Looking at the angry faces around her, Emily was about to laugh angrily.

He was ridiculed and insulted, instead of taking revenge on the enemy or proving himself with practical actions, he wanted to vent his anger on the women of his own country who were also victims?

What kind of logic is this?

Emily didn't understand and didn't want to understand.

Although she does not deal with Furong, it can even be said that she hates Furong very much.

But at this moment, she is unusually pity Furong.

The group of French wizards around were indeed cowards, as the Arab said.

Still the most annoying coward in the nest.

And unlike Emily, Link didn't have the slightest bit of anger in his heart.

There was still a smile on his face.

That irrepressible, cold mockery.

He was not surprised at all by the reaction of little Zangwill and others.

Because, the Muggle men in France have already done it for a long time.

Other countries, such as several monsters in the East Asian Monster Room, also know how to entangle the weian women, condemn the perpetrators, and hold them accountable.

Although these weian women were under a lot of mental pressure due to the social and environmental problems at that time, at least they could live in peace of mind.

But France is different.

At that time, as they are now, they vented the humiliation they suffered in the Axis powers after their surrender on the women of their own country.

Shaved a large number of national women bald, paraded, abused, beaten...

The charge used is even more ridiculous - treason.

Treason for having relations with Axis personnel during the occupation of France.

Are there any criminals here who are really subjectively treasonous?

Of course there is!

But more French women are forced!

But French men don't care so much, they only look at the results.

So under the bubbling of public grievances, the women of France suffered.

They were cleaned almost across the board.

In order to divert the conflict, the French executives laughed and watched all this happen, and even provided military and police-level assistance to the angry mob, and received a lot of praise. And rapidly declining domestic prestige.

This is really ironic.

It is no wonder that the trend of milk method in later generations can spread from rice to the world.

Since Napoleon, France has indeed had no sons.

Link sneered and finally glanced around the little Zangwill and others, and then walked over to meet the Arab on the opposite side.

From what the other party just said, things are already very clear.

It's this guy who wants to use his power on Fleur, and has the people at Zangwill's Wand Shop help.

The two soon stood face to face in the silence.

With the help of years of training and the help of massive potions, Link's height has reached 1.94 meters, which is quite rare among ordinary wizards, which is a head taller than the Arabs on the opposite side.

The opponent could only be slightly level with Link by virtue of the bulky giant silk cap on the top of his head.

The two looked at each other with undisguised malice in their eyes.

"Hahaha!"

After a while, the Arab suddenly burst out laughing, pointing at Link and speaking again.

"He said that you are definitely not French," Dumbledore stood up again at the right time, "France is not as brave as you, a man who dares to stand up for his wife and daughter."

After all, Dumbledore glanced at little Zangwill and others with a half-smile.

From that smile, it can be seen that the milking trend of the country is also very popular in the wizarding circle, so that absolute leftists like Dumbledore are also affected.

Unfortunately, the smile on Dumbledore's face soon disappeared again.

Because the Arab, followed by twittering and talking for a long time.

Hearing this, Dumbledore stared blankly at the Arab for a while, obviously angry.

But in the end, he didn't do anything substantive, but leaned over to Link and continued:

"He just said, even if you're not French, you should be European. And European men are all the same, the same **** that was beaten by his ancestors. And he said, the female companion next to you. It's not bad, let you give it to him too."

"Oh? You really..."

Link shook his head and muttered.

He didn't know how to describe the Arab in front of him.

The other party's arrogant attitude has even surpassed Link's understanding.

Jean Link can only blame this situation on the diversity and unevenness of the world.

However, the words of the Arab in front of him just now made Link recognize the identity of the other party.

This person seems to be the Arab wizard who was smiling proudly with a European-style lance in his hand from the previous picture album.

Link vaguely remembered that the other party seemed to have authorized his identity to be printed on the album.

It seems to be called...

"My dear, don't be too angry, this is Mr. Yuri Saladin Che Ben, a pure-blooded wizard noble in Tikrit, or the most honorable kind. You know it too, they are there I've always paid less attention to women, so please don't..."

Little Zangwill leaned over to persuade him with a flattering face.

But he was just halfway through when he was interrupted by Link's wave.

Little Zangwill's reminder was enough.

Link had already recognized the other party's identity.

One of the highest pure-blood wizarding families on the green side.

It is also the descendant of Saladin, the king who defeated the Crusaders and occupied Jerusalem.

This is why this guy is so arrogant.

The path of development of wizards used to have many branches.

Some people chose to live in a similar way to the present, away from Muggle villages and into seclusion.

Some people chose to hide in the city and perfectly integrated into the Muggle crowd.

Others, like Hufflepuff's ghostly fat monk, chose religion.

On this branch, the wizarding families represented by the Saladin family have gone more thoroughly.

They directly created a religion.

And borrowed magic to create miracles, and gathered a huge number of Muggle believers.

Even after the implementation of the International Wizarding Secrecy Act, they have not given up their rule over Muggles.

This makes their wealth and power almost indescribable.

Most importantly, because of the relationship that has been a self-proclaimed **** for thousands of years.

Almost every member of them is synonymous with arrogance and domineering, never knowing what restraint is.

"hehe-"

The corners of Link's mouth rose, and a faint sneer broke out.

Then he said in a whisper:

"Anyone from the Saladin family? What you did really embarrassed your ancestors."

"Uh, distinguished guest, Mr. Yuri Saladin can't understand the language."

Little Zangwill said awkwardly.

It's just that Link continued as if he didn't hear what he said:

"You just said that all the men in Europe are rubbish. Seriously, I don't really understand it. In terms of rubbishness, aren't you Arab wizarding nobles better than the French wizards?

When the International Confederation of Wizards was established, you were defeated in the war with the International Confederation of Wizards.

You guys with backbone have all died in that war that lasted for years.

Aren't all of you who survived the descendants of traitors and cowards?

You group of thieves, relying on the contribution of your wives, daughters and children, gave birth secretly, and now you still have the face to come over and show off your power?

What gives you courage?

Is it your bloodline?

But how do I remember that in the massacre of you after the war by the International Federation of Wizards and Wizards, all the lineages of Saladin and other families were beheaded to death?

You are at best a branch that was used as a slave by the direct Saladin tribe.

And judging from how wealthy you are now, you should still be at the top of the Saladin family, right?

To be able to become a high-ranking Saladin after the war, you are definitely a lackey of the International Confederation of Wizards.

Maybe, you still carry the blood of the International Alliance of Wizards back then.

After all, although the European wizards who went on the expedition to the Saladin family were not very good, but compared with the men of your own family, they all became good men.

It's understandable that your mother and grandmother fell in love with them at first sight. "

Link's voice fell, and the huge banquet hall was silent.

Almost everyone looked at Link with an incredible look.

They can't imagine.

This young man who looks graceful, handsome, and has always maintained a taciturn attitude.

When he really opened his mouth, his mouth was actually poisonous to such an extent.

Link's series of questions and subsequent supplementary explanations nailed the Yuri Saladin in front of him to the pillar of shame from almost all angles of history and maneuver.

If it is said that Yuri Saladin was the prince Saladin who was full of halo before.

So now, he's just a descendant of the vanquished, a son of a betrayal, a half-breed, a thief...

Little Zangwill was thankful now that Yuri Saladin could not understand slang.

In other words, he has been put on so many negative labels, but each label is well-founded, so that people don't know what to say if they want to argue.

Then he must be going crazy.

Of course, there was also Dumbledore, a translator who was not too big of a deal.

But that's not really a big deal.

Because in terms of yin and yang strangeness, Arabic is simply a weaker criticism than slang.

After being out of the context of the slang language and converted into Arabic, the insults Yuri Saladin heard should be much worse.

But just as little Zangwill was secretly rejoicing, Yuri Saladin trembled.

Under the slightly surprised gazes of everyone, one of his cheeks began to turn red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This fiery red color can't even hide the other's bushy beard.

"You! You fart!"

Yuri Saladin held back for a long time, and finally roared.

And when he spoke, the expressions on everyone's faces became even more exciting.

Because what the other party said turned out to be nonsense!

"You actually know how to speak?" Little Zangwill pointed at the other party with an ugly face and said, "Then why do you pretend that you don't know how to make us..."

Yuri Saladin's red eyes turned to little Zangwill and said:

"That's fun, isn't it? Watching you guys being played like monkeys, sometimes dancing and gesturing, makes me happy!"

Little Zangwill's face changed dramatically when he heard the words, and he pointed at what Yuri Saladin wanted to say.

But Yuri Saladin had no intention of continuing the conversation with little Zangwill.

He continued to look at Link, twisted his neck twice, and made a crackling sound of the joints:

"Pagan, you have blasphemed my faith, and I will wage an undead holy war against you! Not just me, my father, but also my descendants! Until you and even some people related to your blood are all slaughtered. Exhausted! We, the Saladin family, are invincible!"

As soon as these words came out, little Zangwill immediately swallowed back what he was about to say.

Jihad is no joke.

Especially the jihad of the Saladin family.

They are a complete bunch of lunatics.

They say that it is immortal, but it is really immortal.

The father dies for the son, the son dies for the grandson, there is no end.

It can be said that the spirit of Yugong moving mountains has been fully carried forward.

That's why their Zangwill wand shop is so polite to Yuri Saladin.

Horizontally afraid of being stunned, stunned for fear of dying.

At best, they were just a little bit sloppy, and naturally they didn't dare to mess with Saladin and the others.

But Link was obviously not afraid.

Hearing this, he just smiled and continued:

"The word jihad is too cheap for you to use. If any conflict can be named as jihad, does jihad still have a profound meaning? Your usage will weaken the meaning of jihad. .

Also, I don't actually mean to insult your religion.

What to believe, what not to believe, is completely personal freedom.

What I insulted was just you. "

"Don't say these are useless," Yuri Saladin said proudly, "You are actually afraid, aren't you? Afraid of our Saladin family's holy war! Ha! I knew it, you are all just a bunch of rubbish. That's it!"

Link shook his head. He knew very well that it was obviously pointless to say any more.

The ebony wand was slowly drawn out.

And seeing this, Yuri Saladin, who was opposite, was also excited.

Hands-on or something, he likes it the most.

He beckoned, and a female **** beside him respectfully handed over a gem box with a traceless stretch spell.

Yuri Saladin reached into the box and pulled out the exaggeratedly large lance.

Such a huge wand is obviously not suitable for combat.

But this is not a big problem in Yuri Saladin's view.

Because the young man on the opposite side is really too young.

A boy of this age, I'm afraid he hasn't graduated from the magic school yet, right?

Then what is he afraid of?

It's done!

The face he lost today must be taken back from Link!

No!

Not just from Link!

Yuri Saladin turned his attention to Emily and Fleur behind Link.

His anger must be released on those two beauties!

Also, Link had to be there when he was released!

This can be regarded as the real revenge!

Yuri Saladin stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips.

In his mind, the picture after his victory even appeared!

"Witness! Saladin's courage!"

Yuri Saladin held the lance wand whose spear tip was still lit with light blue magical aura, and charged towards Link with a roar.

At this moment, he is like an ancestor possessed.

Under the light of the magic aura at the tip of the spear, he exuded a noble aura.

He firmly believed that he was invincible under this kind of momentum.

Like his ancestors, he can also behead the robber enemies in Europe!

However, the reality is cruel...

hum—

Link gently raised the ebony wand in his hand.

And with his action.

An invisible pressure field instantly enveloped Yuri Saladin.

Yuri Saladin's extraordinary charge came to an abrupt end, and the whole person stood still.

That tyrannical pressure relentlessly squeezed every internal organ in his body, causing him to lose almost any strength under the severe pain.

But even so, Yuri Saladin didn't let go.

The huge lance in his hand still pointed straight in the direction of Link.

This is his pride as a descendant of Saladin.

"Useless and dying struggle."

Link shook his head and commented on Yuri Saladin's actions.

The next moment, a disturbing gray-black mist slowly emerged from around Link.

These mists seemed to have life, rising and twisting in the air, and finally gathered into one big misty hand, caressing Yuri Saladin's lance.

"Crack clap clap clap..."

A dense cracking sound echoed in the banquet hall.

Where the foggy hand brushed, countless cracks began to spread from the tip of the gun.

The lance wand made by Zangwill wand shop condensed the highest-strength alloy material was actually shattered, disintegrated, and turned into ashes like cotton wool, flying in the air.

In the end, the mist slowly wrapped around Yuri Saladin's body under everyone's terrified gaze.

Yuri Saladin was not corroded into ashes like his lance.

Those gray-black mist just controlled all the joints in his body.

Then, when Link's belief moved, Yuri Saladin was controlled to kneel down completely, and slowly crawled to Link and the others, and began to kowtow forcefully.

He knocked so hard.

So that this behavior took less than two minutes, and a pool of blood had already appeared on the hard and smooth stone floor.

Looking at Yuri Saladin's hideous expression and the ugly appearance of bruised forehead that kept spilling blood, Furong hid behind Link in fear.

And Emily's eyes twinkled, UU reading www. uukanshu.com is pure disgust.

She even waved her wand and threw out a stream of magic power that sent Yuri Saladin fan flying out.

Link smiled at the corner of his eyes, knowing that such a scene was too disgusting for Emily and Fleur to see.

"You've paid enough, so I forgive your offense."

Link said lightly, then took Emily's hand and slowly left with the group.

These words seemed to irritate Yuri Saladin, his head and face were swollen, covered in blood, and he climbed up from the ground with difficulty, his mouth slightly opened, as if he wanted to say something.

But the next moment, what spewed out of his mouth was not a vicious curse.

But a jet of black blood!

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