I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 47 The Dancer of the Cold Valley
In his previous life, as the group leader of the Black Soul group, Louis often tricked the newcomers, such as recommending the newcomers to kill the old lady first after entering the high wall.

Seeing the newcomers wailing helplessly in front of the dancer, and when the screenshots were frenziedly dissing him in the group to entrap the newcomers, Louis could always smile viciously and carefreely.

After all, watching people suffer is part of the joy.

"You will suffer retribution!!!!" Newcomers always say that, but Louis has never believed in fate. Who believes in retribution these days?
But now, looking at the dancer in front of him who was earning money, Louis' eyes were moist.

Perhaps, this is retribution.

He swallowed hard, this matter must not be good today.

In his sight, the dancer struggled hard in the black mist, broke free from the inexplicable restraint, and then landed gracefully and lightly on the ground.

Like the warrior knights sent by Pope Sullivan, the dancer's body is almost beastly.Her body proportions are very out of balance, her slender body is bent, her arms and legs are too long.The face armor on her head completely covered her face. It should be said that this is a good thing. Her face must have been severely damaged after being turned into a beast. This can be regarded as retaining the last trace of dignity.

In her left hand, the dancer holds a flaming curved sword, which is about as long as her arm.The sunlight pouring down from the dome shone on her sword, and the cold light shone brightly, making people feel chills involuntarily.

A piece of advice unique to Ashes appeared in his mind for no reason.

There is a tun in the front, so it's time for the tongue.

Louis shook his head, getting the untimely sexual remonstrance out of his head, and kept his eye on the dancer in case she attacked suddenly.

The dancer's steps are light and elegant. She is not like other people who have a particularly high desire to attack. Since she emerged from the black mist on the dome, she has been pacing around the church, as if enjoying the long-lost, Freedom without bondage.

In the whole church, there was a deathly silence, only the clear "step, step, step" sound of the dancer's pacing could be heard.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from outside the church, and at the same time, the dancer's figure also moved, and the curved sword was raised high, and with slender legs, she slashed at Louis!
Louis didn't dare to be careless, and quickly chanted a spell to protect himself.

"Protego! (Armor Protection)"

There was a huge force coming from the wand, which made his arm ache. This was the first time he felt a little overwhelmed.

He knew very well that he could only receive this kind of attack twice at most, if there were more, the armor protection would be broken.

*You have gained 2000 points of proficiency in armor protection.

He hurriedly rolled away like a lazy donkey, and the wind behind him was like a knife, making his back feel cold.

With a bang, the dancer's curved sword struck the ground, making a muffled sound.

Really worthy of being called the dancer of Leng Lie Valley, she turned around in an incredible arc, stretched out her right hand without a sword, trying to catch Louis.

Louis rolled the lazy donkey again and escaped from the claws.

It can only be said that although evasion is shameful, it is indeed quite useful.

If this is caught, the next move must be to be pierced by a curved sword. Don't ask, if you ask, you have been caught dozens of times in the game.

"Sectumsempra! (Shenfengwuying)!"

The sharp magic spell shone with a faint light, and chopped at the dancer's head.

*You have obtained 1000 points of proficiency in Shadowless God.

This is the real world, and there is no blood bar like in the game. Louis has no way of knowing what kind of damage his spell has caused to the dancer.

The dancer was hit by Louis, and the face helmet on her head was scratched with a small cut.She seemed to be in pain, and the curved sword swiped across, but Louis dodged quickly, and her curved sword slashed on the pillar, breaking the stone pillar with a bang.

Louis looked at the broken pillar for a while and was afraid. If the sword fell on him, he would be ready to reopen.

Without hesitation, he turned his head and continued to run. Sure enough, the dancer immediately received a roundabout slash after sweeping.

Louis decided not to hold back his hands, opened the distance, and greeted the dancer with seven or eight spells in succession, without any sympathy for her.

Under the spell, the dancer fell to the chair where Louis was standing.

Louis was running, the dancer was chasing after him, one fast knife, one slow knife, and seven swords were shot at him in a row, each sword was as ghostly as a maggot on the tarsus bone, passing by Louis close to each other dangerously, letting him release every bit There is no space for the curse, and the sense of oppression is extremely strong.

He had never been more eager to learn to Apparate than he was now.

What kind of magician is it if you don't flash, you bastard!

His robe was also torn, so he simply took it off and threw it aside, since it was very obstructive anyway.While he was running and taking off his clothes, the dancer half-kneeled on the ground, twisted lightly with her right hand, pulled out a ball of orange-red flame from the ground, and pinched it hard.

The air wave generated by the explosion knocked Louis somersault, the dancer took advantage of the situation to follow up, stabbed down hard with the curved sword, Louis struggled back, the sword pierced the ground between his legs with the wind.

He was covered in cold sweat, a carp turned upright from the ground and ran without looking back, stretched his hands behind him and frantically threw Shenfeng Wuying at the dancer without even looking.

Damn, it's only ten centimeters, just ten centimeters!Senior sister is about to become a widow...

Do you know how much a stab can hurt an 11-year-old?

The dancer stopped chasing Louis, but knelt on the ground again, with black mist rising around her body, swallowing the spell that was shot at her.The dancer pressed her right hand to the ground, and slowly pulled out a straight sword that was almost exactly the same as before from the black mist!

The veil behind her head fluttered like a ghost, her arms were raised up, and her weird limbs turned into a twisted arc.

The woman who was once soft and graceful danced the lightest dance steps in the world. Her body was constantly turning around, and the two straight swords were danced like windmills by her. She gracefully sent the invitation letter of the hell ball to Louis. .

Louis really used all his strength. He believed that even Bolt would not be able to run faster than his current self.

After all, behind Bolt, there is not a girl wielding double swords and holding a grudge.

The sword wind brought by the dancer smashed all the tables, chairs and pillars in her path, and Louis had no choice but to escape for his life.

At this time, his legs were also like lead, and he began to lose his control, and a rough feeling with a rusty taste slowly rose in his throat.

After all, people are different from Ashes in the game, there is no green bar...

Without adequate rest, physical strength cannot be replenished.

The dancer also seemed to be dizzy. She lowered her head and her movements froze.Louis took advantage of this opportunity, and a few sharp fronts slashed at her face-covering helmet again, cutting off the blossoming veil.

In the blink of an eye, the dancer who was hit raised her head suddenly, jumped high at a twisted angle, and the curved sword went straight to Louis' throat!
At this time, Louis could not avoid it, the dancer's movements were so swift that he had no room to dodge while leaning on the only remaining pillar.

He could only look at the dancer's two swift swords, piercing his throat with a shining cold light.

In the eyes of the dancer, the pocket Ashes in front of her seemed to have exhausted all means, and her two curved swords had completely sealed off all his escape routes.

A trace of inexplicable regret flashed in her cold heart, which had already been sealed by the Pope.

What a pity...

(End of this chapter)