At the corner of a street in Granada, Hoffa held onto his wheelchair and stood motionless. He was panting heavily.
He did not activate Ghost Walk. He was only in normal stealth mode.
A group of soldiers ran past him, not noticing Hoffa who was stuck between two trash cans like a chameleon.
When the footsteps of the soldiers disappeared, he breathed a sigh of relief.
But then, an angry roar came from afar.
He stood at the entrance of the alley and turned to look. He saw the Gestapo whose face was swollen by his scalding rushed into the jeep, picked up the walkie-talkie and yelled into it.
As soon as he finished yelling, there was a strong magic fluctuation in the air. A man appeared out of thin air beside him. He was dressed like one of Schmidt Rutterov's men.
There was actually an Adept using Phantom Teleportation!
Damn it, these Germans even know the secrets of the Wizards!
After the two of them exchanged a few words, the Adept immediately disappeared from where he stood.
Hoffa had a bad feeling. The Phantom Spell was not Ghost Walk. It was too easy to detect him.
At that moment, he did not dare to hesitate and ran in a different direction. As soon as he started running, the Wizard in the distance immediately sensed the magic fluctuation. He Mirage teleported to the top of the building and scanned below like an eagle.
Not long after, the Wizard at the top of the building detected the location. He pointed at the street where Hoffa was hiding and issued an order.
Countless armed soldiers quickly rushed over. The Wizard also pulled out his magic wand and began to cast imprisonment spells.
With no other choice, Hoffa could only use Ghost Walk again and quickly rush out of the range of the Wizard's surveillance.
As soon as he rushed out, hundreds of sharp spikes grew out of the alley behind him, as if it was a trap in a dungeon. It was a terrifying transformation spell.
Hoffa did not dare to look back. He pushed the wheelchair left and right and came to an abandoned shop that had been in disrepair for a long time and went in. As soon as he went in, he exited the stealth mode because of the lack of magic.
At that moment, the streets of Granada, which had been peaceful just a moment ago, were filled with soldiers running everywhere. Jeeps roared past at high speed, and some ordinary people were crying and howling on the streets.
Hoffa finally realized how jittery this era was. The civil war in Spain had just ended, and the slightest sign of trouble would immediately put the entire city under martial law.
He sat cross-legged on the ground and meditated for a while.
At this moment, there were noises coming from the side. Some soldiers had started to enter the shop to investigate. Hoffa could not stay in the abandoned shop for too long. He pushed his wheelchair and tiptoed out.
Standing at the entrance of the alley, Hoffa poked his head out to take a look. After just one glance, Hoffa retracted his head.
Both sides of the street were being interrogated. On the left were Spanish soldiers in green uniforms, while on the right were German soldiers. They blocked all exits.
Hoffa looked at his Magic Watch and saw that the red needle had already reached the bottom. Using Ghost Walk twice had consumed too much Mana.
Was he going to use Crimson Bloom to convert mana again?
Hoffa was conflicted. The Transformation Technique would break his body's balance. If he used it again, he would not have a trump card if something unexpected happened.
He frowned and poked his head out to observe for a moment.
The German soldiers were very professional in their search and did not let anyone go. Everyone who passed by had to kneel on the ground with their hands on their head and wait for the inspection.
On the other side of the street, there was a group of Spanish soldiers in green uniforms with red ropes tied around their bodies. Their inspection was a little gentler. Those soldiers only inspected men, not women.
Perhaps this was the reason for their country.
At this moment, they were quickly evacuating the crowd.
A baby's cry entered Hoffa's ears.
He saw a Spanish woman pushing a baby carriage anxiously explaining something to a soldier. The soldier immediately pushed her back out of the crowd.
Seeing this scene, Hoffa touched his chin.
The mana was not enough for Ghost Walk, but it was enough for one Transformation Spell.
Seeing another group of German soldiers rushing over, Hoffa did not dare hesitate. He leaned into the corner and used his magic wand to change his clothes into a pleated skirt and his sneakers into red high heels.
Then, he tapped the wheelchair and turned it into a large baby carriage.
Silby was stunned. He looked at Hoffa with a napkin stuffed in his mouth. He could not say a word and could only whimper.
Hoffa pulled the napkin out of his mouth and asked in a low voice, "Will you cry?"
Silby nodded in shock. "Yes."
"Then cry."
Silby let out a shrill cry.
Hoffa's scalp went numb, but now was not the time to care about this. He pulled up the top of the baby carriage and covered the giant baby Silby.
Then, he turned his magic wand into a huge red brimmed hat to cover his face.
Hoffa lowered his head and pressed down on the hat. He blended into a group of women and pushed the baby carriage forward. His blood flowed rapidly and his heart beat like a drum.
When the women heard the cries, they subconsciously opened up a path for him.
A group of Spanish soldiers ran through the street shouting, not noticing that the woman's baby carriage was several sizes bigger than a normal baby carriage.
They saw a 'woman' pushing a baby carriage over. He immediately stepped forward and shouted something that Xu Que could not understand. He pressed Hoffa's shoulder and pushed him out of the crowd.
As soon as he stepped out of the crowd, the soldiers raised their guns. Hoffa was startled when he heard this.
Taking a closer look, it turned out that they were not targeting him, but there were a few men behind him who wanted to fish in troubled waters, but they were stopped by the soldiers.
Hoffa squeezed out of the crowd and left the street that was on full alert. Countless terrified people brushed past him. He finally heaved a sigh of relief.
Damn it! World War II hasn't even started yet, but the world is already so scary?
Hoffa pushed the pram across three streets in a row. He hurried to a secluded corner, ready to find a secluded place to get rid of this terrible transformation.
When they arrived at a deserted alley, Silby was still crying. That sound made Hoffa extremely uncomfortable.
"Stop crying!" Hoffa said angrily.
"Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
"F * ck!"
Hoffa opened the top of the pram and wanted to stuff the napkin back into Silby's mouth.
When he opened the top, he saw Silby pretending to cry while winking at him, drooling and laughing so hard that he was already twitching.
But then, Hoffa saw Silby's smile gradually disappear as he looked ahead in shock.
He turned his head abruptly.
A tall and slender figure appeared at the corner of the street. It was a person that Hoffa did not want to see the most.
She appeared.
Ossivia had probably come back from buying clothes and was planning to go back to Hoffa. She probably couldn't find any green clothes that she liked, so she was wearing a black Arabian dress and a veil. She was holding a paper bag of bread and other food.
Seeing the "woman with a baby" in front of her, Ossivia was stunned at first, then she stepped aside. Then, she began to feel that something was wrong. Then, she took a closer look.
She opened her mouth and widened her eyes.
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 heels.
On the streets of a foreign country, the distance between the two of them was only about two meters.
But the real distance had already crossed time and space.
An awkward breeze blew through Hoffa's pink dress, and a few fallen leaves floated between the two of them.
Hoffa's breathing began to quicken, and his hands and feet gradually lost their temperature. It was as if he was in a black hole, spinning and falling.
His face turned from white to red, red to green, and from green to black. Finally, it turned from black to pale white.
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