A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

Chapter 443 Peace-loving Narnians? Looking for Aslan the Lion

The flag-talking soldiers waved black flags and issued retreat orders, and the attacking Tammers passed the signals one after another and quickly retreated outside the fortress.

"They are going to run away." Cornelius looked solemn. If the Tammers evacuated the bunker in time, their combat plan would be difficult to achieve the expected results.

"This is normal. Others' traps are to fight and retreat, and try not to make the enemy suspicious.

It was good for them to retreat directly after bringing in the people, without any attempt to hide it. If the Tammer people didn't find the problem, I would suspect that they were idiots. "

At this time, a small group of Tamer soldiers ran up and found Aaron and Cornelius talking.

"What did I say before? You should leave here first." Cornelius said, "But these people should not be your opponents!"

"Of course." Aaron looked at the small group of soldiers coming towards them and fired twice, killing the two nearest soldiers.

Then he grabbed Cornelius's shoulders and said, "This may not be too friendly to an older fat man."

boom!

There was a muffled sound, and the two of them were instantly sucked into the gray-white vortex.

The next moment, the two figures appeared again.

Cornelius staggered and almost fell to the ground. He looked at the Narnians rushing out of the tunnel not far away, and a look of shock inevitably appeared on his face.

"What just happened?"

"This is a profound magic, and even among wizards, less than one tenth has mastered it.

You are lucky, you may be the only human being in the world who has experienced teleportation. "

Cornelius nodded blankly, but his attention was quickly attracted by the movement ahead, "Now is not the time to talk about this. Quickly inform Peter that the Tamer army is withdrawing from the bunker."

"Stay here and don't move, otherwise I can't guarantee your safety."

"I see."

Aaron apparated again and teleported to Peter.

Peter was commanding the Narnians to retreat with Caspian and Edmund. When he saw Aaron, he almost fell off his horse in shock.

"How did you get here?"

"Of course it's teleportation." Aaron said matter-of-factly, "But don't think about it. This is a skill that only wizards have."

Peter:......

Can't I see it? But I’m so envious!

"I'll tell you some not-so-good news. The Tanmers are evacuating the bunker in an orderly manner."

"What?"

"Don't be so excited, they did discover that the bunker was a trap, but they found it a little late.

Many soldiers have already entered the depths, and the order to retreat has not been received in time. Even if it is received, it will take some time to withdraw, so if we do it now, we can barely achieve the desired effect. "

"But we haven't all evacuated yet." Caspian said bitterly, "It will take at least half a minute."

Aaron glanced into the passage. The Narnians were lined up dozens of meters long, and there were many pursuers not far behind them.

"I'll help you one more time." Aaron sighed helplessly and squatted on the ground to take aim.

"No." Edmund stopped him hastily, "Our people haven't come out yet!"

"Don't worry, I'm measured." Aaron said, and then pulled the trigger.

boom!

There was a gunshot, and the last bullet passed through the dense crowd in an instant and hit an open space between them and the pursuers.

The sparks flickered in the dark passage, then turned into flames, and then turned into red flames.

Since the dry firewood and flammable objects on the ground were all doused with kerosene, the open flame showed the potential of starting a prairie fire as soon as it appeared, spreading rapidly in all directions.

The Tanmer soldiers looked at the flames rolling towards them like a tide, and immediately stopped their pursuit.

"run!"

A soldier yelled, pulling them out of their daze.

The next moment, all the soldiers' faces were filled with panic, and they quickly turned around and ran in the opposite direction.

The huge desire to survive caused them to burst out at a speed far beyond normal, almost only slower than the speed of the flames.

However, there are oil drums prepared by the Narnians at many corners in the bunker. When they encounter the flames, they are instantly out of control. The scale of the flames directly changes from a tide to a tsunami that engulfs everything.

boom! boom! boom!

The raging flames burned and spread in other directions at an extremely fast speed.

The bunker turned into a huge furnace, and heart-rending screams could be heard from inside, even from a long distance away.

"Where are our people?" Peter asked worriedly.

"There are no oil drums placed near the exit. As long as you run fast enough, the flames cannot catch up."

Hearing this, the three Peters looked at each other.

That's true, but the screams of the Tanmer soldiers are terrifying to hear.

Fortunately, the Narnians were much faster than the Tamer soldiers. In less than half a minute, all the remaining people were evacuated. Apart from looking a little embarrassed, there was no damage.

On the other side, Pusupi's face was suddenly covered with frost.

He understood what the trap in the bunker was, but even when he saw the thick black smoke rising, he couldn't help but swallow.

Aren’t the legendary Narnians peace-loving? But what does he see now? It was such a brutal massacre that the devil had to give him an award when he saw it.

He did not issue any more orders to retreat, because there was no need.

The soldiers who could escape ran faster than anyone else, and the fate of those who could not escape was self-evident.

"Sir?" The general asked cautiously.

"I'm fine, I should have listened to you and let our soldiers withdraw in time." Psuppi said coldly, "How much did we lose."

The general hesitated to avoid this topic.

"Sir, I suggest..."

"I asked you to tell me about our losses."

"Yes." The general hesitated for a moment and said, "The cavalry suffered heavy losses. It's almost like they were wiped out. Currently, less than half of them can fight.

As for the infantry...at least one-third of the infantry died, and those who survived the bunker also suffered varying degrees of burns. I'm afraid they can't participate in the battle in the short term."

"In other words, from the beginning to now, the damage to the Narnians is less than one-tenth, and we have lost half of our troops?"

"Yes, sir." The general nodded, "Our advantage in this war is no longer so obvious. At least we need to rest for a while to restore the combat effectiveness of the troops.

So, I suggest retreating."

"Retreat?" Psuppy sneered, " It is impossible. Once you lose, you can never find it again. The rest of the army. Caspian was stunned for a moment, and then he looked at Psoopi from a distance, and suddenly he understood.

"I understand, Psoopi wants to take away the throne of the Tanmore people.

But killing Miraz is not enough, because I am still alive, and Caspian is the most legitimate heir.

Miraz is my uncle, and if he takes the throne, the elders of the parliament will point fingers at him.

And Psoopi is just one of the members of the parliament, and he is just an outsider and it is difficult for him to convince the public.

If he doesn't kill me, he can't sit on the throne at all."

"Not only you, but also your little nephew." Aaron reminded, "In a sense, Miraz's son is also a prince of the Tanmore people."

"That is to say, after killing Caspian, he even killed Miraz. 's child..." Edmund opened his eyes wide in surprise, "This is too cruel!"

"This is normal. The fight for the throne is full of blood and rain. Miraz can make Caspian's father die in his sleep, and Psoopi can naturally make Miraz's son die in his sleep. "Aaron said half-jokingly, "I just don't know if he will have Miraz's patience and wait until his son is born before taking action."

"He doesn't need it." Caspian said with a complicated expression, "Psoopi has a son."

"Very good, after killing you and your nephew, he will have no worries." Edmund said speechlessly. "He wants to kill not only Caspian, but also you guys.

After all, you saw him kill Miraz with your own eyes, so keeping you alive is a hidden danger."

"A lot of people died for this throne!" Peter said, "This may be the most correct thing Miraz said."

"No time to sigh for you, hurry up and integrate the army!

The next battle is going to be a tough one. The Narnians have a chance of winning, but it's still not too high."

Peter nodded, and the leader of the centaur standing beside him raised his sword, "Prepare for battle."

The Narnians suddenly became serious, each picking up their weapons and quickly adjusting their status.

"I should leave soon." Aaron said, and then put away the sniper rifle in his hand.

"Aren't you going to stay and help us?" Peter asked puzzled.

"I don't want to stay on the front battlefield." Aaron rolled his eyes and said, "I have helped everyone I should help, so don't ask me to work hard!"

"But the forest is not safe now, there must be Tanmore cavalry patrolling." Caspian said.

"I don't care about those stragglers.

If they want to die, I won't show mercy."

Hearing this, the three were speechless.

"I'll help Lucy and the others find Aslan. If possible, I want to end this war as soon as possible."

"But they both left a day ago." Edmund said.

"I can teleport."

"I mean you might not be able to find them."

Aaron raised his eyebrows and took out Captain Jack's compass. "This magic item can point to what the holder is thinking."

The three looked at each other. "If you had taken this thing out earlier, maybe we would have found Aslan a long time ago."

"I've tried, but I can't find Aslan." Aaron said with some regret. "This land seems to be blessing him, allowing him to isolate himself from the compass's detection, but it's okay to find other people."

"Okay, be careful and leave this place to us," Peter said, "We will definitely be able to hold on until you come back."

"goodbye!"

Aaron phantomed again and teleported to Cornelius.

Without saying a word, he grabbed the old professor and apparated away.

call!

When he appeared again, Cornelius patted his heart with lingering fear.

"If there's another time, please let me know in advance. It's so exciting. I'm not prepared at all."

"Do you still want a next time?" Aaron glared at him disdainfully, "It's enough that I, a great mage, condescend to protect you, a bad old man, and you're not satisfied. Who do you think you are?"

"Sorry." Cornelius pursed his lips guiltily, looking at the surrounding walls and gravel, his eyes stopped in front of the four statues, "This, this is?"

“The ruins of Cair Paravel have been abandoned outside for hundreds of thousands of years, but no one has discovered this secret chamber.

There is no safer place in Narnia than here. Just stay here and don't come out until tomorrow. "

"I know, I know." Cornelius said impatiently. He was very obsessed with the history of Narnia. This was an unexcavated ruins, and its attraction to him was self-evident.

After placing the large towing oil bottle, Aaron followed the pointer on the compass and phantomed at a distance of 500 meters at a time.

After several times in a row, the pointer pointed in the opposite direction.

"Found it." Aaron's face glowed with joy, he stopped phantom movement and ran towards the direction pointed by the pointer.

On the way, he saw the corpses of several Tanmer soldiers, with red arrows stuck in the corpses, probably by Susan's hand.

There was also an unlucky guy with three bloody holes in his body. It looked like they were caused by firearms, and it was probably Lucy who did it.

Continuing to follow the pointer for a hundred meters, Aaron finally saw the two of them, and in front of them was a huge male lion more than two meters high.

"Aslan?"

Roar!

The lion roared, and then said in a gentle voice: "Narnia welcomes you, young magician."

"Well...not everyone welcomes me."

"Aaron." Susan kept winking at him, "You must kneel down and worship the supreme king."

"I don't want it." Aaron refused bluntly.

Kneeling down to worship, he has never knelt down to anyone except his ancestors and parents.

This lion was indeed stronger than him, but it was not worthy of him bowing down.

"It doesn't matter." Aslan said with a smile, "Your talent is too great. You have unlimited possibilities in the future. You may be able to surpass me in less than ten years."