Allen stood aside calmly, and every word he clearly heard in his ears - he knew that the God of Death said it intentionally in front of him, and the confrontation and struggle had actually begun again.

The God of Death Haierbo's plan is to use his advantages as the master of the underworld and the characteristics of the undead to make a continuous army of dead people. Although apart from the advanced undead, generally wizards who have not graduated can easily solve a lot of problems with flames.

But the number of dead people in the world is not comparable to that of wizards in the magic world.

It is inevitable that the underworld wall defense zone will fall into a protracted war, but if the confrontation between Alan and Death is delayed for too long, the continuous casualties, and the endless battle will cause the wizards outside to gradually lose confidence in winning. If they cannot hold on to the decision to give up the United States in the end, these are all a blow to the belief of Ravenclaw - but they were originally questioning the actions of Alan and his conceived death, so they did not surprise him.

The only trouble now is that Alan wanted to use the God of Death because of his stronger power, and it seemed even more difficult to do so. At least the other party is still sober and even a little cowardly now... The inside and outside of the sentence reveals the unwillingness to take a little risk, which makes Alan feel a little difficult to deal with.

After the death commanded, he waved his hand to signal them to go down!

"Master, we are led by Lord Voldemort, and we will never let our master down." Rudolfs shouted out with his eyes and hoarse voice before the god of death who was used to talking.

"Master, I must let those stupid mortals feel the shadow of death and let those living creatures see the death!"

The former Viking King Haral covered his carved Viking half-faced helmet with a chain armor neck protection on his head, and two red lights shone in the frames of his eyes disdainfully towards Voldemort and the others.

After saying that, the Vikings turned around and prepared to attack with people, but they were immediately stopped by the Dead Knight with a short gun. Another conqueror, William Wan, also opened his mouth and spoke with the ugly deceased: "You have to plan first when fighting, no wonder you can lose to Harold! You all went over to tell me not to bother the master and the others!"

The other three death knights were obviously convinced by William, and they all followed suit and turned around and ordered the undead creatures behind them to follow. For a moment, there was another dark tide.

Bella's cheeks looked haggard and skinny, and she looked at Voldemort beside her frantically to see his opinion. Voldemort just bowed to Helbo, the god of death, and his terrifying red eyes swept over Allen in resentment, and turned silently to follow the four death knights to walk out.

These dark tides composed of undead began to fade like a tide, but like there was a fight between living people, the relationship between these dead was not so harmonious. During the process, it was obvious that the seven undead army was divided into two splashes - composed of four teams of undead knights who were born into the Muggle King and Voldemort who had just joined the Death camp.

In addition to the little dementors floating in the sky, Alan's own floating boat and his undead were floating, there were no undead creatures around him at the scene. Alan felt that this decayed place seemed much more spacious and bright.

"It makes you laugh. My world didn't need them to learn how to get along with living people..." When the god of death spoke, he frowned, as if he was dissatisfied with his men's performance just now.

"If you are willing to teach, it will improve." Allen said with a serious expression, "The biggest problem is the accent... You only have one Viking under you, and my thirty knights all come from Scandinavia..."

"Oh? This is a commendable achievement..." Death seemed deeply touched, "So, are we going to start now? Or should we just have some tea before sitting?"

"Let's start, otherwise I'll let me sanitize my food if I'll be too late..." Alan waved his pale hand, and the hand holding the staff let it float in front of him.

"Very good, but please wait and let me clean up..."

As he said that, the god of death Haierbo pointed the gray land with the snake-shaped staff in his hand, and then the tables and chairs beside him and Alan were sucked in by the land.

Between him and Alan, there was no obstacle or obstacle, only this silent and grey land, and there was not even a trace of wind.

"I know some ancient British duel etiquette... Mr. Harris..." The god of death, Haierbo, raised a smile on his aggressive ram-like face and asked slowly, "But I don't know the development of modern times now... But because I am now duel with you as a wizard. If it is convenient, let's do a complete set for me to relive it?"

"I have learned a good history of magic. I did some research to teach students to fight... Come on, I can duel with the famous dark wizard who invented the Horcrux and cultivated the Basil monster. This is exactly what I dream of...at least it is more exciting than those guys in the duel competition..." Allen's eyes fell on the ground between himself and the God of Death Haierbo. "It is generally necessary to walk back to back a few steps before bowing to start? The conservative British atmosphere actually made the duel etiquette not change for a long time..."

"Very good, then it seems that this duel will be perfect... Then this venue needs to be portrayed first to be more atmosphere, and life requires a little sense of ritual..." Death nodded gratefully, then waved his hand to let the dementors in the sky float on the ground and start to use their rotten hands to depict the range of the duel arena on the ground.

Between Alan and the Death God Haierbo, the dementors used their bodies to mark the marks like chisels, which was very clear on this gray land.

"I can drink a can... That thing was a bit too much, would you like to have a can? Oh... that's a pity..." Allen took out a can of Coke from his waist bag and took a sip. The taste of this drink that was not as good as wine was not much worse, which made him sigh comfortably.

At this time, the dementors on the ground had already begun to have crescent-shaped decorations, just like the carpet when Lockhart founded the duel club - although the scope of this duel are much larger than the piece that taught the students.

In the middle of the site, a total of thirty evenly arranged into a straight line, with the curved arc opening facing the outside of the rectangular body, the outermost moon is the crescent moon, and then every distance there is a more full crescent pattern until at the middle position, there is a full moon. Through these crescent moons is a vertical line like a magic wand, with a star engraved at the ends of both sides of the vertical line, and there are also some small granular decorations scattered around the marks.
Chapter completed!