Seeing Olead's defeat, the fighting spirit of everyone in Slytherin instantly dropped to the bottom. As expected, Gryffindor defeated his own powerful warrior in less than ten moves.

They focused their attention on Slytherin, who was wearing green robes. The king opposite him had taken action, but his own king was still sitting on the high platform.

In the face of that kind of power, most people are afraid that they will just become cannon fodder. Now, they can only hope that this wizard who is as famous as Gryffindor can create miracles.

But Slytherin was not moved at all. He said coldly: "Bamon, Daniel, and Clemens, the three of you will take turns to go up first and use up his energy."

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

"As long as you can wear down his power, I will not be able to do without your contribution after it is accomplished. This is what we agreed to do." Slytherin said calmly.

"But what if, what if I die?"

A wizard whose name was called by him hesitated and said: "It's useless to get more credit if you're dead."

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

"

Hearing what Slytherin said, and thinking about Gryffindor's past deeds, the three people who were named breathed a sigh of relief, and they followed the instructions and walked out of the arena one after another.

However, it only took less than five minutes for the three Slytherin players who were eliminated to be completely defeated. They were beaten into Muggles and lost their armor. None of them could survive twenty moves at the hands of Gryffindor.

.

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

Gryffindor, on the other hand, was like a tireless machine, maintaining strong energy from beginning to end. After more than ten rounds of fierce battle, he did not even have trouble breathing.

As Slytherin said, as long as he surrenders and hands over the red invitation, he will not kill anyone. In fact, from the beginning of the battle to now, he has not killed anyone, and he has almost stopped killing anyone.

This made Silby sigh with emotion at how powerful this person was, and at the same time he couldn't help but feel admiration. If the previous Olead relied on his roots to absorb the nutrients of the dead to satisfy his own fighting needs, then this guy relied purely on his own strength.

, standing on the ring.

Moreover, this man has a certain noble temperament, strong but tolerant. Maybe he will really be an excellent king.

but...

Silby's eyes couldn't help but drift to Queen Pandora who was sitting in the chariot. Since the start of the competition, she had not made any sound or expressed any opinions. Her eyes were unwavering, just like what happened in the arena.

Everything has nothing to do with her.

What is going on?

Silby frowned, everyone could see that Gryffindor had a true kingly demeanor, so why was she unmoved at all.

Didn't she choose to start this competition just to select the best king?

Curiosity boiled in Silby's heart, and his innate inquiring spirit tortured him. He eagerly wanted to know what was going on in this woman's mind.

Finally, after the last person sent by Slytherin was defeated, the red invitations owned by Godric Gryffindor were piled as high as a hill.

On the high platform of the Gryffindor red camp, the atmosphere was as warm as the tide. It is true that Godric Gryffindor defeated more than a dozen opponents in a row. In any case, the energy consumption was huge. Slytherin was waiting for work, and

He must have advantages in physical strength and magic power.

But the enthusiasm brought by more than ten consecutive victories is also real. With the Slytherin side in mourning, the Gryffindor side just waved flags and beat gongs and drums.

On the ring, the last person left dejectedly with his tail between his legs. Gryffindor put away his sword gracefully, looked at Slytherin without blushing, and asked: "When do you plan to take action?"

Slytherin remained motionless.

He looked at the high platform like an old monk in trance without blinking.

"Hey, Old Snake, are you going to make your allies sacrifice their lives?"

Someone on the Gryffindor side let out a shrill laugh.

"Where did you recruit these rabble? I'm afraid you sold all the snakes in the house."

A mockery of the Gryffindor camp.

Slytherin remained unmoved, as if petrified.

"Hey Salazar, look at me!"

At this time, a guy from Gryffindor jumped up, twisted his waist on the high platform, twisted his hands above his head, pretended to be a snake, and made a fooling sound from his mouth.

His performance won applause from the Gryffindor side, and even the Pandora Palace guards who were watching laughed under their armor.

But Salazar Slytherin remained motionless.

Wait, is he really motionless?

Silby stood behind Slytherin, and his keen insight allowed him to notice something strange. A gust of wind blew by, and Slytherin's body sitting on the high platform swayed slightly. It was not his clothes that were blown by the wind, but his body.

The body was swinging from side to side. It was as if the body suddenly lost weight and became an empty shell.

this...

Sylby's eyes widened.

call!

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

"Hoo~"

The wizards on the Gryffindor tower all took a step back and exclaimed. The wizard over there who was pretending to be a snake was startled and stopped moving.

Inside the arena

Gryffindor's eyes widened suddenly!

He raised the goblin's sword, swung it into a full moon in an instant, and slashed around his body.

Hula, the sword failed.

Click!!

Accompanied by the sound of the ground cracking.

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

His green robe was tight and iron-clad, shining with the sheen of snake scales. His neck even opened its curved skin like a king cobra, which was extremely exaggerated.

It was Slytherin who used the snake shedding technique at some point and left an empty shell on the high platform, while he went underground and waited for an opportunity.

In the blink of an eye, the green snake in Slytherin's palm bit Gryffindor's neck, leaving him unable to escape.

At this moment, the hearts of all the watching wizards, including Silby, beat violently, as scary as walking in the dark and bumping into a ghost.

This long-planned attack caught Godric Gryffindor off guard, and his throat was bitten by the green snake on the spot, splattering blood.

Gryffindor also reacted very quickly. He immediately raised his sword and drew an arc without hesitation.

Click!

He cut off the snake's head with a sword and cut off the hair on his forehead.

In the flash of lightning, he backed away crazily, covering his neck, violently tore off the green snake head biting on it, and threw it to the ground.

Even so, the venom contained in the snake's head also made his face turn blue, and the blood vessels on his neck turned purple.

He covered his neck and coughed violently on the ground. His chest heaved violently, and blood seeped out drop by drop between his fingers.

This was the first injury to Godric Gryffindor in more than a dozen games. As soon as Slytherin took action, the man was severely injured.

"Hehehehehe..."

Slytherin in green robes slowly walked out from the broken ground, with a cold smile on his lips.

The stands were silent.

Then, it was like a pot exploded.

All the wizards in the Gryffindor camp were lying on the high platform, shouting in horror: "Godric! Godric, are you okay?"

"Godric, cheer up!"

Slytherin coldly shook off the blood on his finger and turned his head to sweep it away.

The shouts from the stands immediately fell silent and became silent again.

Then, Slytherin pointed at the man who was twisting his waist and pretending to be a snake, and gave him a "You're dead" look.

The man collapsed on the ground on the spot, his liver and gallbladder splitting from the shock of that look, and he urinated and excreted.

Good guy.

Silby thought with lingering fear. He had already thought highly of Slytherin before, but now, he thought that the danger level of Slytherin in his heart would be raised to another level.

"It's really awesome."

A hoarse voice like a broken gong came from the arena.

Godric Gryffindor slowly stood up from the ground. At this time, his neck had been soaked with snake venom and turned blue-black. He looked extremely scary, but a row of golden runes appeared around his neck.

To prevent the venom from spreading, Gryffindor looked like he was wearing a purple scarf.

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

"The end justifies the means."
To be continued...