The next second, the two attacked without any warning.
As Allen swung the scepter in his hand, bolts of lightning struck Erwin.
A layer of armor-like shadows appeared around Erwin, as if it were real.
He withstood the thunder without suffering any damage.
He waved the wand in his hand quickly, and rays of purple light shot towards Alan.
The giant dragon under Alan's feet dodged most of the spells as it moved.
The remaining small part of the spell was also blocked by Alan by waving his scepter with some unknown means!
In just a short moment, the two had already exchanged several moves.
In the high tower.
Grindelwald watched the two men fighting outside through the window.
I can't help but sigh that young people are really amazing.
At this time, Wenda walked into the room.
"Erwin, can you win?"
Grindelwald said, "I don't know. If we're just talking about magic power, the difference between the two isn't that big! This is a collision of modern magic and ancient magic. Although the ancient magic is very powerful, it's been so long that much has been lost! Therefore, the methods of this Solent family are somewhat limited! Similarly, Erwin is quite powerful, but it will take some effort to defeat him. However, I have a feeling that Erwin and this Solent family may have other methods! Their current battle is more like a test!"
Wenda's face was icy: "Solent, although no evidence has been found, many clues point to him. I plan to kill him!"
Grindelwald shook his head. "Don't attack. Consider this battle a test for that child!"
Wenda was stunned for a moment: "A test?"
Grindelwald smiled and said, "You asked him to come here because you wanted to find a successor for the Saint, didn't you? Let me see if he really has the ability! Besides, if he wants to become the Saint's successor, he can't just rely on his current strength. He needs to have strong power to suppress those people. I'm sure many people have noticed the battle here by now!"
Grindelwald didn't continue.
His eyes fell on the two people fighting.
He could feel that there was a gap between these two people and his current state.
But at the same time, he had a vague feeling that these two people might have some hidden cards that would make him wary.
Even the old ones are still very vigorous, let alone someone like Ge Huang.
Grindelwald's gaze gradually grew deeper.
Smoke rose from his pupils.
A moment later.
Grindelwald shook his head.
"I can't see clearly, I can't see clearly! After all, I'm still old!"
At the same time, the entire wizarding world of Bolin was in an uproar.
The magical fluctuations coming from Nurmengard attracted too many people.
The first to be affected were the Ministry of Magic and some pure-blood families in Germany, including some of the former saints.
At this time, a large number of wizards were gathering towards Nurmengard.
Among several families, the old patriarchs who were over seventy years old were marching towards Nurmengard with murderous looks on their faces.
With all the power of the family.
Nurmengard, that is where their great Lord Grindelwald imprisoned himself.
How could they allow scoundrels to disturb them?
Although the waves of magic power coming from the two warring parties make people feel uneasy.
But saints never fear their enemies.
No matter who the enemy is, the saint will draw his wand without hesitation.
Grindelwald said, "Wenda, go pick up those old friends! Keep them away. These two should really start fighting! To prevent accidental injuries! And don't let those idiots from the Ministry of Magic come over! I don't want the future master of the Saint to become a wanted person by the Ministry of Magic before he even reaches adulthood!"
Wenda nodded.
Apparated directly out of the castle.
In the sky at this time.
I don’t know how many moves we exchanged.
Erwin and Allen stopped at the same time.
The skies suspended on both sides stare at each other from afar.
Allen said, "Elvin, if this is all you have, you can only be my guest today!"
Erwin laughed and said, "There's no need to say such things! The testing is over, let's officially begin!"
Alan had a somewhat sick smile on his face.
"Interesting, indeed! We are the same kind of people, I was right! We are equally powerful and equally conceited! Erwin, I'm becoming more and more interested in you!"
Erwin shook his head. "You're not qualified yet. A slave will always be a slave. You must recognize your own identity. A rebel will always be a rebel! You don't deserve to be on equal footing with your master!"
Alan's face looked grim.
Murderous intent surged around him: "Erwin, I will not kill you! I will keep you captive until your bloodline is formed, and I will deprive you of your bloodline! As the only dragon rider, I want you to see with your own eyes that your proud bloodline will eventually leave you!"
Erwin snorted.
"I hope you really have this ability!"
Then.
Erwin growled in his heart.
"Multicast on, unlimited firepower on!"
Erwin directly activated both active states of his talents.
The amethyst wand in his hand began to tremble slightly.
Allen felt the faint magical fluctuations emanating from Erwin and frowned slightly.
Erwin's strength exceeded his expectations, but this alone was no match for him.
Alan gently tapped the dragon's back with the scepter in his hand.
The next moment, magic power flowed from the scepter and was injected into the dragon's body.
The dragon's eyes turned red in an instant.
His figure suddenly became a bit stronger.
Then, Allen raised the scepter.
Thunder is brewing in the sky.
Then, thunder struck Irving.
Erwin's figure disappeared from the spot.
When he appeared again, he was already behind Allen.
A purple light flew out from the wand.
And it split at the top of the wand, turning into six purple lights.
Blast towards Allen.
Alan's expression remained unchanged.
He muttered a spell.
Then.
A magic shield formed in front of him.
Just when Erwin was fighting with Allen.
The spectators have also arrived.
Wenda stood directly in front of everyone.
"Don't go there if you don't want to die!"
The old saints greeted Wenda respectfully.
After all, even if we don’t mention that Wenda is Grindelwald’s spokesperson, Wenda’s strength alone surpasses everyone present.
The Ministry of Magic followed closely behind.
After hearing Wenda's words, they stood still sensibly.
After all, they are responsible for maintaining order in the Ministry of Magic.
But looking at the noise of the two people fighting in the sky, it doesn't seem like they can maintain it.
Especially, why did the young man's curse come into fruition?
What kind of spell is that? Why have I never heard of it? Where did you learn it?
An Auror from the Ministry of Magic couldn't help but ask, "Ms. Rosier, who are the two people fighting up there?"
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