The power used by the enemy is very similar to my own, and my power was given by Maka... So, what is going on
Safina suddenly felt very confused about this.
However, getting back to Weymouth was the top priority right now, and it was obviously not the time to consider these details.
"... In short, we can't leave from the Southampton Bay side - the enemy is blocking the road there!" Safina frowned, "Moreover, judging from the situation before my subordinate was killed just now, The other party seems to be able to control a large number of other living corpses, which is probably why we found that the living corpses are getting denser and denser along the way."
"So, we can only leave by land?" Harry thought for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "Then let's go! Since that guy is in Southampton, if we continue to walk west, there will be zombies in front of us. The number should start to decrease again.”
"Well," Safina nodded, "Let's go!"
After saying that, she cleared away a group of living corpses again, took Ursula's hand and turned around to fly westward. Everyone saw this and immediately followed him.
Traveling by land, even by flying, will definitely be much slower than traveling by sea. After all, in the foggy area, there is no way to avoid the groups of living corpses that are all over the mountains and even the sky.
Fortunately, as Harry just said, as the distance from Southampton where the demon is located, and the number of living corpses in the west is relatively small, their distribution density is obviously gradually decreasing.
However, as they got closer and closer to Weymouth, everyone's mood was never relaxed, because they soon discovered another problem.
"Harry, although the density of enemies is definitely much smaller than before, but... the number of evolved zombies here has still increased greatly compared to before! In the past, we could hardly see those evolutions here. It was an individual one, but now you see—"
Ginny slowed down slightly, retreated to Harry's side, and stated what she had observed.
"Yes!" Harry couldn't help but nodded slightly when he heard this, "Although it is definitely much better than the Winchester side, but with these evolved individuals, I don't know how strong the defensive strength of the camp is. I can’t stand it.”
Hermione had previously left a defense line of gravity traps at the Weymouth camp. As long as a wizard provided magic power in the formation, the trap's effect could be maintained.
However, the fixed gravity trap is really just a "trap". It is not a big problem to deal with ordinary zombies with simple instincts, but it is definitely not enough in the face of evolved zombies.
"Miss Geofine, why don't we speed up a little more!"
"okay."
Safina, who was clearing the way in front, heard Harry's suggestion behind her, but she didn't object. After a brief nod, her movement of controlling the black flames to attack the living corpse suddenly became faster and more agile.
And since the pressure brought by the enemy is getting smaller and smaller, the efficiency of rushing is further improved. After about an hour passed, Harry and the others found that the scene below was becoming more and more familiar.
"That's the road sign for Bavington. We should be arriving at Weymouth soon!" Ron said while passing over a road, pointing to the sign on the road.
"Yes, I saw it too." Harry responded immediately.
…
Seriously, things are not looking good in Weymouth.
In fact, the Weymouth camp had already encountered trouble before Harry and the others set off from Winchester. And this so-called "trouble" comes from those sudden evolved zombies.
Although there were ordinary zombies here originally, and they were even attacked by waves of zombies several times, evolved zombies rarely appeared here.
However, this time, the situation was completely different.
"Mr. Weasley, emergency! There is a very fast living zombie appearing outside the northern defense line. It is difficult for our spell to hit them! And they... seem to be very 'interested' in our camp. .”
As soon as he heard the guard's report, Percy immediately realized that this was a big problem!
Speaking of which, Percy has always been worried about the presence of evolved individuals near Weymouth. And now, what he feared has finally happened.
"How many are there?" He stood up and asked hurriedly, "How far are they from our outermost defense line?"
"It's very close, and because of the speed... Although everyone on the defense line is working hard to block it, I estimate that a few of them should have run near the defense line by now. As for the number... before I leave the defense line, there should be There are more than ten, but there may be more later.”
The guard estimated and said so.
And when he finished speaking, Percy nodded with understanding and said:
"Go tell everyone, don't fight until you retreat to the last line of defense! But if even Miss Granger's gravity trap can't stop them, then prepare to fight hard! The Weymouth camp cannot be lost, absolutely We can't let them invade the camp! And I'm going to inform Madame Maxime now - hold on!"
"yes!"
The guard responded immediately, then turned around and ran out of the tent.
It must be said that Percy actually felt a little lucky at the moment. The newly added group of family wizards from the Blois family are not only strong in combat, but also completely loyal to the Blois family. They are the kind of warriors who dare to sacrifice.
With their ethos as an example and the name of the Blois family, the teams previously assigned by other alliance member forces finally stabilized.
If people were in the same panic state as before, there would probably be people running away this time!
It's a pity that no matter how high-quality the wizards sent by the Blois family are, they are just a group of ordinary wizards. Facing those evolved individuals among the living corpses, it is also beyond their ability to actually fight. Based on the fighting capabilities of the evolved living zombies that Harry had originally described, if Mr. Blois himself could not be invited, the result would probably still be quite bad.
Yes, Percy is not naive enough to think that there are really only a dozen of those guys!
Percy raised his quill, thinking about writing an urgent letter to Madame Maxime of Beauxbatons for help. However, when he thought about the news he had received earlier that Mr. Blois no longer wanted to take action, he began to hesitate again.
It was definitely necessary to ask for help, but he couldn't just leave the trouble to Madame Maxime - how to invite Mr. Blois, he himself had to think of a way.