Chapter 364

"Kill him! Kill him! "

Fanatical cries came in from outside the cage.

Bang, bang!

A bloody hand on the barbed wire, and then climb up a bloody face. He could see dozens of crazy wizard faces outside the cage

"kill him! Kill him!! You're rubbish. " ——Their faces are full of hate iron is not steel, as well as anxious and fanatical, eager to personally rush into the cage, instead of their own to fight, to face the terrible man.

Tear!

Another hand stained with blood and sweat stretched out, abruptly tore his head off the cage, and then a heavy blow fell on his chin.

He took a step back, and the violent shock made his head dizzy.

In the blur, he saw his opponent.

It was a young man wearing a bull horn mask. He weighed his feet, leaped on the ground and circled around him. He was tall, with a green snake tattooed on his arm. Every muscle was cast like steel, covered with blood and sweat.

Behind him, there were also a group of crazy gamblers, who were spitting and waving their tickets, lying on the iron cage.

"Push

"Don't stop!"

"Kill him, it's one last breath away!"

A wizard even raised his gold coin: "see this gold coin, warrior, as long as you kill him, the gold is yours!"

The gray haired boy moved. He stepped a little and his palms were covered with fire.

Subconsciously, Fernando raised his finger and yelled hoarsely, "there are many obstacles!"

A transparent crystal appeared in front of him, blocking his opponent's stormy attack.

The obstacle curse worked. With trembling fingers, he took out a small glass ball from his trouser pocket and said something to his mouth. A dark cloud rose from the glass ball, which thundered with lightning.

The man sitting in the cage yelled: "there you are, the magic of Fernando, glass thunder cloud, when the war is going on to the 18th century! If thundercloud discharges successfully, Silby will not be defeated... "

boom!!

Wow.

With a violent vibration of the barbed wire.

The incantation of Fernando was heavily pressed on the barbed wire. At the moment of impact, the barbed wire turned into wood, which completely knocked him out.

"What a terrible guy..."

the last thought came up, Fernando completely lost consciousness, and the glass ball fell to the ground.

The man on the cage roared again: "transfiguration, transfiguration and confusion curse. Silby cheated Fernando. Damn it, he defeated Fernando!"

The top of the cage was suddenly opened, and a man jumped in. He wore gold and silver, twisted his butt, strode to the young man in the middle of the cage, and grabbed his arm:

"winner, sylby the miracle!"

He raised his arm and cheered wildly: "thirty victories in a row are miracles. Miracles can't be more miracles. How many people who don't believe in evil today don't have any underpants left?"

"Oh Hoo!"

A small group of witches looked up and sighed.

Or rub your head, or give yourself a slap in the face.

And more spectators raised their hands and cheered.

These are the witches that Al Silby won. They hugged each other and crowded to the banker's table.

The owner of the Colosseum released Silby's arm. He came out of the cage calmly, moved his muscles and wiped the blood from his nose.

At the moment, it's two months since he met queen Pandora in the library. In these two months, Silby would sneak out of Slytherin's side every night to join the wizard duel in the underground rat path of Pandora City, in order to hone his magic skills in actual combat. If he remembers correctly, this is his 12th game.

Some fat DORO rushed out of the crowd and handed him a steamed towel.

"What time is it?" Sylby asked aloud in the crowd, wiping his sweat.

"It's almost dawn." "Lord Slytherin is about to wake up," DORO said to Silby's ear

"Get ready to collect today's money and leave at once." Said Silby.

Duoluoyiyan to settle today's appearance fee of Silby.

On the other side, on the smoky table, the dealer of the Colosseum gathered up the gold coins on the table and said impatiently: "OK, OK, that's all for today's competition. If you want to see it, come back tomorrow."

The crowd that got the benefit flowed past Silby, looking at him like a golden egg laying chicken, full of love and expectation.

Silby didn't move and didn't smile. He still remembers that when he first came to the rat road arena, he was often beaten by others because of his unskilled skills and too few incantations. The next day, he couldn't stand up. At that time, the gamblers around the arena looked at him the same way as the God of plague.At the end of the night, DORO gets the entrance fee, and sylby puts on his clothes and plans to leave the rat track.

At this time, the owner of the Colosseum in gold and silver stopped him.

"Sylby!"

He looked back, and the sissy boss twisted his butt around the cage. "Oh, sylby, my good sylby, how many times have you said that, you need to put some water occasionally."

Wearing gold and silver, the boss said with a wry smile: "if it goes on like this, everyone else will bet on your treasure. If no one bet on the loser, we won't make any money."

The enchanting boss went to Silby's side, skillfully put a bag of gold coins in Silby's arms, patted him in the face, and said: "good guy, I'll lose two on purpose tomorrow. How about that? I'll say I'm not in good shape."

Silby looked at the bag of gold coins in his arms, shook his head, pushed them back to the boss and walked out. Dorothy looked at the bag of gold coins and followed Silby.

The boss is not reconciled, he quickly catch up with Silby, said: "in this way, if you can deliberately lose so one or two, in the future I will give you the share from five to three, how about you seven me three?"

Sylby was aching and anxious to go back to rest. There was still Kung Fu and this smart guy talking nonsense. He immediately pushed him away: "OK, I didn't come here for money. If you want to make more money, you can find me some fierce opponents."

And then go away.

The somewhat sissy looking owner of the Colosseum, holding the purse, stood behind him and looked at him, his chest undulating violently and his face almost dripping with gloom.

Sylby was on his way, though it was not the first time the Colosseum owner had mentioned it to him. But he didn't take it to heart all the time.

His goal is only to improve his magic level and combat skills through actual combat. As for how much money he can make, he doesn't care. In other words, he doesn't care about the improvement of strength. If he can, he hopes that every opponent can compete with him with the most real strength, so that he can make great progress.

However, this time is different from the last one.

Thirty victories in a row broke some of the balance. He didn't walk long before hisso's voice came from behind. Some slight and small steps sounded from all directions.

Silby narrowed his eyes. He noticed the hostile mental fields in the air and quickened his pace. Those people behind him came up reluctantly.

I don't know who blew out the brazier in the rat path. This action is like blowing a battle horn. Suddenly, the burning braziers in the rat path all went out.

Sylby and DORO immediately fell into darkness under Pandora.

Around a pair of light and a pair of quiet eyes, like hungry mice, Duoluo can not help shaking.

In the dark, at least forty witches surrounded sylby. He couldn't help laughing coldly. In order to make him submit, the owner of the Colosseum really paid a lot of money.

Step back, put your hands together and plan to cast.

But just then, someone laughed in the dark.

"If you just refuse him, maybe next time you go to the Colosseum, he will trip you secretly." A man's voice came from his side: "it's normal to poison, change opponents, or even find someone to fight."

The brazier was lit up again.

In the light, a blonde man came out slowly from the exit on the other side of the rat path. He was about 30 years old, tall and extremely heroic, with broad shoulders, a red cloak and a lion embroidered on his chest. On his belt made of calf leather, there was a silver sword inlaid with ruby.

Although he had never seen him before, Silby recognized him at a glance.

It surprised him a lot.

Godric Gryffindor!

He has been in Pandora for three months now. He is not the young prince who just came out of the kingdom of Aragon. Of course, he knows the strength of the guy in front of him.

A man who is known as a lion is the enemy of goblins. One of the strongest wizards on the mainland. Even Slytherin in the face of him, have to look around for foreign aid.

"Why are you?" Sylby asked with some vigilance. (did the owner of the Colosseum invite Godric Gryffindor in order to make him submit?)

"I usually like to gamble a little." Gryffindor buckled the wall with a smile and said casually: "on you, I've earned at least 500 gold coins. How can I say it? Thank you for not saying it."

It's not like I'm here to find fault.

Sylby glanced behind him. He could feel the eyes that peeped at him disappear. No matter what people thought before they saw Gryffindor, they are afraid to implement it now.

But he didn't thank the man in front of him. He would rather face a mob than the world's top wizard, especially at this time. He had to get back before Slytherin woke up."What can I do for you?"

He asked politely.

"I think when you first came here, you were often beaten black and blue, but now, you have kept the unbeaten record for 30 consecutive games. How did you do it?" Gryffindor looked at him with great interest.

"If it's you, maybe 300 games can be maintained."

Sylby laughed.

"I'm not talking about winning, I'm talking about your ability to learn."

Gryffindor pointed to the back: "two months ago, you didn't have much magic, but in the last duel, you used potions, transfigurations, incantations, almost astrology. How do you remember so much magic so quickly

"I'm sorry I can't answer."

Said Silby, and he left Gryffindor in a hurry with DORO. He really didn't know how to answer Gryffindor's question. If he claimed that he was gifted, it would be a little too indifferent.

A few steps later, Gryffindor's cry came from behind: "you've been marked by Slytherin, but that doesn't mean you've been his man all your life."

Sylby looked back at Gryffindor. "And then?" He asked.

"I can see a kind of courage from you. It's very similar to me. I think what I want to do is that although ten thousand people stop me, I will still go."

Gryffindor looked at him sincerely: "I know you are working for Slytherin. You take care of his daily affairs every day. You can only slip out at night. It's not easy and unfair."

"There has never been any fairness." Sylby shook his head. "You know better than I do."

"I know, but you can choose."

Gryffindor reached out and said, "come to me and do things for me. I won't treat you as Slytherin did. I won't give you any compulsive restraint, and I won't let you even participate in the wizard duel secretly. "

"Oh?"

Sylby tilted his head. I have to say that Godric Gryffindor's blue eyes are easy to be liked. This man's attitude is different from Slytherin's, he is like the sun at noon, warm and warm, in contrast, Slytherin is like the moon at night, cool and mysterious.

He rolled up his sleeve and showed his arm - there was a green snake.

"Do you have a way to get rid of it?"

Gryffindor looked at sylby's arm and sighed, "I'm sorry, I can't. This strange Curse spell is what Salazar Slytherin is good at, but it's not what I'm good at

After a pause, he said: "however, believe me, I will make a deal with him, I will take out enough to make his heart beat, let him take the initiative to unlock the magic for you."

"For example?" "What price would you give up pursuing queen Pandora?" asked Silby with a smile

"This..."

Gryffindor obviously hesitated.

Sylby laughed and shook his head.

"You know, I come to Pandora these days, meet all the witches, half of them are full of praise for you. I think that you must be outstanding in some aspects, so I want to ask you a question. If your answer satisfies me, I'll be your subordinate

"What's the problem?" Gryffindor immediately became serious.

"Why are there witches in the world?" Asked Silby, looking at Gryffindor with burning eyes.

Gryffindor was stunned. He didn't expect that the seemingly young boy in front of him asked such a "big" question.

He felt his chin, pondered for a long time, and said slowly, "because there must be someone who can take more responsibility." Gryffindor looked at sylby: "the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility."

"Why a wizard?" Sylby repeated his question.

Gryffindor was a little surprised. He frowned: "it's an ability, a profession, no different from cooks, blacksmiths, carpenters."

"You still haven't answered my question."

There was a glimmer of disappointment in sylby's eyes. He stared at Gryffindor tightly: "Why are there witches in the world?"

His eyes were burning, as if an arc of light was jumping and shining, which made Gryffindor feel slightly dazzling: "he couldn't understand why the young man in front of him asked such a question. I can't answer, I can only say, it's... It's a gift. "

"Do you think it's a random talent?" Sylby asked at once.

"If you look at most witches, it's true."

Gryffindor said dryly, "this talent is random. The wizard family may have Squibs, and the Muggle family may have wizards."

Sylby laughed, stepped back, shook his head, and looked disappointed. Seeing his expression, Gryffindor asked, "why, can't my answer satisfy you?"

"Not at all."

"If it's all random, what's the difference between following you or Slytherin?" he said calmlyWith that, he gave DORO a push.

"Go."

DORO follows the gray haired boy in a daze. Just now, when Silby and Gryffindor are talking, he just hears what they are saying.