85 Chapter 18, the Bottom of Life

On a street corner in Granada, Hoffa stood motionless, leaning on his wheelchair. Panting.

He didn't start the ghost walk, it was just a normal stealth state at the moment.

A group of soldiers ran past in front of them, but they didn't notice the chameleon-like Hoffa stuck between the two trash cans.

He breathed a sigh of relief when the soldiers' footsteps disappeared.

But there was an angry roar in the distance.

He stood at the entrance of the alley and turned his head to look. I saw the Gestapo whose face was swollen by himself rushing into the jeep, picking up the walkie-talkie and yelling.

Just after the roar, there was a violent wave of magic in the air. A man appeared beside him out of nowhere, he was dressed like Schmidt Rutrov's subordinates.

There is actually a wizard apparating over!

Damn it, these Germans even know wizards' secrets!

After the two had a conversation, the wizard immediately disappeared in place.

Hoffa has a bad heart. The Illusion Curse is not a ghost walk, and it is too easy to detect.

At that moment, he didn't dare to hesitate, so he changed direction and ran quickly. As soon as he ran, the wizard in the distance immediately noticed the fluctuation of magic power. He apparated high up on the floor, his eyes scanning down like a hawk.

It didn't take long for the wizard standing on a high place to detect the location. He pointed to the street where Hoffa was invisible, and mumbled an order.

Numerous soldiers with guns rushed over quickly, and the wizard also pulled out his wand and began to release confinement spells.

There was no way, Hoffa could only use ghost walk again, and quickly rushed out of the monitoring range of the evil wizard.

As soon as he rushed out, hundreds of spikes grew out of thin air in the alley behind him, like a trap in a dungeon. It is a terrible transfiguration spell.

Hoffa didn't dare to look back, pushed the wheelchair and turned left and right to an abandoned storefront that had been in disrepair for a long time, and got in. As soon as he entered, he exited the stealth state due to lack of magic power.

At this moment, on the peaceful streets of Granada just now, there are running soldiers everywhere, jeeps roaring past quickly, and some ordinary people are crying and howling on the street.

Hoffa finally realized the turmoil in this era. The Spanish civil war had just ended, and if there was a slight turmoil, the whole city would be under martial law immediately.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, meditating and resting for a while.

At this time, there was a noisy sound from the side, and some soldiers began to enter the store to check. Hoffa couldn't stay in the abandoned store for too long, so he tiptoed out with a wheelchair.

Standing at the entrance of the alley and looking out, Hoffa retracted his head after just one glance.

There were searches on both sides of the street, Spanish soldiers in blue military uniforms on the left, and German soldiers on the right. They blocked all the way.

Hoffa looked at his magic watch, the red pointer had already bottomed out, and the consumption of two ghost walks was too huge.

Do you want to use the bloody bloom to transform the magic power again?

Hoffa was entangled in his heart, the transformation technique would break the balance of the body. If you use it again, if there is an emergency at that time, you will have no cards.

He frowned, and looked around for a moment.

The German army searched very professionally, and no one was spared. All passers-by must kneel on the ground with their heads in their hands and wait for inspection.

On the other side of the street, the guards at that end were a group of Spanish soldiers in blue military uniforms with red belts on their bodies. They were a little more gentle, the soldiers only checked the men, not the women.

Maybe it's the reason of their own country.

At the moment, they are quickly evacuating the crowd.

A cry of a baby reached Hoffa's ears.

I saw a Spanish woman pushing a baby carriage anxiously explaining something to the soldier, and the soldier immediately pushed her back and pushed her out of the crowd.

Hoffa, who saw this scene, touched his chin.

The mana is not enough for ghost walk, but it is enough to support a polymorph.

Seeing another group of German soldiers rushing towards this side, Hoffa did not dare to hesitate. He leaned to the corner and directly took his magic wand to change his clothes into a pleated skirt dress and the sneakers on his feet into red High heel.

Then, he tapped the wheelchair and turned it into a big stroller.

Sylby was stunned. He looked at Hoffa, with a napkin in his mouth, unable to utter a word, only whimpering.

Hoffa pulled the napkin from his mouth and asked in a low voice, "Are you going to cry?"

Sylby nodded in shock: "Yes"

"Then you cry."

Selby let out a shrill cry.

Hoffa's scalp was numb, but this was not the time to care about it. He pulled up the roof of the stroller and covered the giant baby Sylby.

It then transformed the wand into a huge red-brimmed hat, covering the face.

Hoffa lowered his head and pressed his hat, mixed with a group of women, pushed the baby carriage and rushed forward, his blood was flowing rapidly, and his heart was beating like a drum.

Those women heard the cries and unconsciously moved out of the way.

A group of Spanish soldiers yelled and ran through the street, not paying attention to the lady next to her, whose pram was a few sizes larger than normal.

They saw a 'female' pushing a pram. Immediately stepped forward, yelled incomprehensible words, pressed Hoffa's shoulder and pushed him out of the crowd.

As soon as they got out of the crowd, the soldiers raised their guns one after another. Hoffa was startled as he drank loudly.

After a closer look, it turned out that they were not targeting him, but a few men behind him who wanted to fish in troubled waters with him, but were stopped by soldiers.

Drilling out of the crowd and leaving the fully guarded streets, countless terrified crowds passed by Hoffa. He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Damn it! World War II has not officially started, is the world so terrible?

Hoffa pushed the stroller across three streets in a row. He hurried to a sparsely populated corner, ready to find a hidden place to release the terrible transformation.

At the entrance of a sparsely populated alley, Sylby was still crying, and the sound made Hoffa sick to death.

"Stop crying!" Hoffa said angrily.

"Uh ah ah ah ah ~"

"Depend on!"

Hoffa opened the top of the stroller and tried to put the napkin back in Sylby's mouth.

Opening the ceiling, I saw Sylby winking at him, drooling, and convulsively laughing while pretending to cry.

But then, Hoffa saw that Sylby's smile gradually disappeared, and he turned to look forward in amazement.

He turned his head sharply.

A tall, slender figure appeared on the street corner, the last guy Hoffa wanted to see.

Appeared.

Osylvia probably came back after shopping for clothes, just planning to go back to find Hoffa. She probably didn't find a green dress that she liked too much. She was wearing a black Arabian dress and a veil at the moment. Holding a paper bag of bread and other food.

Seeing the "female with a baby" in front of her, Osilvia was taken aback for a moment, then she stepped aside, and then, she began to feel that something was wrong, and then, she took a closer look.

She opened her mouth and her eyes widened.

Three seconds later, the paper bag in her hand fell to the ground with a thud, and the baguette in the paper bag rolled to the side of Hoffa's red high-heeled shoes.

On the streets of foreign countries, the distance between the two is only about two meters.

But the real distance has spanned time and space.

An awkward draft blew past Hoffa's pink skirt, and a few fallen leaves drifted between them,

Hoffa's breathing began to be a little short, his hands and feet gradually lost temperature, as if he was placed in a black hole, spinning and falling continuously

His face turned from white to red, then from red to green, from green to black. In the end, the black becomes pale again.

He inexplicably felt that if he was shot by the Gestapo just now, it seemed to be a good choice