Amy sighed. She was just the first disciple of King Weasley to talk to Adams, but she couldn't actually speak at all.
Although the dark wizards in the wizarding fringe area will try to figure out some ways to cast spells without a wand, after all, there is no way to be as powerful as holding a wand.
At least some powerful spells cannot be cast.
And Adams is the only one among the thirty or so people who holds a wand.
She looked up and saw that on a high ice layer, thirteen huge icicles stood, with countless mysterious runes embossed on them. At the top of each pillar, there was a hollow circular prison.
.
Inside, each contained a large white bear with purple antlers.
According to Adams, these big white bears were born with the aura of King Weasley, and they must be the king's favorite sacrifice, so he planned to dedicate these thirteen magical animals to King Weasley.
In the form of burning with flames.
The words of this seemingly crazy person always make people feel weird, and sometimes it makes Amy feel creepy.
She regards Anthony Weasley as her belief, but that doesn't mean she has become a fanatical believer. This is different!
completely different!
She also longed to have her own life, her own future, her own preferences, instead of completely dedicating everything, including her soul, to the king like Adams.
This man is simply a demon!
Amy sighed and looked at the people around her who looked at her pitifully in silence. After thinking for a while, she finally raised her finger, put it in her mouth and bit it hard.
Blood, with a strange purple-black oily sheen, gently dripped onto the snow-white ground.
"Udada, Ukundamo, Umomodap..."
The weird pronunciation carries an inexplicable ancient and vast artistic conception, and the magic is rippling.
Soon, there was a rustling sound, the snow began to churn, and a long insect with a black carapace and a centipede-like shape crawled out of the ground.
One after another, there are a dozen or so.
Amy's slender white palms gently waved over the black long worms, and finally she put her fingers in front of one of the long worms, letting its sharp mouthparts bite her finger to suck the blood.
This made her look very painful. She knelt in the snow, shaking slightly.
Finally, the long worm seemed to be full and opened its mouth, revealing densely packed sharp teeth.
Amy touched its head tenderly, "Go back, you are pregnant, go back and give birth to the baby."
Then she took out a sharpened stone chip from her pocket, stabbed the other long black insects to death one by one, and picked out their venom glands neatly.
"You try to cook them, they are edible."
As she spoke, she put her green-white fingers covered with teeth marks into her mouth and held them in her mouth.
"Oh, Amy, you are such a good child." The old witch who just prayed for Amy looked moved. She took Amy's arm, put her injured finger into his palm, and covered it with her other hand.
From above, he looked at her with a smile.
After a while, she let go of her covered palms.
Amy moved her fingers in surprise. There were no wounds on them, "Thank you."
"You are such a kind child. It's only us who say thank you to you." The old witch said with emotion.
Amy pursed her lips, looked at these people, and then looked at Adams on the ice, holding a wand in both hands, kneeling in the snow and chanting.
"I'll go talk to him."
It was not easy to climb up such a high ice layer. Without a wand, Amy looked helplessly at the vertical ice wall, which was a full 3 meters high and looked like a huge round platform.
In other words, this is an altar made by Adams using transfiguration.
At this moment, a middle-aged and burly wizard walked over from the crowd. He first raised his hands high and clasped his palms together, twisting his body like a fish.
Then, he fell face to face, and his burly bodies hit the snow one after another, causing a pile of snowflakes to explode.
The wizard inserted his hands into the ground, turned them over so that the palms were facing up, then arched his back, bent his legs to the ground, and then continued to rock his body.
Suddenly, Amy looked down in surprise and saw a huge hand made of ice and snow under her feet, holding her up.
She swayed and stood up quickly, feeling an unstable bump as she floated upwards.
Finally, the palm of the snowflake was level with the altar of ice and snow. Amy looked down at the wizard who was still writhing in the snow, thanked her silently, and walked towards Adams who was on the bulge on the edge of the altar.
"Adams, you, ya!"
Amy looked at Adams' raised face in shock. One cheek seemed to be covered with short black hairs, and the other side was covered with short white hairs. It looked extremely weird.
Especially Adams's eyes, the white hair side almost protrudes, the pupils become very large, orange with a hint of paleness, gentleness with a hint of joy. The black hair side has green vertical pupils.
, full of fierce glances.
"If you are not pious enough, you are completely ungodly." Adams' face was distorted and his teeth looked sharp. "I can understand that you are not pious enough. After all, you don't have to experience miracles like me."
"And I am not pious enough. I cannot forgive this."
"My king cannot forgive, he is taking back his power, I feel it..."
"But my king is so compassionate. He gave me a chance. He still left me with such powerful magic power. The king is testing me!"
"Testing you?" Amy looked at Adams' face and took a step back with some fear.
"Yes, although I don't know what the king is testing me for, I can't guess what the king is thinking."
"But I, the most loyal believer, will definitely be able to see my king again, as long as I offer these thirteen sacrifices."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Adams lowered his head sadly, with messy hair covering his cheeks, "Last time, I already gave up my soul, my body, everything about me
They are all enshrined, and I can’t use any of my things as materials for ritual magic this time.”
"so……"
He raised his eyelids, his sharp eyes shot out of his hair, and looked at Amy coldly.
"You came just in time!"
He raised the wand with the white bone frog head in his hand and pointed at Amy, "I think you are just right."
Amy was controlled to float up and screamed in horror, "You madman, what are you going to do, no, don't, oh~"
Blood with a dark purple sheen flowed from her forehead, and the wand gently pressed against her forehead. She gasped, feeling as if the wand was going to pierce directly into her skull.
"I'm not a madman." Adams' expression calmed down and he stared at Amy's face, "I am a believer in the king."
Amy looked at him angrily, "No, Weasley is a young man with pure eyes. He will not let you do such a thing. When he captured us, except for a few who planned to use the Unforgivable Curse,
Others who hurt him did not fight back. I have read his story, and he only did research to cure werewolves."
Adams' eyes narrowed slightly, "It seems that you think I am a hypocrite and you are the true believer?"
"Then let the king decide."
As he spoke, infinite magic power rushed into Amy's head along the wand, and strange rune patterns spread out from Amy's body and were directed towards the thirteen huge icicles.
Roar~
The big white bear with antlers on the icicles roared angrily, and everyone was connected together by ritual magic.
At this moment, everyone saw Anton.
In the endless void, Anton looked at Adams angrily, waving the wand in his hand gently, "You psycho!"
"Ah~~~~"
Adams weakly let go of the wand in his hand and fell into the snow.
Amy seized the opportunity and grabbed the blood-stained wand that was about to fall, "Avada Kedavra!"
The green cursed light lit up and hit Adams instantly.
"Ah~~~~"
Adams let out a shrill roar again, his eyes instantly lost all luster, and the magic power in his body spurted out to the surroundings again along this ritual magic.
Amy only felt that endless magic power surged into her body, and rushed towards the antlered white bear on the thirteen icicles along the runes spreading from her body.
"You have no idea how much I envy people like King Weasley who can help so many people and change the world." Amy kicked Adams away as if to vent her anger.
Bang~
Snowflakes exploded.
As if being hit by a large truck traveling at high speed, Adams flew high into the sky, followed a parabola, fell down, and rolled down in front of the dark wizard below.
Amy looked at her feet blankly, and said, still driven by the thoughts just now, "...I also want to be a good person praised by everyone, but I don't have the chance...I...I...Oh my God!
"
She stared blankly at the dark wizards below cheering towards her, at the roar of the antlered white bear on the icicle, swallowed her saliva, and then raised her head to look at King Weasley in the void.
But King Weasley waved his wand to cut off all connections, and the ritual magic dissipated in an instant.
And those endless magic powers are like a quiet lake, slowly flowing out a small stream, quietly nourishing itself.
Amy raised her hand blankly and looked at the scars on the back of her hand. At this moment, they had all disappeared, and they were as white and delicate as a newborn baby.
"Anthony Weasley..."
She really, she cried.
As she cried, her face became resolute, and with strong steps, she walked to the big ice bulge where Adams just knelt down and looked down at these dark wizards, "I will take you back!"
As she said that, she looked back at the big white bears with antlers, "And you!"
No matter how difficult it is.
Yes, it was so difficult to return to the civilized world from the extremely harsh conditions of the Arctic, after she killed Adams, the only one who had mastered the art of transformation.