The Necromancer of Hogwarts

Tenaril took out his cane and tapped the defensive magic on the outside of the Boiling Blood Clan, sending a signal to the Boiling Blood Clan that he was coming to visit.

Torbjörn, who was acting with the Undead Terminator in the arena, was immediately shocked when he received the news.

"The leader of the Dirty Blood Clan is here. It seems that he came because of our operation to clear the rankings. The person who came here is not evil."

"How about we stop here for a while. I think there might be a fierce battle later, so I'll prepare for it too."

Tobjörn told Xiang Yu this, with a look of expectation in his eyes.

Xiang Yu thought for a while, put away the backpack containing dragon blood and other materials, and then said to Tobion, "It's not necessary, just continue acting, but the acting needs to be changed."

Tobjörn's eyes dimmed.

……

Outside the town, the defensive magic that enveloped the town opened a hole, as if to welcome Tenaril's arrival, but not even a single person came to greet him, which made Tenaril snort coldly.

"A clan without manners."

He waved to his henchmen, "I'll go in by myself, you guys take this."

Tenaril handed them a badge that glowed with blood.

"When this badge dims, you should immediately follow my previous arrangements and invite the masters of several nearby arenas to come over."

After saying that, he looked at the scene inside the Boiling Blood Clan, showed a sneer, and strode in.

"I want to see what they are doing inside."

Tenariel looked very relaxed on the surface, but in fact he was very alert.

He was able to determine that the Boiling Blood Clan's merits were rising at an abnormal rate, and they must be doing something shameful.

If he exposes them, he may encounter the siege of the entire clan. Even if he is prepared, he may still be in danger.

"But I really can't swallow this breath. Why, after I've already done that, your achievements can still surpass mine?"

"I must see with my own eyes what the hell you are doing here!"

He looked warily at the houses around him. They were all empty, and there seemed to be no one there.

This surprised him quite a bit.

Was it an ambush to attack him?

Or are you doing something else?

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Tenaril's mind that sent chills all over his body.

"Could it be that the leader of the Boiling Blood Clan killed the entire clan, so he has so many meritorious deeds?"

His vigilance suddenly increased to the highest level.

If this is the case, then the leader of the Boiling Blood Clan is a bit too cold-blooded and may be an extremely dangerous person.

Tenaril walked forward slowly, but until he reached the place where the arena was, he still did not encounter the ambush he imagined.

"Am I overthinking it?"

At this moment, he smelled the smell of blood coming from the arena.

"What the hell! What's going on?!"

As a vampire, Tenaril is certainly familiar with the taste of blood.

But the smell of blood coming from the front was a bit too messy and strong. It was as if the entire arena was soaked in blood!

Tenaril was shocked, walked to the entrance of the arena, looked inside, and saw the scene inside the arena.

Every inch of the ground in the arena was red, as if it had been soaked in blood.

"How many people are going to die?"

Tenaril's expression was extremely solemn, and he looked at where Tobjörn was, and then his eyes showed shock again.

Torbjörn's tired eyes looking down were almost as if he were saying that the challenger below was simply vulnerable, and he had no interest in even looking at him.

That kind of tired eyes with numbness, I don't know how many people have been killed to be so tired. Otherwise, for vampires, killing and sucking blood are the happiest things for them, how could they feel tired?

"This...he is the new leader of the Boiling Blood Clan? Where did he come from? How can he be so powerful?"

Tenaril turned his attention to the field again.

The challenger in the field was wearing black robes and had a thin build, but Tenaril could feel a faint sense of threat coming from the challenger.

"Not a weakling, I'm afraid he's a pretty tough enemy."

"Just let me feel the reality of the leader of the Boiling Blood Clan."

Tenaril looked at it carefully, and the next moment, in his eyes, the figure of the Undead Terminator suddenly blurred.

A shallow pit appeared on the ground, and the undead terminator disappeared instantly, stepped onto the stands, and jumped towards Torbjörn's throne.

While making leaping movements, the Undead Terminator also pulled out a bone gun, seeming to assassinate Tobjörn on the spot.

Tenaril's face became more solemn, "So fast, so powerful. Could this challenger be a hybrid of a giant and a werewolf?!"

"Even I will probably have to fight hard against this challenger. Let me see how the leader of the Boiling Blood Clan handles it."

But Torbjörn didn't react at all to the undead terminator's attack. He just yawned tiredly, stretched out his hand and waved it, as if he was driving away a fly, "I'm so bored."

But something unexpected happened to Tenaril. The challenger seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force, and fell involuntarily in mid-air. After a backflip, he half-knelt on the ground.

Tobjörn stretched out one hand and pressed down Xuxu.

boom.

The undead terminator lay down involuntarily, and was really pressed to the ground. He struggled hard, but still couldn't stand up.

Tenaril's forehead immediately broke out in cold sweat.

What power is this?

What kind of magic is this?

He can't understand!

Did something just happen?

Why did the leader of the Boiling Blood Clan just stretch out a hand, and this powerful challenger was pinned to the ground, unable to move!

"What happened? Is that power too hidden? Or is it activated too fast... Or is the level of power too high and beyond my ability to understand?" Tenaril stared at the gladiator. field.

Soon, new changes occurred in the arena.

Sharp bone blades extended out of the challenger's hands. It seemed that he had used some kind of magic spell to suppress the box. He suddenly broke free and rushed towards Torbjörn again, intending to deliver a devastating blow.

Torbjörn seemed a little surprised by this scene. He cheered up a little and said a longer line.

"Oh? Can you actually break free? Yes, you are the best among these challengers."

"As a reward for you, I will give you a happy death."

After speaking, Tobjörn stretched out his hand and shook it hard.

Tenaril braced himself and stared closely, wanting to see what Torbjörn had done.

But no matter how he observed, he could not see any fluctuations in power in Tobjörn's hands, not even a magic spell was issued.

But the undead terminator stiffened up and fell to the ground in a very cooperative manner.

At the same time, a column of blood spattered from its chest. Tobjörn snorted and swung his cloak to block the blood that was about to splash on him.

Only then did Tenaril see that Torbjörn's red cloak was completely stained with blood!

"It's too scary. This clan leader is too scary!"

"I feel like even the messenger from the Dreadfort doesn't have such power as him. Oh my god, could it be that an ancient vampire has resurrected?"

"I'd better not mess with him, otherwise if he pinches me, my heart will break, which will be enough to hurt me hard."

Tenaril retreated in his heart, but Tobjörn had already cast his eyes over and waved to him.

"Now that we're here, let's have a cup of tea before leaving."

"There are really a lot of challengers these days. In order to respect their lives, I always choose to kill them personally. I was a little tired, so I went to rest first."

"I'll let my confidants entertain you."

Tobjörn waved his hand, and Xiang Yu walked out of the passage of the arena and said to Tenaril with a smile.

"Leader of the Blood Clan, please follow me."

"There is an old saying in the East: When a friend comes from afar, he whips him dozens of times and drives him away from another house... Oh no, that's wrong. It's a joy."

Xiang Yu brought out a cup of steaming plasma and handed it to Tenariel.

"Please use it. This is a drink made from three different kinds of blood. Can you please see if it suits your taste?"

Tenaril's face turned pale, he staggered, and said in a pleading tone.

"Please, my lord, I came here with good intentions. Please forgive me."