If you want to solve the problem once and for all, you must start from the root cause. If Haierbo is not eliminated for a day, no matter how many zombies Maka eliminates, it will only give the opponent more reasons to create more zombies.
In the end, Maka still didn't take action against the group of living corpses all over the mountains and plains - considering many reasons, he finally decided to just trap them there first, and then deal with them after he figured it out or found Haierbo.
Of course, according to his habit, it goes without saying that he would leave some back-ups there.
And after staying for a few hours, when Maka spent a lot of energy touring the entire Kent County and returned to the original camp, many wizards from the Blois family who saw him returning discovered him. He didn't seem to be in a very good mood.
"Mr. MacLean."
The witch in charge who had been staying in this camp saw Maka appearing here, and immediately rushed up to greet him, saying hello to him.
"Well," Maka nodded slightly towards her, "it's still the same. Don't approach the central area of the fog - that's the area near Charing Town. You can continue to explore and investigate the rest of the area according to the original plan. Although I It took me some time to scan the entire county, but after all, my energy was limited and I couldn’t implement more details.”
"Uh... Okay, Mr. McClain, I will convey this to all camp directors."
Probably also realizing that Maka was in a bad mood, she quickly turned around and went to do something after cautiously responding.
Maka looked at her trotting away in a hurry, subconsciously touched her face, and then couldn't help but shook her head with a wry smile.
Yes, it was indeed quite unpleasant for him to be unable to find any trace of Haierbo in the fog today. Even though he had actually expected it, this result was equivalent to a bigger trouble and a development that he did not want to see.
Haierbo is not here, which means that the difficulty for Maka to find him has skyrocketed.
And in the future, the longer time drags on, the higher the possibility that Haierbo will regain his strength, until the latter returns to his unbeatable peak state.
At that time, it would not be him looking for trouble with Haierbo, but Haierbo coming back again, setting off a new wave of disasters that are difficult to stop.
"So, where should we go to find him next?" Maka sat down casually on the log next to the campfire, frowning slightly and thinking, "London? Well... I can go and have a look. , but it seems unlikely... Otherwise, go to the Change and find a way to get Trelawney to prophesy again?"
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shake his head again.
"Forget it! Instead of looking for her, why not take some time to visit the current centaurs tribe..."
Of course, Maka still remembered that not long ago, Firenze mentioned the invitation from their current patriarch in front of the ruins of Hogwarts Castle.
"...Well, let's go then!"
Before he finished speaking, he stood up again.
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"Oh? Didn't you deal with it immediately?"
Let's move the time forward a little. Just as Maka left the countless living corpses near Charing Town, a figure wearing a cloak and wrapping himself tightly happened to be hiding somewhere somewhere. Footsteps stopped in a dirty alley.
Under the hood, the hoarse voice made people feel uncomfortable.
"Forget it, it doesn't matter. Since you don't accept my gift, that's it... After all, the point is never there, right?"
After saying this, the strange-looking cloaked man stepped out again and continued to move forward along the alley slowly and steadily.
Not long after, he walked out of this narrow, damp and dirty alley and came to the street outside - but it was not so much a "street" as it might be a larger alley. It's more accurate.
Because, in fact, this place is also dirty, ugly, decadent, and makes people reluctant to approach it.
But this is actually a place where a group of homeless people live in this city. It is a "slum" nearby.
"Bang!"
On the side of the "street" filled with sewage, a ragged, skinny man suddenly walked toward Haierbo who was passing by, but Haierbo kicked him away instantly.
He didn't use much force, but even so, that casual kick had already broken several of the man's ribs. After he rolled back to the roadside, he couldn't help but fall down in the dirty puddle and howl. got up.
However, Haierbo didn't care, and neither did anyone else here.
Here, this kind of situation has long been common. How many people will die one day? Injury or something like that is simply a trivial matter that is not worth taking lightly.
The next moment, Haierbo, who was wearing a cloak, continued to pace forward without even the slightest change in the frequency of his steps.
Yes, in fact, Maka's search results in the fog were correct. Because no matter which city or country Helbo is currently in, he has indeed not stopped in Kent...or London.
This guy ran away, with serious injuries that would kill him several times for an ordinary person, and hid quietly in a corner of the world.
Situations like this are the most troublesome for Maka, and Haierbo is indeed thick-skinned enough to do such despicable and obscene hiding behavior.
Perhaps it was because of Haierbo's kick just now that the poor people on the roadside no longer dared to provoke him. After all, the "learned lesson" from the beginning is still huddled on the ground and howling!
Not long after, Haierbo passed through this seemingly messy street, suddenly turned a corner at the end of the road, and entered a dangerous building that looked very unstable.
After staying there for more than ten minutes, the man who was howling on the ground finally seemed to have no strength to cry out in pain. He could only curl up there and groan from time to time to show that he was actually still alive.
It must be said that in such a place where there is no human touch, where there is only pain, indifference and death, only that guy Herbo can look so appropriate and natural.
After that, overnight, a group of people were inexplicably missing from this slum—not all of them, but certainly not a few.
Unfortunately, no one pays much attention to this kind of thing. At most, some people would probably remember that early the next morning, the strange man in the cloak left alone again.
It was like one of the many unknown passers-by in their incomplete lives.