Harry, who had taken a break at the rear of the battlefield and received medical treatment, had already rushed to the front line again.
Although he can still cast spells with the Sword of Gryffindor in his hand, his main combat power now lies in his outstanding melee combat ability. In comparison, magic can only be used as an auxiliary occasionally.
However, the fog has now completely enveloped the group of living corpses. If the field of vision is extremely poor, and if one rushes into the enemy's siege to fight like before, the huge disadvantage will undoubtedly be fatal.
Not to mention, it is speculated that there seem to be more difficult enemies in the fog.
Under Kingsley's strict prohibition, Harry had to temporarily give up the fighting method of breaking into the enemy group and joined the extermination team led by Sirius.
Of course, since he could only wave his wand into the mist to cast spells, Harry's combat power immediately plummeted. Even if his dueling level was definitely not low, in the final analysis it was equivalent to having one more Auror member. Even he himself felt... his presence seemed to have become a little less painful.
"Thunderbolt explosion—" "Bang!"
After casting another explosive spell and flashing an inconspicuous orange-red in the mist, Harry suddenly retreated slightly, allowing the second row of wizards who were always behind to replace him to cover his gap.
This rotational attack allows the team members to have time to rest while maintaining constant firepower as much as possible, which is especially suitable for this protracted battle.
However, this continuous attack is completely obscured by the fog, making it impossible to see the results. As time goes by, it will make people more and more restless due to mechanized fighting.
"It will definitely not work if this continues. The speed of the zombie swarm has almost never changed..."
Harry was thinking about it when suddenly, there was a "crackling" sound from behind, causing him to turn around and take a look.
And at that moment, he saw a large group of elves appearing from behind the battlefield, and then they all raised their hands.
"boom-"
Pieces of red magic light were thrown into the air, and then fell in a parabola, covering them into the rolling thick fog ahead.
It was Maka's group of wild elves, and they finally joined the battlefield.
They had appeared earlier when they gathered in Spiral Town, but because of the poor coordination of this group of elves, without Maka present, it would be difficult for others to make them move accurately.
But under the current situation, Kingsley couldn't let such a group of excellent combatants just serve as guards for the healer team in the rear.
But now it seems that the effect of this initial appearance is obviously good.
Under a covering blow from the elf, the living corpse in the fog was obviously forced to stop, and the fog also temporarily stopped moving forward.
"oh!"
It's a pity that just when Kingsley's secret tunnel achieved remarkable results, the chaotic nature of those elves also began to show up.
"Attack! McClain said that as long as we destroy those dirty enemies, the ancestral friend Mr. Ferry will give us rewards! Attack!"
At the order of the elf old man Lark, the little guys immediately rushed forward with a huff and puff. During this period, some elves who were not good at running used space to move and appeared and disappeared. The originally orderly battlefield immediately fell into chaos.
When the clearing team saw the momentum of those little elves, they could only dodge in a hurry and make way for them to move forward, so as not to be scattered by the large swarm of little elves.
And then... they actually rushed into the fog that Kingsley had strictly forbidden to trespass before.
In the next few minutes, the wizards in the extermination team all stopped casting magic spells and stared blankly at the "rumbling" sounds in the mist.
There is no doubt that the fighting power of those wild elves is absolutely amazing. In addition, there are a lot of them. It seems that it is worth looking forward to what kind of damage it can cause to the zombie army.
But a few minutes later, the little elves who had just rushed in suddenly ran out in a mess, shouting like a large group of frightened monkeys and ran back to the rear of the battlefield.
Although no one here can understand what they are saying, it is clear at a glance that those little guys have suffered a loss in the fog.
"What are you looking at! Go in and try it!"
The wizards cannot understand the ancient language of the elves, but with the talents of these elves, they can roughly understand what the wizards who stood on the sides watching them run out were thinking.
Of course, even if they cursed loudly, the suppression team would only seem to understand them.
"What kind of farce is this?"
Harry scratched his scalp and watched the elves retreat with chirping. When he noticed that the fog began to drift this way again, he quickly restored the array with everyone and waved the wand in his hand vigorously.
"Your name is Lark... right? Well... what happened in there just now?"
Even Kingsley couldn't speak the elf's language, but he wanted to know more about the situation in the mist. So, I saw him stopping in front of the elf elder, gesticulating and asking.
"Huh? What happened?" Before Lao Lak spoke, a young elf tribe member immediately waved his hand and said loudly, "Powerful enemy, understand? Powerful... enemy... idiot!"
The little guy also gestured at Kingsley a few times. Seeing the confused look on his face, the little guy made a face as if he lost his patience in an instant.
"What about elf etiquette?"
Old Lark patted the little guy on the head hard, and then described the scene in the mist to Kingsley with as many gestures as possible.
But when he realized that Kingsley still didn't understand, he couldn't help but mutter "Idiot".
"Anyway, the elves and I will only attack from a distance... That's it."
If Kingsley could understand this sentence, he probably couldn't help shouting "It should have been so". But no matter what, it would be great if these elves can honestly participate in the battle as planned.
Seeing the slightly reduced wild elves regrouping at the rear of the battlefield, even if they were just randomly gathered into a pile with no intention of forming a formation, Kingsley couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
And it was at this moment that Sirius, who had left the suppression team and returned to Spiral Town, finally revealed his figure not far away with a burst of space distortion.
"Jins—"
Before Sirius, who had just appeared, had time to speak, something suddenly happened in the fog that had just been messed up by the group of elves on the front line, attracting everyone's attention, including him.
"That is?"