The red-haired man was triumphant in the ring. On the Slytherin side, a tall and thin old man stood up quietly. He took out a potion bottle from his arms and took a sip.

Then, he moved his neck and walked down the high platform.

When she passed by Sylby, she heard the man's low sarcasm: "Trash."

Silby didn't argue. He came to Tyra who was about to feel dizzy and squatted down with a smile: "Okay, what a big deal."

Tatora looked at Sylby angrily and gritted his teeth, "You are playing tricks on us!"

Tatara said angrily. As Silby's subordinate, he secretly accompanied him to the Rat Road Colosseum at night. Tatara knew the strength of this young man better than anyone else. It was precisely because of this that he was better than anyone else.

All angry.

"Look more open."

Silby patted his shoulder nonchalantly and returned to Slytherin, standing behind him as if nothing happened.

"Is this how you win thirty games?"

Slytherin asked him happily.

"I'm not in good shape today." Silby sighed slightly: "I played too hard at night and didn't even take a break."

"Okay, okay, okay!"

Slytherin hissed: "It's really amazing. He has learned to be passive and slack in work."

"No,"

Silbinunu said: "His territory is not as good as the Rat Road Iron Cage. The Rat Road Iron Cage is protected on all sides, so you can't fall out no matter how hard you fall. But this place is a bit too small, and I can't get used to it for a while."

"snort!"

Slytherin looked at him and snorted coldly.

He didn't even bother to expose his perfunctory behavior anymore. He had already made up his mind in his heart that when this happened, he would never keep this "servant" anymore. This guy was too thoughtful and too opinionated. What was even more difficult to control was that he

He is very secretive about his true thoughts and almost never takes the initiative to express them.

Slytherin hates others treating him as a fool, and he doesn't want anyone to be stronger than him in the world. Whether he is Gryffindor, Silby, or anyone else, he hopes that when others mention this era,

All I can remember is Salazar Slytherin, the greatest wizard.

In the arena, the tall and thin old man handed his red invitation to the bald herald with an expressionless expression.

Then he stood opposite the eyeing red-haired man, and slowly took off his robe, revealing his skinny body. How skinny was he? Looking from behind, Silby could almost see his completely bulging penis.

There are also red scars from burns on his spine.

But Silby did not dare to look down on this skinny old man. On the contrary, his eyes became solemn because he could feel a surging but weird natural force in the old man's body.

He took off a necklace from his chest, opened it, took out a seed-like thing, raised his head and drank it.

Suddenly, his aging body straightened step by step, and at the same time, he became vegetative step by step. His muscle fibers became thicker and longer, eventually forming plants, and even bursting out one by one. His facial features became rough,

The soles of the feet continued to extend downward, and finally got stuck into the ground.

"That's Olead! The renegade wizard of the Druid sect."

Someone exclaimed: "He actually received an invitation letter. It is rumored that he was burned to death by church members more than ten years ago. Unexpectedly, he is still alive."

The red-haired man no longer dared to stand up. He took out the beating black heart again and applied the black blood it secreted on his body. Along with the lingering black energy, he turned into a ferocious tiger, roaring.

He pounced on the tree man in the center of the ring.

Click!

The tiger pounced on the tree trunk, and the weight of hundreds of kilograms bent the tree trunk. Then it opened its huge mouth and bit the trunk. It scratched with its sharp claws and the wood chips it caught flew everywhere.

The tree trunk bent more and more seriously, and finally it made an ominous squeaking sound and was about to break.

But at this moment, the tree trunk, which had been bent to the extreme, suddenly rebounded forward.

Like a taut spring returning to its original shape.

Not only that, during the rebound process, countless slender or thick branches stabbed out like sharp swords. The swish stabs hit the tiger's body and came out through the body.

The red-haired man let out a pitiful whimper, and then fell silent. A forked branch penetrated his throat and tore his vocal cords.

It took almost only two seconds for the evil tiger, which had been so arrogant just now, to be stabbed into a sieve by countless branches in the blink of an eye.

It hung miserably in the air, and its blood flowed down the branches like a stream to the ground.

This is the first time this match has seen blood.

The tree trunk bent slowly but resolutely.

Putting the body of the red-haired man on the ground, he dragged the dense branches behind him and pulled them out of the man's body. The vines spread up silently, and Olead took root deeply in the soil and looked around.

The bald herald immediately raised his hand and said with a smile: "Olead wins, Jones is out."

Then, three red invitations fell into the hands of tree man Olead.

"Does anyone else want to challenge?"

The tree man spoke in a dull and thick accent, like wood hitting each other: "If not, please hand over the red invitation letter and don't block my way."

"What a joke!"

On Gryffindor's side, a northern wizard wearing a thick fur coat suddenly stood up: "Competing skills, the loser will retreat, why do you have to kill him, do you think our number is not small enough?"

Treeman Ole Adron turned around, looked at the face of the northern wizard who was speaking, and sneered: "If you are dissatisfied, you can solve it through force, and then solve the problem yourself. I don't have time to talk to you!"

Come on!

The scarred man pulled out a short scimitar from his waist, "Let's compete, who is afraid of whom?"

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

The branches on Olead's body were frozen in an instant, but he was not to be outdone. He shook off the frost on his body and shook off countless seeds. The seeds took root on the ground and turned the entire arena into a

A forest of thorns grew.

"You can't sit, stand, or lie down here!"

Olead rumbled, "No one can kill me in the bushes."

"Fart you!"

In the cold mist, the man shouted,

He took out a glass ball from his pocket again. The glass ball shattered, and a huge snowball fell from the sky, hitting Olead's tree body, flooding him with white.

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

Everyone in the Gryffindor camp stood up, clapped, and cheered loudly.

Silby stared at the arena with burning eyes. The wizard who came on stage this time should be a person with high attainments in conjuration, but he was not powerful enough to control the spell freely, so he could only install the spell in

In the glass ball.

However, if it was only to this extent, he should not be able to defeat Olead. The reason was very simple to Silby. He could see traces of magic in that man's spell and even deduce its composition. If he was given time,

He thought he could optimize those spells.

But Olead's power is more like a kind of talent, something naturally formed. It is difficult for him to analyze and imitate, and it is also more changeable.

Sure enough, just as the wizards on the Gryffindor side all applauded.

The northern wizard holding a scimitar suddenly knelt on the ground, covered his throat, fell to the ground, rolled his eyes, and twitched.

This sudden change caught everyone by surprise.

Silby frowned, and after thinking for a moment, he understood the reason. The thorns growing on the ground were all poisonous. During the first wave of attacks by the Northern Wizards, they were accidentally scratched by poisonous leaves. At this moment, the poison took effect.

Lost combat effectiveness.

Outside the arena, the bald herald raised his hand with a smile, "Olead wins, Cromo is eliminated."

A look of joy appeared on Slytherin's face.

The out-of-control ice and snow gradually faded away, revealing Olead's body crushed in half by the snowball. He seemed to have suffered some trauma. However, the power of killing two people in a row was still there, so no one dared to step forward.

After this victory, the old tree man named Olead received four red invitations. What was even more frightening was that after two rounds of fierce battles, his bent body gradually returned to normal.

Not only did it return to normal, it also took root deeply in the ground. The trunk became thicker and thicker, the branches became denser and denser, and dense red leaves grew on the branches.

Silby soon discovered the reason. The wizards killed by Olead before were all dragged underground silently by his branches. Their blood and nutrients were all lost to this strange tree man.

After being absorbed, no wonder he dared to appear so early. The reason is that he can become braver as he fights. The more people die, the stronger he becomes.

Other wizards also noticed Olead's strangeness.

Even Slytherin looked at him with fear. The wizarding world is full of crouching tigers, hidden dragons, and it is difficult to guarantee that a dark horse will not appear halfway and sweep away everyone.

If he fails and is killed, not only will he lose his throne as king, but he will even become his nourishment. Who dares to do this?

Just when everyone was afraid to step forward, Gryffindor, who was sitting on the high platform opposite, stood up. He smiled, held the silver elf sword, and slowly walked down the high platform.

Everyone has heard of Godric Gryffindor's name, his bravery, his recklessness, and his strength. When he finally chose to appear on the stage, all the chirping in the stands on both sides stopped.

Even Queen Pandora, who had no expression on her face, straightened her back at this moment and looked at the blond man in the red cloak without blinking.

The red cloak rustled behind him, and he came to Olead, who had grown into a towering tree, and looked up at him.
To be continued...