Chapter 368

Seeing the defeat of olead, Slytherin's fighting spirit suddenly dropped to the bottom. Sure enough, Gryffindor defeated his powerful general in less than ten moves.

They focused their eyes on Slytherin in green robe. The king on the opposite side had already done it, while the king on their own side was still sitting on the high platform.

In the face of that kind of power, most people are afraid that they will only be reduced to cannon fodder. Now, they can only hope that this wizard, as famous as Gryffindor, can work miracles.

But Slytherins was not moved, he said coldly: "bamon, Daniel, Clemens, you three take turns to go up, consume his spirit."

The legs of the three guys named by Slytherin were all weak. They looked at Slytherin in horror: "we are... We are just afraid that we are not their opponents."

"As long as you can dissipate his power, I can't do without your credit after it's done. That's good." Slytherin said calmly.

"But in case, in case of death?"

A wizard who was named by him hesitated and said, "it's useless to take more credit for death."

"After losing, as long as you call out the red invitation and admit defeat, he won't kill you." Slytherin looked at Gryffindor and said firmly, "he's too confident. He's not a murderer at all."

Hearing Slytherin's words, and thinking of Gryffindor's past deeds, the three men who were named were relieved, and they walked out of the arena one after another.

However, it only took less than five minutes for the three Slytherin players to lose completely. They were beaten into Muggles and abandoned their armor. None of them could make it through 20 moves in Gryffindor's hands.

Slytherin is also very persistent. No matter how many people lose, he will send people into the arena to consume Gryffindor's physical strength.

But Gryffindor is like an indefatigable machine, keeping vigorous energy from the beginning to the end. After more than ten rounds of fierce fighting, he did not even breathe disorderly.

As Slytherin said, as long as surrender, and hand over the red invitation, he will not kill. In fact, from the beginning of the fight until now, he has not killed a single person, and his hands are almost to the end.

This makes Silby feel that this man is powerful, but at the same time, he can't help admiring him. If the former olead relied on the roots to absorb the nutrients of the dead and satisfy his own fighting, then this guy is purely relying on his own strength and standing on the challenge arena.

Moreover, this man has some noble temperament, strong but tolerant, maybe he will really be an excellent king.

But...

Silby's eyes can't help but float to the queen Pandora who is sitting in the chariot. Since the beginning of the fight, she hasn't made any sound, expressed any opinions, and her eyes have no waves, just like everything that happened in the arena has nothing to do with her.

What's the situation?

Sylby's brow was locked, and everyone could see that Gryffindor had a real king's demeanor, so why she didn't care.

She chose to start the game, not in order to screen out the best king?

Curiosity was boiling in sylby's heart, and the innate spirit of inquiring was tormenting him. He was eager to know what was going on in the woman's mind.

Finally, after Slytherin's last man was defeated. Godric Gryffindor's red invitation has been piled as high as a hill.

On the high stage of Gryffindor's red camp, the atmosphere is as warm as the tide. It is true that Godric Gryffindor has defeated more than a dozen opponents in a row. In any case, the energy consumption is huge. Slytherin is willing to work with ease, so he must have an advantage in physical strength and magic.

But the spirit brought by more than a dozen victories in a row is also true. Under the sadness of Slytherin, the people on Gryffindor's side are almost waving flags and beating gongs and drums.

On the challenge arena, the last one left with his tail between his legs. Gryffindor graciously put away the sword, looked at Slytherin, and asked, "when are you going to do it?"

Slytherin didn't move.

Looking at the high platform like an old monk, he didn't blink.

"Hey, old snake, are you going to let your allies work hard?"

There was a shrill laugh from Gryffindor.

"Where did you recruit these mobs? I'm afraid I didn't sell out all the snakes at home. "

A mockery of the Gryffindor camp.

Slytherin remained unmoved, as if petrified.

"Hey, Salazar, look at me!"

At this time, a guy on Gryffindor's side jumped up, twisted his waist on the high platform, wriggled his hands on the top of his head, pretended to be a snake - and made a flickering sound in his mouth.

His performance won applause from Gryffindor, and even the guards of Pandora's palace laughed under their armor.

But Salazar Slytherin was still motionless.Wait, is he really motionless?

Standing behind Slytherin, Silby's keen insight made him aware of something different. A gust of wind, Slytherin sitting on the high platform of the body slightly shaking up, it is not the clothes were blown by the wind dance, but his body in the left and right swing. It seems that the body suddenly lost its weight and became an empty shell.

This...

sylby's eyes widened.

Whoo!

The wind suddenly increased, and Slytherin's body shook violently on the high platform, then fell to the ground and rolled twice.

"Hoo Hoo"

Qi Qi Qi, the wizard at Gryffindor tower, stepped back. Let out a cry of surprise. The enchanted wizard over there, pretending to be a snake, was shocked and did not move.

In the arena,

Gryffindor suddenly opened his eyes!

He raised the goblin's sword, swung a full moon and chopped around his body.

Hula, a sword failed.

Click!!

With the sound of the ground breaking.

A man suddenly jumped out of the ground. He stretched out his hand, and the palm of his hand was a big green snake.

His green robe is tight to the iron body, which is shining with the luster of snake scale. His neck is even like a king cobra, with an arc-shaped skin, which is very exaggerated.

It was Slytherin who left an empty shell on the high platform by using the technique of snake sloughing, but he got into the ground and waited for the opportunity to move.

Between lightning and stone, the big green snake in Slytherin's palm bit Gryffindor's neck and couldn't hide at all.

At this moment, the hearts of all the watching witches, including sylby, beat violently, just like walking in the dark and bumping into ghosts.

Godric Gryffindor was caught unprepared by the long planned attack, and his throat was bitten by the green snake on the spot, splashing blood.

Gryffindor's reaction was also very fast. He immediately raised his sword and drew an arc without hesitation.

Click!

One sword cut off the snake's head and cut off the hair on his forehead.

In the flash of light, he retreated crazily, covered his neck, tore off the green snake's head and threw it on the ground.

Rao is so, the venom contained in the snake's head also makes him look blue, and the blood vessels on his neck are blue.

He covered his neck and coughed violently on the ground. The chest heaved violently, in his fingers, the blood seeped down drop by drop.

This is Godric Gryffindor's first injury in more than a dozen games. Slytherin hit the man hard with his hand.

"Hum hum..."

Slytherin, dressed in a green robe, slowly came out of the broken ground with a cold smile on his mouth.

The stands were silent.

Then, fried the pan in general.

All the witches in Gryffindor's camp were lying on the platform, shouting in horror: "Godric! Godric, are you ok? "

"Godric, cheer up!"

Slytherin shook the blood of his fingers coldly and turned his head.

The call from the stands was immediately silent and silent again.

Then Slytherin pointed to the man who twisted his waist and pretended to be a snake. Gave him a "you're dead" look.

The man was paralyzed on the ground on the spot. He was scared by a look, and his heart was broken. His excrement and urine came down.

Good guy.

Sylby thought with a lingering fear that he had looked at Slytherin highly before, but now, he thinks that Slytherin's danger level in his heart will be raised to a higher level.

"It's really great."

The sound of a cracked Gong came from the arena.

Godric Gryffindor slowly stood up from the ground. At this time, his neck had been stained into cyan black by snake venom, which looked terrible. But around his neck, there was a row of gold runes to stop the spread of the venom, which made Gryffindor look like wearing a cyan scarf.

He moved his neck, picked up the goblin sword from the ground, and said with a hoarse smile, "Salazar, you are still as good as ever."

"That's all you have to do."

Salazar Slytherin sneered, "you're not dead yet."

"Wizard duels, at least, are traditional, Salazar."

The poisoned Gryffindor bent down slowly and held the goblin sword high above his head. In the sunshine, the sword body burst into flames.

Then, he put away his sword and put it between his eyebrows. His momentum rose wildly, far beyond any moment before.

"What's the use of tradition? I just want to win, Gryffindor."

Slytherin sneered and hissed.

"I want to win with dignity."

Said Gryffindor.

He disappeared.Is it gone?

Sylby's eyes were spinning wildly, radar scanning the field.

No, it's too fast to keep up.

Slytherin did not want to, directly opened his neck like a cobra like protective cover, formed a shield around his body.

Dang!!

With a loud bang.

Gryffindor cut his sword on the back of King Cobra. The black and red scales blocked Gryffindor's sword.

Sparks splashed all over the floor.

Although blocked the sharp sword, but the huge force pressure Slytherin crazy retreat.

Gryffindor is reluctant to give up. He is even more like an angry lion when he is poisoned than before.

The open and close attack was dazzling, and the snake bone shield protecting Slytherin was chopped up in an instant.

Wipe it!

With the last punch.

Slytherin's shield was squashed.

But in this moment.

Salazar Slytherin glared.

"Dead!"

At this moment, his green eyes turned into a strange orange, in which the dark vertical pupil contained a strange light that could attract people's soul.

Dead words just came out.

Gryffindor retreated wildly. In the process of retreating, he closed his eyes. "Close your eyes, don't look at him!" he said

But it's a bit late.

At this moment, all the people who looked directly into Salazar Slytherin's yellow eyes, whether they were guards, witches, or maids, fell down and died of bleeding.

And those who turn their heads not in time, the body instantly petrified, into a stone.

Only a second, Slytherin is in front of a fan-shaped area of people, fell 7788, almost all out.

The only few people standing were also with their eyes closed and their legs trembling like chaff. The death machete that passed by almost floated over their heads.

This time, even queen Pandora closed her eyes.

The bald Herald, who had been smiling all the time, finally stopped laughing. His forehead was sweating, and his palm trembled. He took out his handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat on his head.

Sylby's high platform, with its back to Slytherin, was not much affected.

But sylby's eyes were closed and his heart was pounding.

On the one hand, he was terrified. What magic it was, what magic it was. If Salazar Slytherin had used this magic on him before, he would have been a corpse.

After a terrible gaze, Salazar Slytherin slowly closed his eyes, and red blood flowed from the corners of his eyes. When he opened his eyes, his eyes turned green.

However, no one saw this scene, because no one dared to open their eyes no matter in the stands or in the arena.

Above the stands, Gryffindor's eyes were closed. He gritted his teeth and trembled. He asked, "eye of the basilisk, Banshee gaze, where did you get this strange blood?"

"You're not the one with the old magic."

Slytherin touched the vertical scar on his face and said coldly, "these three years, I remember the gift you gave me."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Gryffindor closed his eyes and laughed. He swallowed. "But you're not a basilisk after all."

He closed his eyes, holding a sword, slowly around Slytherin circle. "It must be a great burden for your body to use your own blood."

"It's just your speculation," Slytherin said with a smile. "If you really think so, why don't you open your eyes and make sure."

"Oh, Salazar."

Gryffindor laughed. "Who told you I need my eyes to fight?"

With that, Gryffindor stepped on the ground, and the whole ground was burning. In the flames, Gryffindor pulled out a silver magic from his arms and raised his hand: "twelve pillars of Monroe!"

Boom boom!

Twelve ancient stone pillars were erected in the arena.

The stone pillar was dignified and dilapidated. On the top of each pillar stood a strange looking spirit. There were angry faces, benevolent faces, arrogant faces, and worried faces...

Slytherin suddenly changed his face when he saw the twelve pillars.

"Fire."

Gryffindor closed his eyes.

The golden Rune on the arm radiates a dazzling brilliance.

The twelve ancient gods opened their mouths one after another and spewed out flames from their mouths. The flames everywhere turned the whole arena into a sea of fire, but the flames had no temperature to speak of.

Remorse, impulse, desire, delusion... Slytherin only felt that countless emotions poured into his mind one after another, which made his tormented desires insane. He knelt down and looked at his palm. His body was like a candle, melting slowly in the endless flame.He screamed, and his voice came all the way.

Silby opened his eyes slightly and saw twelve stone pillars standing on the arena. The gods on the pillars opened their mouths and did nothing, but Slytherin was holding his head in the pillar and rolling wildly, as if there were invisible people in the pillar cutting his flesh with a knife.

This magic is totally different from any magic that Searle has seen before. It's older and more mysterious, and it's different from the power of a wizard.

In front of that magic, even Slytherin would stop wailing.

At this moment, looking at such a powerful Gryffindor, Silby secreted a large amount of adrenaline, biting his lips excitedly and shivering all over.

That's right!

That's right!!

That's it!

Is that the boy I saw in my dream?

Sylby thought of the dream he had, the dream that led him out of Aragon and looked around.

The boy with his back to himself, like a mountain.

Is that you? Godric Gryffindor.

Such magic, such magic, if you can defeat him, you must be able to stand on a high mountain and overlook the world.

He couldn't help laughing and clenching his fists. Then he sat down with his knees crossed, closed his eyes and began to rest.

In the duel arena, Gryffindor was pale with a magic wand.

Obviously, in front of the wizard of Slytherin's level, he also took out his magic of pressing the bottom of the box.

The scream in my ear was very sad, but at this moment, Gryffindor still did not dare to open his eyes. He didn't believe his old opponent Slytherin would be so easily destroyed by the spell. He pulled out the goblin sword, took a deep breath, and said, "let's win in one round."

With that, he closed his eyes, dragged a silver sword, and rushed to Slytherin, who was crying with his head in his arms.

The scream came to an abrupt end.

All the pain on Slytherin's face was swept away. He closed his brain directly and blocked the flow of all emotions.

He got up from the ground and pulled out his wand. The wand was bent into a poisonous tooth. He held it in his hand. Without expression, he thrust straight into Gryffindor's temple.

Although Gryffindor did not open his eyes, he noticed the end of the scream and imminent death.

He gritted his teeth and kept on walking, but he got faster and faster.

The goblin's sword was shining in the sun.

Queen Pandora straightened up and breathed a little.

Silby woke up from the rest and looked at the two figures in the arena. They didn't seem to want to avoid each other's attack.

What's this for? Are these two guys going to die together?

Closer, closer!

The cold light of the sword tip and the poison dripping from the fangs seemed to touch each other in an instant.

After all, Gryffindor's sword is longer.

Slytherin left without emotion. Within a second, his face changed. But a second later, he decisively removed the fangs, side of the body, let go of Gryffindor's blade.

Even so, there was a small gap on his neck, and the blood slowly seeped out.

Queen Pandora's straight back softened slowly. Silby shook his head. The witches in the stands on both sides seemed relieved.

Gryffindor put his sword around Slytherin's neck. His hair was full of hair and his chest was full of ups and downs. But his face was filled with an irrepressible smile: "Sa... Salazar... This time, ha ha, this time I won again."

Are you not afraid of death?

Slytherin rattled his teeth. "If I just don't stop, we're all going to die!"

"Yes." Gryffindor held up his sword and gave a warm smile: "but I know, Salazar, you think you are more important than anyone else. How can you die with me?"

"Yes, yes."

Slytherin also smile, but this smile more or less with some helpless meaning in it, he said: "really can, Gryffindor, Ronnie had advised me not to fight with the madman, and really her truth."

"Shh

Gryffindor whistled, his chest heaved violently, but his sword was steady: "that's what Ronnie said about me. Oh, I really envy you for chatting with her. When I was young, I pursued her so long that she didn't give me a chance. "

"You are too reckless, Gryffindor. Maybe no one will marry you except the queen behind you. "

Salazar Slytherin sighed, turned around and said cleanly, "I lost. If you want to be king like this, you can be king."