The Necromancer of Hogwarts

a few days later.

In the Blood Clan, Tenaril Blood, the former arena leader who was striving for advancement, was sitting slumped on the ground.

His hair was messy and his face was paler than before. His whole person exuded a sense of decadence and he could no longer maintain the aristocratic manners that vampires were keen on.

Tenaril's lips were blue, with a sad and angry look on his face, and he pointed at the list in front of him and cursed.

"Dog?!"

"Is this a dog?!"

It's been three days.

He never had a moment to spare, letting his men spread rumors wildly nearby, causing conflicts among nearby people and stimulating their desire for a duel.

Even Tenariel himself pretended to be a passer-by and mentioned in front of Tom in the bar where the wizards were drinking, "I heard that Tom's wife has some confusion with Richard next door."

Then when Tom went back to investigate in anger, Teneriel beat Tom to it and placed forged evidence at the scene.

As a result, Tenariel triggered a bloody duel, and Tom and Richard died together in his arena, giving him their share of blood.

Later, Tenariel went to great lengths to sneak into Tom's house, killed his wife and faked suicide, and then put the blood in the blood pool of the arena.

He was already so unscrupulous, and in three days, there were more than a dozen corpses in the arena.

Tenariel was so busy that he didn't even have time to look at the list. He originally thought he was stable, but then when he came out and saw it, he was so angry that he almost collapsed.

It's been three days, and Tobjörn's Boiling Blood Clan has already gone up.

"I'm not convinced...I'm not convinced!"

"Why? Why do they? More people died in one day than I did in the previous three months?!"

Tenaril gritted his teeth.

He knew that the Boiling Blood Clan's area was not far from him, but if he didn't believe it, he had to go and find out.

If he finds out there is something fishy, ​​Tenaril can't solve the problem, but it can solve the person who caused the problem!

He prepared for a while, cleaned up his appearance, and then headed towards the area of ​​the Boiling Blood Clan with a few confidants and the wizard blood slaves they drove.

……

At the same time, Tobjörn's eyes also showed tiredness.

He is sitting on the throne of the clan leader, and the undead terminators in the arena have been rotated countless times.

They still made sounds tirelessly. After all, they relied on microphones stuck in the bones. Xiang Yu had recorded them and played them repeatedly without changing the intonation.

The undead terminator walked in slowly wearing a black robe, and a greedy voice came out from under the black robe, "Defeat you, and your wealth will belong to me!"

Of course, there are some changes this time.

According to Xiang Yu, the undead terminators consciously found a few sandbags and tied them to their bodies, or used heightening methods to make their body shapes change every time, making them look different from the corpses in front of them.

But now, no matter how the undead terminator speaks, Tobjörn is too lazy to reply.

He sat in the position of the clan leader and waved slightly.

The next moment, the undead terminator made a sound of "uh" and then fell to the ground.

"So strong..." Such a voice came from under the black robe of the undead terminator.

Then large streams of plasma surged out of their bodies, dyeing the ground of the arena red.

A few minutes later, when the process was complete, the Necromancer stood up again and began to take turns.

Torbjorn sat on the throne, looking desperately at the next challenger.

"It's so painful."

……

"It's cool."

Xiang Yu was sitting in the room in the arena at this time, looking at the merit values ​​displayed in the arena with joy in his eyes.

"I've sent several batches of plasma in a row, and my merit points are almost there."

"It's not easy to get the opportunity to redeem dragon-type materials. You still have to seize this opportunity and redeem more."

He kept clicking on the merit redemption list.

"How about ten portions of dragon blood first?"

Xiang Yu clicked.

Then the redemption list flashed, and a mean voice came from inside, "Master of the Boiling Blood Clan, with your status, you can only purchase one piece of dragon blood every month."

Xiang Yu frowned, the voice was really unpleasant, too mean.

According to Tobjörn, this was a suggestion given to the Dreadfort by an elder vampire who was good at doing business. He would use a dedicated person to receive the masters of the arena, and then start sarcastic remarks when they exchanged things, stimulating the excitement of the masters of the arena. Vanity makes them spend impulsively.

It is said that after this setting was implemented, the amount of blood delivered to the Terror Fort in various arenas suddenly increased several times. It was a genius idea. The elder was also specially recruited by the Terror Fort and enjoyed top-notch treatment.

At this time, the voice began to mock Xiang Yu, "Master of the Boiling Blood Clan, your status is too low. Among the masters of the Arena, you are the one with the lowest status. It's so miserable that you can only buy one It’s so shameful to share the dragon’s blood.”

"Do you want to buy dragon blood? Do you want to spend some merit to improve your status?"

Xiang Yu looked at the exchange list coldly and said, "Mention."

"As your status improves, you are limited to two purchases per month." The mean voice seemed a little happy.

Xiang Yu continued, "Ti."

The mean voice was happy again, "The merit points deducted this time are even more than last time. You won't regret it, right?"

Xiang Yu gave the confirmation message "mention."

Several messages flashed in succession, and the mean voice was a little panicked, "You are now limited to purchasing five dragon bloods per month. This has reached the limit. The master of the arena can only purchase so many dragon bloods per month at most! This is It’s the rules of the Dreadfort!”

Xiang Yu chuckled, "Then five parts of dragon blood."

The mean voice said quickly, "Would you like a dragon bone? Would you like a dragon tendon? Maybe you can taste a bit of dragon marrow in the dragon bone..."

Before he could finish his words, Xiang Yu said calmly, "Yes, I want it."

"Spent all my current achievements and replaced them with dragon-type materials."

The voice was silent for a moment, and then calculated the result: "A total of five dragon blood, two dragon bones, three dragon tendons... The road to the Boiling Blood Clan is quite long..."

At this time, another undead terminator "died" outside, and the Boiling Blood Clan's merits jumped again.

Xiang Yu said, "I'll give this credit to you. Deliver it quickly."

The mean voice immediately replied, "Hey! Okay! I'll send it to you right away!"

Not long after, the Boiling Blood Clan's defensive magic was triggered, and someone came from outside.

A young-looking vampire carried a magic package and shouted in a mean voice, "Dear leader of the Boiling Blood Clan, your dedicated service staff is here to deliver the goods to you!"

Not long after, an undead terminator that exuded a strong smell of blood came out, took the package, and gave the vampire a blood bag.

The vampire was overjoyed and turned back to bless him repeatedly as he left.

"I wish you a good harvest of blood and a warehouse full of corpses!"

When the vampire left, Tenaril, the leader of the Blood Clan, also apparated nearby with his confidants.

He looked at the territory of the Boiling Blood Clan and snorted coldly.

"Let me see what's so special about the Boiling Blood Clan."

"If you can't give me a convincing reason, then don't blame me for being rude."