not see Logan, still complaining that the man was late. She heard Gray Wind's cry and thought she saw Logan, so she opened the door and came out.

She was greeted by a green light. AvadaKedavra!

She fell down and opened the door. Gray Wind rushed out, flapping its wings vigorously to speed up, and clawing hard. The wizard frowned, tilted his body to the side, stretched out his hand and pulled the door panel and jerked it. The Night Owl turned half a circle with unusual agility, folded one of its wings, touched the door panel with its claws and kicked off. It was not knocked down by the door panel, but had to fly back in a half circle before it could continue its attack.

The wizard's eyes followed the night owl in a half circle. The life-killing spell needed to fire a green beam and hit it to take effect, but the night owl was so flexible that it was difficult to aim. So he chose to petrify everything!.

Gray Feng stiffened and fell directly to the ground. At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the corner of the wizard's eye. Logan stood up again. His skin had not completely grown back, but it no longer affected his running. This time Wolverine didn't howl, and his claws didn't fully recover. But this does not affect Logan's murderous intention. He wants to tear the wizard in front of him with his teeth!