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Dumbledore withdrew the magic and restored the basilisk's freedom, and then returned to the stone platform with Nicolas Flamel to drink tea and watch a play, leaving Orlando to face the basilisk alone.

"You are so confident about this child." Dumbledore drank the tea in one breath.

"Didn't you see it before? A year ago, this kid was able to deal with a giant monster with his bare hands." Nico Flamel said without any worry.

"The basilisk is no better than a troll. This is a magical creature that has lived for more than 1000 years." Dumbledore was still a little worried.

"It'll be okay, just wait and see the show."

While the two were talking, Orlando had already circled around the basilisk.

The basilisk that suffered a loss became extremely cautious after being released. It did not launch an attack immediately, but coiled up its huge snake body and raised its head high in a defensive posture. , this is like being bitten by a snake once and being afraid of the rope for ten years. Ah, it doesn’t seem right to describe it this way. You have to know that it is a snake itself.

Carrying the mace, Orlando carefully searched for the basilisk's weakness, but the giant monster in front of him seemed a little absent-minded. When confronting Orlando, he looked towards the stone platform from time to time. It seemed that what he was afraid of was not what was in front of him. This little one is the two people on the stone platform.

This was being looked down upon by the basilisk. Realizing this, Orlando felt dumbfounded. He was despised by a beast. Where could he go to reason?Forget it, once I conquer you, you will naturally know how powerful I am, Orlando thought.

No longer hesitating, Orlando jumped into the sky with both legs and flew straight to the top of the basilisk. The two thousand seven hundred kilograms of black jade and gold crystal mace drew an arc in the air, and the huge force compressed the air into a group, making a "pop" explosion sound.

The basilisk, which was not mentally prepared at all, could only turn its head to the side due to carelessness. As a result, it only avoided the top of its head, but it actually received such a blow on its neck.

Orlando, who has mastered physical training, already has strength that far exceeds the "strength of nine oxen and two tigers". The force of this stick is at least [-] kilograms.

After receiving this blow, even the basilisk in scales was rolling on the ground in pain. It danced its body crazily, and its huge body rolled up dust and trees and rocks. I originally wanted to give it another blow. Orlando was accidentally rolled into the snake's body.

No, this basilisk is huge and powerful. It is best at strangling its prey. If it gets caught accidentally, you won't be able to break free no matter how strong you are.

Orlando didn't even think about it. Taking advantage of the fact that the snake's body hadn't closed yet and there was still room to perform, he used a set of crazy magic stick techniques. The scales of the basilisk were flying, its flesh and blood flew everywhere, and it howled wildly.

Orlando broke free, wielding a mace, pointing at the basilisk and using his spiritual power to communicate: "Do you accept it?"

"Hiss, don't accept it, hiss, use weapons, don't accept it." Intermittent thoughts came over.

After looking at the mace in his hand, and then at the basilisk covered in blood, Orlando decisively threw away the weapon.

"If you don't accept it, come again."

It had been a long time since he had fought so heartily and heartily, and Orlando's blood couldn't help but boil.At this moment, the Basilisk looked at Orlando with a little more recognition.

Without weapons, Orlando changed his tactics and fought with the basilisk. He wanted to grab the basilisk's scales and use his fists as weapons, but the scales on the basilisk's body were too slippery to hold his hand, and there was no way to exert force.

The fight lasted for more than an hour, and the aftermath of the battle turned this small place upside down. Even the high stone platform was not spared. Even so, Dumbledore and Nico Flamel did not leave at all. thoughts.This was the first time in their long lives that they had seen such a battle of pure strength, so they were all extremely excited.

They used magic to fly above the battlefield so that they could "see the show" better and more clearly, that is, watch the show.

After mastering the art of physical refining, Orlando is physically invincible. Both physical strength and durability are far beyond ordinary people, and he still has endless strength.

The basilisk was not so lucky. Its huge body greatly consumed its physical strength, and the fierce fighting prevented the wounds from healing. The longer the time dragged on, the more blood flowed, and the weaker it became.

Orlando was so excited that he took advantage of the basilisk's weakness, grabbed its tail with both hands, and yelled "Get up!"

The waist and horse merged into one, and all the energy in the body was concentrated on the hands. As it rotated and exerted force, the basilisk found that its body flew up uncontrollably, spinning faster and faster. Finally, the entire body was like a long whip flying up and down in the air. .

Nicolas Flamel opened his mouth and was so shocked that he couldn't speak. Dumbledore looked regretful. Why did he introduce him to Nicolas Flamel in the first place?

"Bang, bang, bang," Orlando was like a five-year-old child who discovered a new toy and was having fun playing with it. On the other side, the basilisk was dying and had no power to resist.

"Stop, stop, stop, it will die if you keep playing!" Nico Flamel flew down and hurriedly stopped Orlando's cruel behavior.

"Ah, no, I didn't use much force." Orlando scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

"What a little monster." Dumbledore muttered. He checked the basilisk's condition and found that, as Nico Flamel said, it was seriously injured.

"Okay, just stay here and watch me perform Soul Engagement."

The basilisk looked at Nico Flamel with tears in his eyes, feeling extremely aggrieved. Why was he so unlucky today? When he was sleeping soundly at home, he was lured out by a pill for no reason, and he was beaten twice for no reason. Each of these people is more vulgar, more cunning, and more violent than the last.

When Nico Flamel used soul magic to ask it if it was willing to serve Orlando as its master, the basilisk nodded hurriedly in agreement.Since it can't be beaten and can't escape, then it's better to simply admit defeat and surrender. It doesn't want to be beaten three times a day.

Nico Flamel waved his wand and drew a five-pointed star pattern in the void. As the spell sounded, the five-pointed star sank into the top of the basilisk's head.

"Give me a drop of your blood."

Orlando hurriedly bit his finger, dripped a drop of blood, and handed it over.

Nico Flamel flew a drop of blood towards the top of the basilisk's head. At this moment, the five-pointed star between the basilisk's eyebrows flashed past, and disappeared wrapped in the drop of blood.

Orlando felt that a soul fragment suddenly appeared in the mud in his mind, a miniature version of the basilisk soul.

Orlando knew that this meant that he would be the master of the basilisk from now on. If he wanted it to live, it would live, and if he wanted it to die, it would die.

"Master, it's me, Herbo." A female voice suddenly sounded in Orlando's mind. It was the basilisk. Is it female?

"Helbo? Are you a basilisk? Can you understand me?" Orlando thought.

"Master, we have signed a soul contract. As long as you silently recite the command in your heart, I can hear it."

"Very good, you will be my pet from now on. Now you need to heal your wounds first." He took out a porcelain bottle from the psychic bracelet. This is the healing elixir refined by Orlando. It can revive the dead and heal bones.

He poured out one and was about to stuff it into Herbo's big mouth, but when he saw its huge body, Orlando poured out two more after thinking about it.

"This is the holy medicine for healing. It can quickly heal your injuries. Now let me feed it to you."

"Master, it hurts." Haierbo hissed in grievance.

"It won't hurt after you eat it, just obey me."

Dumbledore and Nico Flamel stood aside and watched with interest Orlando's interaction with the basilisk. They were already used to Orlando's mystery.