Luofu squatted on the ground, looking at the man who had been shot seven times.
He had just come to find Margaery, but he didn't expect to see this scene as soon as he entered the room.
Luo Fe thought this guy had escaped, and was a little regretful. Unexpectedly, he was encountered by Margaery and killed.
All I can say is that it is very satisfying.
But isn't this way of death too insulting for a wizard... especially a dark wizard?
Let’s not talk about dying from “Avatar’s Big Melon”. Even if you die from magic like “Expelliarmus”, it is not magic after all.
The wizard was shot... I couldn't stand it anymore.
Is this the new era of witch hunters? Burning with fire is already an outdated method of death in the Middle Ages. Now we have to keep pace with the times. Shooting and cannon execution are popular?
Okay, let's just shoot... These two dark wizards first poisoned and then attacked the tribe, killing many of Dana's tribesmen. They died in the same way as Kennedy, which was an advantage for them.
In fact, neither Rolf nor Margaery had much psychological burden on killing the dark wizard.
Luofu has traveled through time and has a mature psychology. He has long known that when facing this kind of dark wizard, either you will die or they will die... It's a very straightforward matter.
Margaery is even more common than Roff. Her father is the head of the Auror Office and has offended many dark wizards and purgers.
Their family had been attacked before, and Margery, who was still young at the time, had witnessed death.
Therefore, Luofu squatted beside the corpse, thought for a while, and finally said in a rather regretful tone:
"This guy actually shot himself... the Muggle way."
"..."
Margaery looked at Luo Fu with a surprised look on her face and cursed in her heart, feeling that Luo Fu could tell lies with open eyes compared to her sister.
Since Rove said suicide, it must be suicide. Margaery thought for a while and asked: "Where are those Indians?"
"We are gathering the dead." Luof sighed. Compared with these two dark wizards, they are the real innocents.
The boy told Margaery everything that happened in the square, including the strange Quetzalcoatl egg.
Margaery took the egg from Rolf's hand and observed it curiously, but no matter how she looked at it, it was a fossil.
"How do you feel?" Rove asked, "Did you feel the beating of your heart?"
"No." Margery shook her head and said, "I just feel as hard as a rock."
"It seems that it needs the magic of those Indians to awaken it." Luo Fe said softly.
Margaery raised the Quetzalcoatl egg and asked curiously: "What are you going to do with it?"
"Of course I'll give it back to Dana and the others." Luo Fu said calmly.
Of course he wanted to take it back and study it, but this was a sacred object that the Indians had worshiped for centuries.
Isn't it nonsense to ask people to donate "voluntarily" and then be rewarded with five hundred galleons and a banner?
If Luo Fe was taken away by force, what would be the difference between him and the guy lying on the ground who "committed suicide".
Rove considers himself an "honest person" with a high moral bottom line, and of course he disdains doing things that involve cleverness and robbery.
Besides, awakening the egg required the magic of the Indians, and since he didn't even speak their language, there was no use taking it away.
Even if he learned the language, if he wanted to gain that powerful power again, he would need to sacrifice his life. Who would he sacrifice?
After Margaery listened to Luo Fei's reasons, she nodded slightly, but she still reminded:
"It might not be a good thing for them to really stay. Since they are taken into consideration, someone might come to rob them again in the future."
"I will remind Dana and ask them to pay more attention." Luo Fu said softly:
"But no matter how they deal with it, it is their own choice, and we can only respect it."
The two stopped talking about it and began to count the creeper's belongings, which was an extra bonus tonight.
There was a lot of gold, which was divided in half by Luo Fu and Margaery, as well as the animal skins, which were all made by creepers to use the magic of skinwalker to transform.
But most of them were too big for Rove, so he couldn't use many of them.
After finishing everything, they left the room and walked towards the pyramid.
At this time, a raging fire ignited again in the Pyramid Square, and the firewood crackled and spit out sparks into the night sky.
Beside the bonfire, the bodies of the deceased were piled up. After being re-bathed by the tribesmen, they were dressed in the same clothes as when they were alive and sprinkled with sesame oil.
The Indians raised torches and lit the dead tribesmen on fire. The smoke gradually rose, and the chanting sounded again, this time it was a funeral dirge.
The chanting gradually became quieter, followed by complete silence,
Luo Fu and Marge were sitting on the steps not far away, watching the funeral quietly.
When light appeared on the horizon, the funeral ended and a new leader was elected.
The new patriarch is the tall and thin wizard. He did not die after being thrown out by the Thunderbird. His bravery also won the love of everyone.
Now that things are over, Luo Fu and Margaery are ready to say goodbye and leave.
Dana came to see them off, and she also brought a large bag of herbs.
"Rolf, I will write the secret recipe of the potion on the parchment."
"Thank you, Dana." Rolf thanked: "If you have any questions, just write to this place. My grandfather is a magical zoologist. He can help you solve many problems."
"I will keep it in mind." Dana felt her face was wet and cool. She wiped her tears and hugged the two of them one by one.
After saying goodbye, Rolf and Margery walked to the jeep. Next to the car, the Thunderbird was still tied.
This thunderbird was very obedient. Even though the chain around its neck had been removed by Luo Fu and it was not tied to the ground... it still did not run away.
Obviously, this thunderbird has been domesticated since he was a child and has developed a strong obedience.
There are also very serious injuries on its body. In addition to the injuries sustained during the battle last night, most of them are injuries accumulated in daily life.
There are old scars all over its back and broad wings. The pale scars are very conspicuous against the beautiful feathers.
Therefore, it would be very troublesome for Rolf to treat this thunderbird. It was not only physically injured, but also psychologically tortured.
These days, a qualified veterinarian must also provide psychological guidance. It can only be said that this industry... is seriously involved!
Now that they have the Thunderbird, neither Rolf nor Margaery plan to take the jeep anymore, but ride it home directly, which will be faster.
They climbed on the Thunderbird's back, and it spread its wings, bringing up sand and dust, which blurred Dana's eyes, but through the piercing tears, she still saw the beast flying out of the tribe.
The thunderbirds flew westward, over rolling sand dunes and the Gobi Desert, over the Grand Canyon and the Kaibab Plateau.
They finally arrived at a wizarding village shrouded in dark clouds all year round.
The ptarmigan finally landed in front of a house on the edge of the village.
Margaery jumped off the Thunderbird, walked to the door, and knocked hard. The door was quickly opened, and a witch with gray hair and purple flowers came out.
"Grandma!" Margery hugged the old man, rubbed her head in the witch's arms, and said coquettishly: "Did you miss me?"
"Margaery!" Tina laughed, reaching out and patting the girl on the head, giving her a soft, wrinkled smile.
A fat cat nugget smelled the scent. It came out of the house and threw itself into Luofu's arms.
Luofu was almost knocked down. He touched the fat cat nives and said with a smile:
"Moeller, long time no see. Why are you so fat?"
The cat was so gentle just now, but now it arched its back and hissed at the boy, then raised its paw and hit him hard on the head.
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