"Stalling for time?" Otis scoffed inwardly. *Are these Silver Spears really treating us as cannon fodder?* He couldn't help but curse angrily, "So you're using our lives to buy this so-called time? Well, now that the time has been bought, where's the support you talked about? Where are the people?"
After being reprimanded by Otis, Fwooper's expression turned incredibly dark. She had also hoped that Thunderbird's support would help them turn the tide of the battle, but the situation was now the exact opposite. Their wizards had already suffered heavy losses, with many fatalities, yet there was no sign of Thunderbird. *Could it be? Was it really such a coincidence that today was Thunderbird's molting period?* Fwooper couldn't help but think darkly.
"What are you so anxious about?" Just as Fwooper was agonizing, Jobberknoll interjected from the side, "It's your duty to guard our goods. Haven't we paid you? And now is not the time to shirk responsibility. Solving the current situation is the most urgent matter, isn't it?"
"Solve it?" Otis sneered when he heard this. "Tell me how to solve the current situation? Are you counting on these remnants? We did take your money, but that doesn't mean my people will die for nothing with you. Anyway, I'm telling you now, if your so-called support doesn't arrive soon, we're out!"
After throwing out his harsh words, Otis turned around and left without hesitation. He was now furious. After all, for him, the loss of four elite Death Eaters was truly unacceptable. Although these Death Eaters were in exile, they still longed to counterattack Britain and welcome back the Dark Lord. Yet, they were losing their lives in this godforsaken place. How could Otis accept that?
And just as Fwooper and Otis were having an internal conflict, the Pure Land Society was about to finish up the cleanup on the main battlefield.
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Petrificus Totalus!"
"Reducto!"
At this moment, Seth displayed an unparalleled domineering posture, continuously waving his wand, using dense and violent spells to beat the last wizard attempting a counterattack to death, not even sparing the corpse. He petrified it and then blasted it into dust. Seth, emerging slowly from the dust of the corpse once again, looked like a ghost or god, his entire face revealing a strong murderous aura.
"Knut, how are the family members? Are the losses severe?" Seth's mood at this time could be described as both angry and pained. What angered Seth was that he didn't expect these scoundrels to have the audacity to launch a counter-charge against them, and many of them actually rushed close, even penetrating deep into their rear. What pained him was the damage to his companions. It should be known that those who came with Seth were all members of the Jacobsen family, his closest relatives. Nordic wizards have a very strong sense of family, and regardless of the closeness of blood ties, they are very intimate, which has fostered this extremely partial culture. But now, after being charged by those wizards, his family members inevitably suffered some losses, which made it impossible for him to remain calm.
"Principal, three of our family members have died on the spot, and another four are severely injured and may not be able to continue the next battle. The rest have more or less minor injuries." Knut was the wizard who served as the librarian at Durmstrang Institute, so he habitually referred to Seth as "Principal." At the same time, although Knut's position at the school was not high, he had served as Seth's assistant for many years, and Seth would always ask him first if there was anything.
"What? Such heavy losses? Wasn't their main force stopped by me head-on? How could there be so many casualties, and three dead!" Seth's expression was both shocked and angry. In the previous counterattack by the club wizards, he had taken the lead and withstood most of the pressure. Logically, there shouldn't have been so many casualties.
"Alas, some of the wizards who rushed over were very mad. Later, some of us recognized them as exiled Death Eaters and werewolves. Their spellcasting level is not low, and a sudden attack still caused a few people to be accidentally injured. One of the seriously injured is suspected of being bitten by a dying werewolf, and we don't know if he contracted lycanthropy from it." Knut sighed and continued, "Also, one wizard took advantage of our inattention and quietly circled to our rear, causing us a lot of trouble and attracting a lot of firepower, including me. If Professor Karkaroff hadn't pushed me away at the critical moment, I'm afraid I would have been hit by that person's Killing Curse!" After speaking, Knut still looked at Karkaroff, who was not far away, with a grateful look, still feeling lingering fear.
"Death Eaters? Werewolves?" Seth muttered these two names with a distorted face, wishing he could bite them to pieces on the spot. "These bastards are operating on our territory, and they dare to help outsiders oppose us. It seems they are also a bunch of scoundrels. After we go back, issue a public announcement in the family and the Pure Land Society, listing these two groups on the wanted list. I want them to know the consequences of provoking the Jacobsen family!"
After giving this order, Seth looked at Karkaroff next to him with a gentle expression, "Karkaroff, you are indeed the person I value. You have not betrayed my trust. Don't worry, from today on, you are a benefactor and eternal friend of the Jacobsen family!" After speaking, he even deliberately turned his head and whispered to Knut, "Karkaroff is a talented person. After we go back, see if there are any other suitable witches or squibs in the family, and let him become even closer to us!"
"I understand what you mean." Knut nodded knowingly when he heard this. He himself became the son-in-law of the Jacobsen family because of his flexible approach to life and efficient work. Seth was clearly preparing to use the same method to win over Karkaroff.
After explaining all this, Seth continued, "Knut, you and Karkaroff, please work hard and help look after the severely injured family members and the bodies. As for the others…" Seth looked at the distant Silver Spears camp with a grim expression, "They will follow me into battle! We were caught off guard by these bastards earlier. Now is the time for revenge and to settle grudges. Let them know what the glory of our Jacobsen family is! I want these scoundrels to die without a burial place!"
The other Jacobsen family members gathered around Seth had long been seething with anger. For so many years in Norway, they had always been the ones who bullied others, and no one dared to bully them. Now, someone dared to show off in front of them, as if they didn't exist!
"Kill them all!"
"I want them to taste the Crucio!"
"Blood for blood!"
All the Pure Land Society wizards roared at this moment, then launched a counter-charge toward the camp in front of them. Seth, acting as the arrowhead of the charge, rushed forward while frantically waving his wand, unleashing one powerful curse after another into the enemy's ranks.
"Quick! The enemy is charging! Quickly organize a counterattack! Don't let them get close, or no one will escape!" Jobberknoll, seeing the opponent's actions clearly, quickly shouted to the surrounding wizards, then was the first to cast spells.
However, the many wizards responsible for defense were not in their best state after the previous battle. Most of them had suffered more or less injuries, not to mention that they had originally set up camp here due to long journeys, not adapting to the Nordic climate, and being overly exhausted. Therefore, although they knew the situation was urgent, the attack they could organize was very limited. With their injured bodies and already poor condition, the spells they cast were either weak or terribly inaccurate, unable to even slow down the opponent.
Many wizards were already slumped behind the makeshift cover, and some others had already started to think about retreating, immediately wanting to Apparate away.
"What's going on? Why can't I Apparate?" One of the North American collaborators, after trying it out in fear, immediately discovered that his Apparition was ineffective. At this moment, he couldn't help but shout in panic!
*Unable to use Apparition?*
Suddenly hearing this news, the wizards present felt a bolt from the blue. This caused them to lose all will to resist in an instant, leaving only a blank in their minds.
"I didn't expect the Pure Land Society people to be so ruthless. They even cast an anti-Apparition charm on this area. What should we do now, Otis?" Alecto, after trying it herself and finding that she really couldn't Apparate, looked at Otis next to her in despair.
"What else can we do? We can only fight them. Running now will only lead to a quicker death!" Otis's face was extremely grim. He didn't expect the other side to even block their retreat. They were determined to wipe them out.
And Jobberknoll, who was still struggling to resist, also felt a chill in his heart. He didn't have a Portkey that only leaders could carry. *Was he going to die here too?* Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered that Fwooper behind him was a leader. She should have a Portkey, right? He immediately looked at her.
At this moment, Fwooper looked at the situation in front of her with a pale face. She indeed had a Portkey, but did she really have to abandon the goods behind her?
"Haha, you've run out of tricks, haven't you? All of you, obediently accept your deaths!" Seth had already led the wizards dozens of meters away, and he also clearly saw the terrified expressions of the club wizards. Then, Seth actually slowed down his charge, and instead, he repeated his trick, bringing his wand to his side again, and then fiercely poked it toward Fwooper's direction.
"Turn to dust for me, Impact Thunderbolt Explosion!"