At the same time on the snowy plains, Richard and Sam, one big and one small, were lying and sitting on a dog-pulled sled, being pulled rapidly across the snow by three giant wolves.
And around them, there was a very strange small tornado made of wind and snow swirling constantly.
It was like it had a life of its own, firmly protecting the entire sled within the eye of the storm, shielding Richard from the cold wind, and from time to time releasing faint blue energy.
These energies, once they merged into the snow, after a short while would cause ice-and-snow creatures shaped like lizards but with wings on their backs to emerge.
Some of the energy would even directly reshape the terrain, creating ice caves and other obstacles difficult for humans to pass.
And looking at the actions of the snow tornado, Richard felt a bit distressed.
Because he knew that those faint blue energies came at the cost of the snow tornado's own energy.
Although the snow tornado's power was very strong, it must be exhausted after laying down so many traps and obstacles along the way.
"Alright, dear, that's enough. There's no need anymore."
After nearly an hour had passed, Richard, who really couldn't bear it anymore, finally clenched his teeth and voiced his advice.
In his opinion, the traps and obstacles had already been laid down sufficiently.
After all, while the snow beasts and terrain barriers might not be too hard for Kettleburn, a former Hogwarts professor, to handle, with this many of them, it still wouldn't be something that could be dealt with in a short time.
Besides, the other side might not have even woken up yet.
The cold wave he left behind in the tower did have some hypnotic effects.
What really made Richard feel troubled was that the snow tornado had a stubborn temper. Even though Richard was doing it out of good intentions, getting it to stop might still take some effort.
However, to Richard's surprise, just as he finished speaking, the snow tornado actually stopped creating obstacles.
Not only that, it gradually solidified, and eventually took the form of a beautiful girl with white skin, white hair, and wearing a deep blue formal gown.
The girl raised her hand, commanded the wind and snow to stop the sled, then gently landed beside Richard and said, "Mm, indeed, there's no need anymore."
Her voice was clear and icy cold.
Even if Richard were any dumber, he would know that something had happened.
Sure enough, when he instinctively looked in the direction the girl was facing, he saw Link walking over through the snowstorm.
His movements were elegant and full of grace, as if he wasn't standing on a cold, piercing battlefield, but rather strolling through a lush green estate.
At the same time, Professor Kettleburn broke through the snowstorm from behind, his face full of rage, shouting, "Richard, you've really disappointed me.
In order to escape your crimes, not only did you flee in fear, you also riled up those Muggles to throw their lives away to slow us down! You've become a complete dark wizard!"
This time, Professor Kettleburn was truly furious.
If Richard's previous offenses, violating the Statute of Secrecy, illegally breeding magical creatures, even attacking them, could still somehow be downplayed…
Then instigating Muggles like this, a true act of a dark wizard, had crossed Professor Kettleburn's bottom line.
Hearing this, Richard's face instantly turned pale, and he said in disbelief, "That's impossible… I already clearly told them to run! They..."
Richard's words stuck halfway in his throat.
Because he had realized. The people of the Land of Miracles had not followed his orders, but instead chose to stay and buy time for him.
This was indeed something they would do, they were just such a kind and pure group of people.
And their fate… was already obvious.
After all, pure-blood wizard aristocrats often viewed Muggles as nothing more than ants.
Not to mention, those were Muggles who had actively helped a dark wizard like him.
"P-Professor Kettleburn… You're joking with me, right?
Those villagers… they… they should be fine, right?"
Richard forced a stiff smile and asked.
But the only answer he got was endless silence.
And that made Richard's last bit of hope shatter.
"Hoo~"
The white-haired girl let out a long breath, stepped in front of Richard, and said, "Words are meaningless.
Sam, let's go."
"Yes, Divine One!"
At her response, Sam jumped off the sled.
Then, in front of everyone's eyes, Sam began to transform.
Her body expanded continuously, and her tight maid outfit burst apart in an instant.
But what emerged wasn't the beautiful scenery people might expect, it was savage muscles and smooth fur.
In just a moment, Sam had transformed from a gentle maid into a silver-white werewolf, over three meters tall, with sharp teeth and claws.
"A werewolf?" Link instinctively looked toward the sky and said, "And one that can transform at will even without the full moon, and retain self-awareness?
Richard, you've really hidden yourself well!"
Hearing this, Richard, who had fallen into a daze, moved his lips as if trying to explain something.
But before he could speak, Sam, now fully transformed, and the gown-wearing girl beside her, had already taken action.
Among them, Sam's target was Professor Kettleburn, which was easy to understand.
Compared to the physically sound Link, the crippled and aging Kettleburn seemed much easier to bully.
And that was indeed the case.
His old and incomplete body made his fighting ability far below what it used to be. In truth, he might not even be a match for Link, who had mastered Lv.6 Swordless Slash.
But even so, he was still a former professor at Hogwarts.
Facing Sam's fierce attack, Kettleburn didn't retreat even half a step.
He waved his wand with his right hand, casting several spells one after another.
The angles of these spells were extremely precise, practically blocking all of Sam's movement options.
But Sam, relying on an inhumanly twisted movement, dodged all the originally lethal attacks, and used the opportunity to close in on Kettleburn.
Her sharp claws, slicing through the wind, howled toward Kettleburn, and at the same time, a grin spread across Sam's face.
She had absolute confidence in her claws, with this strike, this old man would be severely wounded if not dead.
But in the next instant, Kettleburn's left hand, his alchemy prosthetic, suddenly punched Sam's face at even faster speed.
Blood, mixed with canine teeth, flew through the air.
Under the force of that huge blow, Sam was smashed directly away, and her mouth let out a characteristic canine whimper.
And after throwing that punch, Kettleburn grinned widely and shouted, "You little wolf cubs, I've dealt with way too many like you!"
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