I became a sun

"Oh, I'm so glad."

Johnson laughed with great interest, and said to the white magicians with a strong fighting spirit in his eyes.

"Of course it's not for you to fight. Once you fight, the world will collapse. Instead, let your apprentices come out to fight. Whichever side wins, this sacred object will belong to that side."

Gu Yi said slowly with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth.

Dumbledore frowned at Gu Dao:

"But that holy object seems to have fallen in the middle of the battlefield between the two countries in the world."

"Then you choose one side to participate." Gu Yi said calmly.

Gu Yi didn't have any racial discrimination. He lived in the Himalayas, at the junction of the yellow race and the black race. He had contact with both races, and he didn't have too much bias.

Besides, among the seven magicians of the age of gods, there are still black people.

"Mage."

Hearing Gu Yi's words, the old man frowned slightly and felt uncomfortable, he hesitated to speak.

Of course Gu Yi knew what his father was worried about, his eyes signaled him to rest assured, and said with a smile.

"The apprentices you send down should try their best to convince the leaders of both sides of physics to end this war in a personal way, reduce casualties, and no matter which side wins, they are not allowed to massacre it."

Chapter 1 Eighty: Before the War

"I won't participate, my magic is not offensive, I can't fight you, and the six of you can just be three-on-three."

After Gu Yi explained the rules of this battle for the holy object, the last female magician from the age of gods who exuded a soft white light shook her head and said so.

The rest of the people also nodded in approval and had no objection to her words.

The meeting started hastily and ended hastily. After deciding how to deal with the cup that fell from the sky, everyone returned to their own temples.

The old man had already sent Valon there, so he didn't need to do any extra actions, and the other magicians from the Age of Gods needed to choose one of their apprentices to join the battle.

The Temple of Wands to which Dumbledore belongs.

The temple is very lively at the moment. The main square of the temple is full of mages wearing magic robes. Dumbledore is the vice-principal of the Academy of Magic, so he also has the most apprentices.

A group of people surrounded the city in a circle, leaving an open space in the middle. In the open space, two people were holding wands and facing each other.

Two are Dumbledore's eldest disciples, one is named Tom Riddle, and the other is Harry Potter.

Both sides were vigilant, seeing that the battle was about to start, at this moment, Tom made the first move.

"Avada Kedavra!!"

As he said that, Tom swung the three-meter-long, half-meter-diameter Elder Wand in his hand, and threw it at Harry Potter with the force of thunder.

Harry Potter thought that the wand in his hand could not take the blow, so he dropped the wand, his muscles exploded, and his hands crossed in front of his chest.He took it abruptly.

Under his feet, the stone floor was cracked like a spider's outer layer.

The people around them all staggered and fell to the ground without being in a hurry, and they all looked at the two people in the center of the battlefield with horrified faces.

The battle was not over yet, every swing of the old wand as thick as a house pillar in Tom's hand carried a strong hurricane.

But Harry Potter was not weak in the slightest. With a pair of fleshy hands, he was able to fight back and forth, but the damage to the square was horrific.

When Tom used his unique skill Avada Kedavra again, Harry Potter also used his unique skill to meet him.

At this moment, an old man suddenly appeared between the two of them, it was Dumbledore.

Seeing the person coming, the expressions of the two changed slightly, but it was too late to take back their moves.

Just at this thrilling moment.

"Ah!"

With Dumbledore's violent roar, the muscles all over his body swelled violently, and his clothes exploded to reveal the hideous muscles, easily blocking the moves of the two.

This is the magic practiced by the Temple of the Wand, the body modification technique.

It completely erased the weakness of magicians in the past who were weak and afraid of being approached by others. An existence like Dumbledore could easily move mountains and rocks.

"boom!"

Tom stuck the old wand in his hand, which was as thick as a pillar, on the ground beside him, making a dull sound. The wand sank directly into the ground and stood tall like a real pillar.

"teacher."

Both of them respectfully saluted Dumbledore.

Dumbledore nodded, looked at the mess around him, frowned slightly, waved his big hand, everything changed to the original, and then said seriously to the two of them.

"You two, come with me."

Tom and Harry looked at each other. Although their eyes were full of doubts, they followed Dumbledore respectfully.

Arthas, the Lich King, returned to his temple of the undead. There is no living person in the temple, and every existence in it is an undead.

He also has no apprentices, and basically none of the magician candidates at the Magic Academy would choose him as their teacher.

But he has his most capable subordinates, and it is understandable to say that he is his apprentice. If it is a normal situation, he would disdain to participate in it.

But this time is different, the holy aura emanating from the cup of the day is too tempting.

He had a hunch that as long as he got the cup of the day, his strength would rise to a big level again.

Sitting calmly on the Frozen Throne in the temple, Arthas stomped the ground once with a cold sword in his hand.

A black-armored knight riding a nightmare horse rose slowly from the ground in front of Alsace. The horse was also wearing black armor, and its eyes and four feet were burning with faint blue flames.

The knight is holding a long sword, the whole body is pitch black, and the sword frame is a skull with faint blue flames at night. Although the overall look is cold and scary, it is quite in line with the aesthetics of some men for this extraordinary creature.

Alsace's most capable subordinate, the undead knight Caichen Ning, was riding a nightmare horse, the most advanced undead horse.

The souls of horses who died on the battlefield bathed in magma to be reborn. Their bodies were surrounded by terrifying halos, and their breath was a flame that could burn everything, while hot magma flowed in their bodies.

It can turn into thick fog to go anywhere, and people who are close to it will have hallucinations and have several nightmares.

Of course, as the undead knight, Caichen is not only a powerful Nightmare Silly Warhorse, but also possesses superb sword skills and can summon many undead armies.

"Ning, let's go." Alsace said to the undead knight in his deep voice.

The undead knight didn't speak, but solemnly nodded to Alsace, and then turned into a thick fog and disappeared on the spot.