223 Chapter 23, in the Thick Fog

A gust of sea breeze blew, and a pure white corset slowly fell from the sky. The hull trembled regularly with the waves.

Chloe was lying on the deck with her back bare. His face was pale, and he was dripping sweat continuously. Mary on the other side has already shrunk in the corner and covered her eyes, not daring to look.

Hoffa was a little sympathetic: "I'm starting."

"Don't talk, can you?"

"good."

He raised his dagger.

Chloe yelled, "Wait a minute!"

He put down the dagger: "What's wrong?"

"You take it easy."

she said tremblingly.

Hoffa pressed her back with one hand, covered her mouth with the other, and stabbed hard.

The blade pierced into one of Chloe's back eyes, and Chloe let out a groan. Uncontrollably biting the back of Hoffa's hand, tears of pain came down.

Hoffa said nothing, but sweat dripped from his chin onto the nun's back.

He exerted force with his arm, and an eye on his back was forcefully dug out. It seemed to have its own life and consciousness, turning and struggling crazily, with some tangled tentacles attached to its tail, which looked extremely ferocious.

"ah!!"

"I'm in so much pain!!"

Chloe groaned under Hoffa's palm, blood gushed out from her back, and flowed onto the deck along her slender waist.

Hoffa threw the gouged out eyes into the sea. In the deep sea, some sharks smelled the fascinating smell of blood. They wagged their tails and swam towards the surface of the water chasing after each other.

Mary huddled in a corner, watching eyeballs being gouged out and thrown into the sea.

Her insteps were arched, she covered her eyes and dared not look, but she watched the grey-haired boy raise and lower his knife with a stern face through her fingers.

It seemed that his calm and indifferent expression gave her strength, she tremblingly crawled along the deck, and held the screaming Chloe's arm.

"Be patient, my dear. Just be patient."

Chloe couldn't bear it, she could only scream.

"hurry up!"

Hoffa pulled out the blade, raised and lowered the knife as coldly as a machine, and raised and lowered the knife. In Chloe's almost numb pain, he gouged out all the eyes.

Mary hurriedly took out towels and bandages, and applied medicine to Chloe to stop the bleeding. At this moment, the nun's lips were pale and she was almost collapsed.

After the operation, Hoffa dared not rest for a moment.

Although he removed the dark magic that the dark wizards used to track, it only cut off the possibility of them continuing to track.

However, those speedboats in the distance have already surrounded her. The most urgent thing is to leave this place quickly and find a safe place to treat the nun, otherwise she may be in a desperate situation due to excessive blood loss.

The lifeboat started again, but at this moment, a trace of cold air swept across Hoffa's body, he shivered, and looked down.

At this moment, traces of ice ridges appeared on the sea surface, and the ice ridges expanded rapidly, and soon covered the sea surface with a layer of frost.

Not only that, but there were also strange flakes of snowflakes floating in the sky. The snowflakes just floated and did not fall, and they merged in the air to form ice needles one after another.

At the same time, on several speedboats in the distance, a man raised his arm and clenched his fist in the air.

All the speedboats in progress stopped.

"Freeze the sea," he ordered.

The black wizard behind him looked at each other with disdain.

But they still put their hands into the water, and whispered: "Frozen land."

Immediately, with each black wizard's arm as the center, the sea surface froze at an astonishing speed. Whether it is the tumbling waves or the howling sea wind, this moment is stagnant under the low temperature.

A flying fish seemed to sense something and wanted to jump out of the sea and fly away, but it was frozen on the sea at the moment it took off, forming a small crescent-shaped ice sculpture.

Seeing that the sea was almost ready for walking, the tall man sitting on the first boat raised his waist, "This is my battle, don't meddle in it."

These words made those black robes on the same boat stand up like frying pans: "What, Mance said, we must catch Flamel at all costs!"

"Hey, you let that woman go, can you be responsible, do you know that she is also one of Grindelwald's targets!"

"Shut up!"

Dominique turned back and roared: "I have the final say on this sea area, no one can run away from me. If you really want to help, take the prisoner and get out as soon as the battle is over."

After finishing speaking, he picked up a huge cross sword nearly two meters long and stuck it on his back, and strode off the speedboat.

Several black wizards looked at his back on the ice with extremely cold faces, and waited for him to walk away. One of them sneered and said, "No wonder I was arranged to watch the gate in this place where nothing shits. I know why Grindelwald doesn't want to see him anymore."

Another person echoed softly: "Don't talk about Grindelwald, even I, sometimes want to slap him, what arrogance, don't know how to die then."

Looking at the ice surface wrapped at an astonishing speed, and the ice edges in the sky.

Hoffa secretly thought something was wrong, he made a miscalculation, and his movements were still too slow. With the lesson of being escaped by myself last time, this time these guys directly blocked any way for them to escape by flying or swimming.

Looking back at Chloe, who was pale as if she had just given birth, and Mary, who was crouching in the corner like a frightened rabbit, holding her head, she could say that she was already helpless.

Gritting his teeth, he took out two pistols from his pockets.

He squatted down and stuffed the pistols into the hands of Mary and Chloe respectively.

"Listen, hold these two guns for self-defense."

Chloe sat in the corner tremblingly without saying a word, letting Hoffa stuff the gun into her hand.

After a pause, he said to the two with a solemn expression: "In case, I mean, in case I am killed by those people, there is really no way, you should kill yourself."

Mary screamed, and threw the pistol away as if she had burned her hand with a branding iron.

Hoffa took the gun back and put it in her hand: "Listen, you are caught by them, you will be sent to a concentration camp, where you may be poisoned, you may be starved to death, you may be gang-raped, It might even be skinned. Instead of that, it's better to kill yourself, understand?"

Chloe said hoarsely, "Don't be crow mouthed. Bach"

Hoffa didn't answer any more, the situation was critical, and he stared intently at the sea.

Surprisingly, those black-robed empire wizards who froze the sea just now quietly receded. Their departure did not bring any relief to Hoffa at all. On the contrary, invisible pressure oppressed him like mountains.

Pieces of ice flakes rolled across the sea, and the entire sea was frozen into a plain. The rough waves on the plain made the whole scene extremely strange.

The ice shook slightly.

He narrowed his eyes.

In the pervasive icy mist, a tall and burly figure slowly emerged.

Only one person.

He put on black metal magic gloves, jumped off the lifeboat that was frozen to death on the sea, and walked slowly towards the tall figure along the undulating ice surface.

The frozen sea trembled slightly, and the originally warm ocean wind turned into a winter-like biting cold wind.

The distance was getting closer and closer, and when they were twenty meters apart, they both stopped.

Hoffa saw clearly the guy who came to look for him.

He was wearing heavy armor, with a pointed head and a huge cross sword as wide as his waist on his shoulders. He looked like a heavily armored knight from the Middle Ages.

"Bach?"

A muffled sound came from the armor.

"Ethan Dominique."

Hoffa said softly.

"I haven't seen you in half a year. It's an honor that my junior still remembers me." The armor opened, revealing a middle-aged face behind it. There are three vertical scars on his eyes, and he looks extremely fierce.