The previously murderous Goblin, seeing Howl chanting incomprehensible incantations and his own forces already scattered, was furious.
He raised his wand and aimed it at Howl.
"Avad—"
Clang!!
Bloodstains suddenly appeared on his raised arm.
The Goblin's face instantly turned pale, and he watched helplessly as large chunks of flesh were carved from his entire arm in an instant.
"This is—wind?!"
His thoughts immediately fell into disarray.
Looking at the figure with hair wildly dancing in the storm, he could no longer feel the arrogance and anger he had before.
All that remained was fear.
Run, quickly run!
However, he was already a step too late compared to his companions, not to mention the dark, oppressive thunderclouds that seemed ready to engulf the sky.
Where else could he run?
Besides, in addition to the wind, there was also rain!
With the first drop of rain, these Goblins once again felt what it was like to be in excruciating pain.
These were not light, gentle raindrops.
Instead, they were sharp arrows shooting straight down from the sky, causing layers of bloody mist to splash up from their bodies.
"Protego—"
"Impedimenta—"
Countless spell incantations came from the mouths of these Goblins, but no matter what kind of spell, under the force of this violent wind and rain, it could only hold out for a moment.
Howl looked at these Goblins, beginning to evaluate this spell in his mind.
This magic integrated Thales' storm spell, and he combined it with the advanced weather spells of this world and his own understanding.
Now it seemed, the power was quite good, and the range was wide enough.
Although he had tried his best to combine the anchoring spell to ensure the wind and rain would only attack animals, preventing damage to large amounts of vegetation and inanimate objects, he still couldn't make these winds and rains distinguish between friend and foe.
Currently, it seemed some Goblins were already trying to use tree bark to cover their heads, hoping to make the spell misjudge and reduce the damage from the rain.
Howl's lips curved slightly upward.
He didn't expect these guys to react so quickly.
There were even signs that they were about to escape the spell's range.
His gaze fell on a Goblin in the distance, the same one who had first kicked open the door, seemingly the leader of this group.
He was also the fastest to slip away.
At this moment, he was holding a piece of tree bark, transforming into a black mist, and fleeing into the distance.
However, Howl was still very curious about the reason they couldn't apparate.
Just as he was thinking, he shot out like an arrow, following behind that fellow.
But unexpectedly, a silver light suddenly flashed in the direction the Goblin was fleeing.
Accompanied by a shrill wail, Howl saw the Goblin fall straight down.
From afar, a mighty roar also echoed!
Howl raised his hand slightly, slowly turning it towards the sky.
[Clouds Disperse]
The rain and wind gradually disappeared, accompanied by snowflakes, just as before.
Gradually, Howl also clearly saw the approaching figures.
The first thing that came into view was a dragon's head with sharp teeth and ferocious bone spurs.
Then, appearing on the dragon's back, were warriors with bulging muscles, huge brown braided beards, and faces painted with patterns made from bluestone dye.
Howl's heart skipped a beat, a little surprised.
In this world, there was only one type of people with this kind of attire.
A people known worldwide for their combat prowess, who relied on burning, killing, and plundering.
Viking!
He hadn't expected that in this era, where Vikings had been assimilated by the Germanic peoples, the Wizarding World would still have Viking tribes that preserved their traditions so well.
There were about a dozen incoming Vikings, each mounted on a dragon.
Howl even spotted a child among the group, wearing a horned helmet, dressed in a fur coat reinforced with runes, and wielding a single-bladed axe, participating in the encirclement and slaughter of the Goblins.
And the leader flew directly towards Howl.
Howl waved his hand over his face, then gathered his golden hair, waiting for the newcomer.
The leader was well-built, bare-chested, wearing only a bear skin, with his hair braided back, and his beard likewise.
The flickering silver light Howl had seen earlier came from the throwing axe in his hand.
"Did you kill these Goblins?" he asked.
Howl nodded: "Are you the Vikings these Goblins said were chasing them?"
The man nodded: "That's right, we are from Lorland.
These Goblins killed our dragons and stole the dragon eggs we were raising, so we chased them all the way here."
Howl nodded, a little surprised: "Does the International Confederation of Wizards allow you to raise dragons?"
The man nodded: "Some Viking tribes have a custom of raising dragons, so they have special permission from the International Confederation of Wizards."
After explaining, he looked back at Howl and said:
"My name is Evan Maxson, thank you for your help."
Howl waved his hand: "They just came looking for trouble themselves, it was just a coincidence."
As they spoke, both suddenly noticed something below.
The child Howl had noticed earlier arrived at the Castle and happened to meet Harry.
"Are you a Wizard?" The child's axe was stained with Goblin blood, and a Goblin's head was tied to his waist.
It was the head of the Goblin who had repeatedly attacked Howl earlier.
At the same time, he also held the wand of that Goblin.
He had just been trying to wave the wand here when he noticed Harry.
"Evidently, I am a Wizard." Harry nodded.
This was the first time he had witnessed such a bloody scene of slaughter.
While surprised, he felt no fear.
Goblins, especially illegal Goblin groups wanting to restore their nation, their deaths did not move Harry's heart.
They were enemies to begin with.
The boy sized up Harry, then frowned, and the young dragon behind him also glared at Harry.
Then, he raised his axe and pointed it at Harry: "Let's fight!"
"Klee!!" Evan's angry roar suddenly rang out from the sky: "Don't be rude!"
With that, Howl and Evan descended simultaneously.
"It seems this child is a warmonger," Howl said with a smile.
Evan's face showed some embarrassment.
He put an arm around the child called Klee: "Please excuse him, this is my son.
Klee, this is Mr. Mu En Jones."
Klee's face showed stubbornness: "I didn't mean anything else, I just wanted to see how strong Wizards are!"
Evan slapped him on the head: "Today is Christmas Eve, behave yourself, don't make me hit you in front of outsiders!"
After speaking, he looked up at Howl again: "I apologize, this child… is not a spellcaster, so he's a bit competitive with Wizards."
Howl glanced at the stubborn boy opposite him, a little surprised.
It seemed Vikings had something going for them.
Could non-spellcasters achieve such combat power?!
Then, he glanced at Harry again, and suddenly thought…
"If you want to fight, I think that's fine too!"
After speaking, he looked at Harry: "After practicing for so long, I'm quite curious about your current level!"
Harry also smiled, a little nervous, yet eagerly nodded: "Of course."
With that, he reached his right hand into the golden silk pouch at his waist.
The clang of metal appeared.
Clang—
A blue steel longsword was drawn out by him, and Harry held the sword with both hands.
The ring on his finger shimmered slightly.
The next moment, raging flames ignited from the sword's blade.