After leaving the area where Grim Reaper Herpo and Allen were, the four Death Knights and Voldemort's group split to either side, their camps clearly divided.
"You lot follow behind us. Once we tear open a breach, move up and obey orders." Former Viking King Harald impatiently waved the axe in his hand.
That tone, no different from commanding subordinates, instantly enraged Bellatrix and the others.
"Shut up!" Bellatrix shrieked sharply. "How dare you say such things with your lowly Muggle mouth? How dare you use that mongrel tongue of yours to give orders to the great Dark Lord? How dare you..."
"There's no place for women to speak here! What do weaklings like you know about war?" the Short-Spear Knight said contemptuously. "I've heard of your deeds. They were nothing but street-gang-sized scuffles!"
"Fools. A single spell from a wizard could set mud-brained lot like you on fire!" Rodolphus's voice sounded as if his vocal cords had been scraped with sandpaper, hoarse and grating. "With the Dark Lord here, victory will belong to us. You Muggle undead had better follow obediently behind and stay out of the way!"
"I'll use your skull as a bowl!" Viking King Harald exploded the moment he heard that. He turned back, raised his axe, and was about to chop at Rodolphus, only to be teleported to the other side by an invisible force.
"Idiot! Are you trying to delay the master's great work?" Voldemort withdrew his hand, which had almost nothing but a little skin left over bone, then looked toward William, who led the shadows on the opposite side.
William, wearing a nasal helmet, also stopped Harald, who still wanted to keep fighting. In an icy voice, he said, "Then we split into two groups. Let me see who breaks through those