What would it be like to be hunted down by one's acquaintances, or even one's own relatives? Norman didn't know how others would react. He only knew that he felt terrible now!
Although my brother's wife is usually very sarcastic, the two of them are relatives after all, so there hasn't been much unpleasantness. If they can't stand each other, just stay away from each other, and there's no way they'll get to the point of hating each other.
But now, he is being hunted by his sister-in-law!
"... Oh, no... That can't be considered Elena anymore."
Norman muttered secretly, gritted his teeth and ran forward as hard as he could. He was holding a suitcase in one hand and waving his wand in the other hand. The magic spell he used was no longer the innocuous obstacle spell at the beginning.
"Shattered to pieces!"
After knocking down a living corpse that sprang out from the corner in front, he rushed past the opponent without stopping and rushed over at full speed.
The only thing he was glad about now was that although these living dead were indeed not weak, especially their ability to resist curses was comparable to that of hybrid giants, they were not as powerful as he had imagined.
For him, apart from being difficult to kill, there doesn't seem to be much of a threat to him - at least, he can still run away.
However, as an adult, Norman may have been able to reluctantly accept all this, because this was actually a scene that he could have predicted when he agreed to his old father's instructions.
But in the heart of the little owner of the pair of eyes between the gaps in the suitcase, there was more shock, astonishment... and fear.
"Mother... mother... mother!"
"Quiet!"
After all, I still couldn't do anything to my acquaintance Norman, so I kept Elena who turned into a living corpse until now. If he could knock down the opponent a few more times, the opponent probably wouldn't be able to chase after him as closely as now, and wouldn't make his nephew scream all the time.
Right now, if the lock on his suitcase hadn't been locked and the suitcase couldn't be opened from the inside, the kid would have probably gotten out of it!
"Silent and silent."
In desperation, Norman could only use a magic spell to eliminate the child's shouts. Because if he was allowed to continue shouting, Haierbo would have to be summoned too!
The current situation is dangerous enough.
However, just when Norman cast the spell on his nephew and felt that he was finally quieter, a shadow suddenly appeared from behind him and flew towards his back at an extremely fast speed. to. He just caught a glimpse of a shadow in the corner of his eye, and before he even had time to react, he felt a sudden impact on his soul.
As a direct member of the Werther family, even if he has never been favored by his father in the past, he can still learn the family inheritance that needs to be learned. As for how much you learn in the end, it can only depend on your individual talent.
Although Norman's magic talent is not high, he still has the foundation of soul magic. When he was hit by that shadow, he immediately realized that he had been attacked by the magic that his Werther family was best at!
"who?"
He staggered, but did not stop running. He just turned the wand upside down and pressed the tip of the wand against his chest - if he was not steady any more, his soul would be washed out of his body!
"Who exactly is it?"
The huge doubts in his heart and some bad guesses forced Norman to look back while staggering. Suddenly, an extremely familiar figure was deeply imprinted on his retina.
That was his second brother, the son that his old father was most optimistic about and who was almost determined to be the successor to the family head. At the same time, he is also the person with the strongest magic talent in the family besides his father.
Yes, although this brother has a somewhat strong and even violent personality, he is actually very similar to his father when he was young. If you put aside the minor problems with his character, he is at least persistent enough for the family. Neither Norman nor his eldest brother have much objection to the fact that he is the sole heir of the family.
But now—
"That is to say... if the deceased has enough magic talent, can he still use magic spells after being transformed into a living corpse?" Norman gritted his teeth and secretly wondered in his heart, "But if this is the case... like the second brother's reservations Is it possible that a living corpse that has acquired the ability to cast spells still retains some fragmented memories of its lifetime?"
When he thought of this, he suddenly turned around again and said to his brother who was still behind "Elena":
"Joe! Can you recognize it? It's me, Norman! Your brother—"
Unfortunately, the expectation he had was just a fantasy. With Haierbo's foresight, how could it be possible to leave such a very basic loophole
The fact is that Norman didn't even have a chance to finish his words before he was choked back by another soul magic.
When the black shadow came towards him, he could only use his best to wave his staff to resist, and directly threw out the resisting spell he could cast.
Two magic spells of the same nature collided in this alleyway, causing him and "Elena" who followed closely behind to fly backwards.
"Roar-"
Norman struggled to stand up on the ground, and in the next second he quickly picked up the suitcase that fell aside, then turned around and ran away.
Because he had responded with all his strength just now, he was not hurt this time. On the contrary, the collision of the magic spell also put some distance between him and "Elena".
"Close left and right!"
He cast a counter-curse of the dividing spell in the alleyway at the back. With his ability, he could only move a small section of the wall closer to the middle. But as long as the advance is included, it can still block the pursuers behind.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, he hurriedly turned to a fork in the road, and then continued running in the original direction.
Leave London!
In the previous time, the old father had sent people to investigate in secret. As long as they could escape from the foggy area, there should be McClain's people patrolling outside.
And by then, perhaps shelter can be found.
"I hope father..."
As soon as this idea came out of his head, he shook his head vigorously - it's better not to think about all this! Isn’t it often said that the more you hope something won’t happen, the more likely it is that it will happen
So, it’s better not to think too much.
Hearing the rumble of explosions coming from the other side of the corner behind him, he knew that his little trick would not be able to stop it for long. Not to mention, there are obviously more enemies coming this way in front of him!
"boom!"
Another stun spell blocked an oncoming ordinary living corpse. He bent down and ducked under the opponent's arm.
"Hurry up... faster!"
"Bang!"
Suddenly, he felt a strong attack from behind, knocking him away.