The guerrillas who had never returned to the base directly had moved to the base first, and then planned to return to the base. Fortunately, they avoided the first wave of bombing in the Magic Kingdom.

Taking advantage of the current gap, McDuff led his team members into an underground bunker on the periphery of the defensive terrain. It was built on the hillside and guarded the important transportation access to the huge Rocky Mountains behind.

The people from the American Magic France Association worked overtime before, turning the geological structure here into granite, and carved defensive runes on it, making it into a fortress that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and has a complete installation, making this outer stronghold and the internal passage therein become the most important fortification.

Not only are there a floating boat lifting and landing ports, there are also moats, towers and city walls, but there are even shot outlets that can hide the fire dragon and provide it with a breath out of the dragon. There are also small bunkers in the surrounding area that are similar in shape but petite in specifications for poisonous horns.

Before, when they were rushing back to the defense zone, they happened to catch up with the United Kingdom's bombing of the defense zone. Seeing that the defense zone was in chaos, McDuff immediately decided to lead them to come here nearby.

The guerrillas walked into the bunker in a hurry, and ordered the witch with a big round face in a striking uniform who came from inside, "Robert? Take your people to help His Excellency Leonard, and report on the situation here to us..."

"Yes, sir!" Robert understood that most of him and his men were strikers and were not considered laymen, but they were still much worse than those Aurors who had received elite training in front of him. The other party asked them to go to the rear to protect them, because there was no doubt that this place would become the front line.

Without hesitation, Robert began to execute the order. After these wizards evacuated, the guerrillas immediately acted, scattered to the various defense points of the bunker according to their respective areas of expertise, and checked the defense devices to pull out magical creatures and the like, and quickly launched the defense.

"Who is here to command? The commander comes to me! The commander comes here!"

During a busy time, a middle-aged witch wearing the uniform of a senior official of the American Magic French Association walked in with great strides. He looked at her with his face tense and his eyes wide as if he was about to eat people.

This is a tall witch with a thin face, an impressive square jaw and a brown-red mustache on her mouth. Based on his black face, it can be concluded that this was smoky. He walked with a furious face and shouted, "Witch, who is your stern?"

McDuff immediately walked over and saluted simply: "Mr. Gyllenhaal! I am the commander here."

"Oh, Stanley?... Please contact Mr. Leonard quickly... Take me to see him immediately... As soon as I arrived at the defense zone, I was bombed by the United Kingdom. I had no choice but to come in. It is urgent. Take me here as soon as possible." Gyllenhaal waved his arm and ordered in a hurry, and then looked at the other team members. "Please prepare for it, because according to the orders of Chairman Piqueli, all the personnel in this defense zone will go to the defense base of the Cordillera Mountains to make real resistance..."

"I'll take you there... It's really a good thing to be able to evacuate here. This time the goddess took action and caught us off guard..." Ian responded with some joy. He stood up and walked closer. "My friend in the Cheyenne Mountain Defense Zone told me a few days ago that their defense zone asked you that you would go to a batch of Kona coffee, but you gave too little, and the amount you assigned to him was not enough to drink for three days."

"Please understand... At this time, coffee is not a necessary item for strategic defense after all. After the war is over, it will not be difficult to get these." Gyllenhaal straightened his back and persuaded righteously, "If you don't talk much, please take me to see Mr. Leonard as soon as possible."

"Sorry, please come with me..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the smile on Ian's face had disappeared. He had raised his eyebrows and suddenly shot out from the wand in his hand, and the silver light like an arrow flew straight towards Gyllenhaal.

But the wizard's reaction was very fast. At a speed that was not as good as a pampered official, he instantly supported an iron armored bodyguard spell. The spell hit and knocked out sparks. The spell that was bounced away left a pit on the wall beside them.

A spell suddenly flew over, something like a blunt knife swept through Gyllenhaal's face quickly, blood flowing out of his face, its power hit him aside and hit the wall - it was a spell shot by McDaff, and the experienced Auror was obviously ready.

The guerrillas at several other positions in the room reacted and joined the attack one after another. Although they were not sure what happened, out of trust in their teammates, they realized the wrong thing as soon as possible and responded in time.

Gyllenhaal, who faced multiple attacks at the same time, had no resistance. After this wave of attacks, his legs danced wildly, lost their balance, and fell to the ground. Then a thick and long vine tied him tightly to the ground, but his exposed legs were still dancing under the spell of Taran Terra Dance.

McDuff's eyes immediately looked at Ian: "What's going on?"

"Now the defense bases have lost contact with Chairman Piqueli a few days ago... but he knows nothing about this situation. He also deliberately acts righteously according to my words." Ian cast a prototype on Gyllenhaal on the ground with his wand, asserting, "It's not the effect of the spell, Gyllenhaal, a nationalist, should not rebel... It's probably a compound decoction, it should be a spy sent by the United Kingdom, who wants to sneak in while we're trying to give up our defense."

When Leonard's defense was getting a breather, in another defense zone of the American Magic France Association that had just been conquered by Penelo, the United Kingdom flag was hung on the main building.

In the office of the commander-in-chief of the defense zone deep in the underground passage where bricks and stones were scattered, a middle-aged witch with golden hair curled up not far from Penelo's feet. Her magic robe was dilapidated and scattered, with blood on it. It was obvious that she had fought desperately when the United Kingdom invaded before.

A glass bottle was kicked away by the doctor on the ground. Penelo took a piece of parchment from the recorder's hand, glanced roughly, and put it away.
Chapter completed!