Chapter 365

The red haired man was elated in the challenge arena. On Slytherin's side, a tall and thin old man stood up quietly. He took a potion bottle out of his arms and gulped it.

Then he moved his neck and walked down the stage.

As he passed by, Silby heard the man's deep sarcasm: "trash."

Sylby didn't argue. He came to the dizzy Tara and squatted down with a smile: "well, what a big deal."

DORO looked at sylby angrily, gripping his teeth. "You're playing with us!"

DORO angrily said that as a member of Silby's staff, he secretly accompanied him to the rat road arena at night. DORO knew the strength of the young man better than anyone else. That's why he was more angry than anyone else.

"Take a look."

Silby patted him on the shoulder indifferently and returned to Slytherin, standing behind him as if nothing had happened.

"That's how you won 30 games?"

Slytherin asked him happily.

"Not today." Sylby sighed, "I played too hard at night and didn't have a rest."

"Good, good, good!"

Slytherin hissed: "it's really powerful. I've learned to go slow."

"No,"

silbinunu said: "his site is no better than the cage of rat road. The cage of rat road is protected on all sides, and I can't fall out no matter how hard I fall, but this place is a little too small. I can't get used to it for a while."

"Hum!"

Slytherin looked at him with a cold hum.

He is not even willing to expose his perfunctoriness. He has made up his mind to wait for this matter. He can never keep this "servant". This guy is too deep-minded and has a strong opinion. What's more difficult is that he keeps his true thoughts secret and almost never takes the initiative to express them.

Slytherin hates others to treat him as a fool, and he doesn't want anyone stronger than himself in the world, whether he is Gryffindor, Silby or anyone else. He hopes that when people mention this era, there is only one person he can remember - Salazar Slytherin, the greatest wizard.

On the arena, the tall and thin old man gave his red invitation to the bald Herald.

Then he stood opposite the covetous red haired man and slowly took off his robe, revealing his bony body. How thin is it? From his back, Silby can almost see his fully raised spine and red scars of burns.

But Silby didn't dare to look down upon the thin old man. On the contrary, his eyes were dignified, because he could feel a surging but strange force of nature in the old man's body.

He took off a necklace from his chest, opened it, took out a seed like thing from it, looked up and took it down.

All of a sudden, his aging body straightened step by step, and at the same time, it became vegetative step by step. His muscle fibers became thicker and longer, and eventually formed plants, and even burst out one by one. His facial features become thick, and the soles of his feet continue to extend downward, and finally get stuck in the ground.

"That's Oread! A rebel Wizard of the Druids. "

Someone exclaimed: "he even received the invitation letter. It is said that he was burned to death by church people more than ten years ago. Unexpectedly, he was still alive."

Red haired man no longer dare to hold big, he took out the beating black heart again, and smeared the black blood secreted by it on his body. With the swirling black air, he became a ferocious tiger, roaring and rushing to the tree man in the middle of the challenge arena.

Click!

The tiger pounced on the tree trunk and bent it down with the weight of several hundred kilograms. Then it opened its mouth and bit the tree trunk. It scratched with its sharp claws and caught sawdust flying.

The more serious the trunk bends, the more serious it bends. At last, it makes an unknown squeak, and it's about to break.

But at this moment, the tree trunk, bent to the extreme, bounced forward.

It's like a tight spring.

Not only that, in the process of rebound, countless roots or slender, or thick branches stab out like a sword. Swish swish hit the tiger's body, through the body and out.

The red haired man let out a sad whimper, and then there was no sound. A forked branch penetrated his throat and tore his vocal cords.

It took almost two seconds for the tiger to become a sieve in the blink of an eye.

It was tragically hanging in the air, blood along the branches like a stream in general crash flow on the ground.

It's the first time blood has been seen in this game.

The trunk bends slowly but firmly.

The red haired man's body was put on the ground, and the thick branches were pulled out from the man's body. The vines quietly spread up, and Oread deeply rooted in the soil and looked around.

The baldheaded Herald immediately raised his hand and said with a smile, "oleard wins, Jones is out."Then, three red invitation letters fell into the hands of olead.

"Anyone else want to challenge?"

Tree people issued a dull and thick accent, such as wood impact: "if not, please hand in the red invitation, don't get in my way."

"You're kidding

On Gryffindor's side, a northern wizard in a thick fur coat stood up fiercely and said, "if you want to learn skills, the loser will retreat. Why do you want to kill people? Do you think we are not enough?"

Aolaiadlunlong turned around, looked at the wizard's face and sneered: "if you are dissatisfied, you can solve it by force, and then you can solve it by yourself. I don't have time to talk to you!"

Here we go!

Scar man took out a short machete from his waist, "compare, who is afraid of who?"

He jumped into the arena and threw a glass ball under his body. The glass ball broke and the cold air covered the arena like the tide.

The branches of olead's body were frozen in an instant, but he was not willing to be outdone. He shook the frost on his body, and at the same time shook off countless seeds, which took root and made the whole arena grow into a thorn forest.

"You can't sit here, you can't stand here, you can't lie here!"

"No one is going to kill me in the Bush," he said

"Fart you!"

In the cold fog, the man yelled,

he took out a glass ball from his pocket again. The glass ball broke, and a large snowball fell from the sky and hit olead's tree body. The white covered him.

For a while, there was no movement under the snow.

People in Gryffindor's camp stood up, clapped and cheered.

Sylby's eyes were staring at the field. The wizard who came on the court this time should be a man with high attainments in incantation, but he was not strong enough to control the incantation freely, so he could only put the incantation in a glass ball.

However, if only to this extent, he should not be able to defeat olead. The reason is that Silby thinks it is very simple. He can see the magic trace of the man's incantation, and even infer its composition. If he is given time, he thinks he can optimize those incantations.

But the power of olead is more like a kind of talent, something formed naturally. It's hard for him to analyze and imitate. At the same time, it's more changeable.

Sure enough, when the wizard over Gryffindor cheered.

The northern wizard with a machete suddenly knelt on the ground, covered his throat, rolled his eyes, and twitched.

The shock was unexpected.

Sylby frowned and thought for a moment, then he knew the reason. The thorns growing on the ground were poisonous. During the first attack of the northern wizard, he was accidentally scratched by the poisonous leaves. At this moment, the poison broke out and he lost his fighting power.

Outside the arena, bareheaded Herald smilingly raised his hand, "OLE adewin, CroMo out."

There was a touch of joy on Slytherin's face.

Losing control of the ice and snow gradually faded, revealing the body of Oread who was crushed in two by the snowball. He also seems to have suffered some trauma. But the power of killing them is still there, which makes them dare not come forward.

After the victory, the old man named olead saved four red invitation letters. What's more, after two rounds of fierce fighting, his bent body gradually returned to normal.

Not only returned to normal, he also deeply rooted in the ground, the trunk became thicker and thicker, the branches became denser and denser, and dense red leaves grew on the branches.

Sylby soon found out the reason. All the witches killed by Oread before were quietly dragged into the ground by his branches. Their blood and nutrients were absorbed by this strange tree man. No wonder he dared to fight so early. The reason is that the more he fought, the braver he was. The more people died, the stronger he was.

Other witches also discovered the strangeness of Oread.

Even Slytherin looked at him with fear. In the wizard world, crouching tiger, hidden dragon, it's hard to guarantee that it won't kill a black horse halfway and sweep everyone.

If you fail and are killed, you will not only lose your throne, but also become his nourishment. Who dares to go up?

Just as everyone was afraid to step forward, Gryffindor, sitting on the opposite platform, stood up. He smiles, holding the silver goblin sword, slowly down the stage.

Everyone has heard of Godric Gryffindor, his bravery, his recklessness, and his toughness. When he finally chose to appear on the stage, the chirping of the stands on both sides stopped.

Even the expressionless queen Pandora, at the moment, straightens her back and looks at the blonde man in the red cloak without blinking.

The red cloak rustled behind him. He came to olead, who had grown into a towering tree, and looked up at him.

"Do you give up or do you want me to do it myself?"

"You're kidding, Godric." The old tree man Jie Jie said with a smile: "others are afraid of you, but I'm not afraid of you. The goblin's sword is really unique in fighting against black magic, but what I use is not black magic.""Well, indeed, is it anaglyphics?" Gryffindor nodded with admiration: "you are unique. How about you? Are you interested in doing things under my command? Your ability should not be buried in Slytherin's hands."

As soon as this was said, Slytherin's face turned green on the high stage. Silby thought that Gryffindor, who is a guy, has been digging Slytherin's corner all the time.

"I'm not following him. I just don't like your arrogant and troubling personality."

The old man creaked his bow and said, "we witches have survived so far. We all rely on low-key survival and wisdom."

With that, he spiraled. Every branch or vine turned into a deadly machete, cutting across Gryffindor's body.

Gryffindor stepped on the ground quickly and decisively. The ground trembled like an earthquake of magnitude 8. The people in the stands on both sides were shaken, and the whole arena was completely broken, revealing the tangled roots under me.

Gravel flying, he quickly took out the goblin's sword, chopped to those who were wrapped in the root of the body, quickly became a mirage.

Sylby praised himself, worthy of Gryffindor, and realized the key at a glance. As long as the roots of the tree were destroyed, it would be difficult for Oread to sustain the loss of nutrients.

He would not wait to die. His roots dragged the bodies of two people and dived down quickly. On the other hand, he lifted up the branches and stuck them on the ground, forming one obstacle after another, blocking Gryffindor's way.

Gryffindor waved the goblin's sword in a big way, and all the branches that blocked him were cut off by him. The cut branches and seeds all shed red blood.

"With this ability, you should unite with us and stop killing each other!" In the fierce battle, Gryffindor still took out energy to win over the other side.

"Don't look down on people, wait until you win!" he growled

With his roar, the branches cut by Gryffindor are all alive. They grow branches and feet. They run to Gryffindor and explode violently, exploding purple poisonous smoke in the air.

In the stands, Silby immediately covered his nose and shook his head. His whole head was quickly covered by a mass of water. He didn't want to be hurt in the battle.

In the arena, Gryffindor's line of sight is blurred and his pace slows down.

Then, countless vines caught up with him and wound around his hand holding the goblin sword. After binding his arm, Oread straightened up and cut off a branch into a huge and sharp wooden knife. He wanted to cut off Gryffindor's sword holding arm.

Gryffindor smiles between the lightning and flint. He lost the goblin's sword, his hands were covered with fire, and the fire on his arms changed from red to hot blue, and burned from the vine to the main body of Oread.

Sylby's eyes were fixed on the flame, and his brain almost instinctively began to analyze the change and composition of the spell.

Amid the flames, olead began to scream.

Gryffindor stepped behind him with a quick sliding step. He held the guy up with his waist. He held his trunk with his hands and exerted himself on his waist.

Then, in the shocked eyes of Silby, he pulled out olaad, who was deeply rooted in the underground.

What a force it is!!

Shock is shock. After shock, Silby immediately analyzes the cause of Gryffindor's great power, which is by no means the power that human beings can possess. After a careful perception, he finds that under Gryffindor's skin, there is a magic Rune shining. Sure enough, it is also a kind of power blessing magic, and it is quite ancient and powerful magic.

We can't fight the enemy.

He immediately gave himself such an order in his mind.

In the arena, the battle went white hot.

The pulled-up olead struggled desperately, each tentacle turned into a needle, and spiraled downward to stab Gryffindor's body. The lion like man didn't dodge, and pointed to olead's chest and came out through his chest.

Sawdust flying, he fingertips with a red seed.

After the seed was taken away, the towering tree olead withered immediately, and his body shrank rapidly. In less than 30 seconds, he became shriveled and thin again, coughing and shaking on the ground.

Gryffindor released him, turned back, pulled out the goblin sword on the ground, put it on the neck of o'laiad, and said faintly: "you can not agree with my way of doing things, but you can not disagree with my sword, now, surrender, or die."

"I... submit..."

the thin old man prostrated on the ground, shaking.