This part of the monastery has been put under martial law by the army, and no vehicles can pass through. As a matter of fact, even if there is no blockade, the area where the abandoned monastery is located is deserted, and few people come. This forced Amelia to abandon the purpose of finding a new means of transportation.

So when Tang Bai pulled out a carriage out of thin air, Amelia and the others almost stared out of their eyes.

Although there was no means of transportation, it was not difficult for Tang Bai and them to hurry, but for the people who had just experienced a battle, if there was a means of transportation for a temporary rest to rest and hurry, it would naturally be much better than exhausting their bodies to hurry.

"What is this? Are they living creatures? Amelia looked at the four horses that were pitch-black and metallic in the snow, and looked at Tang Bai with strange eyes and asked.

"It's just an alchemical creature." Tang Bai opened the door of the carriage with one hand, "It took a little time and energy, they and this carriage are one and the same." Of course, if you want to make it look like a vehicle, it's not that hard. ”

Tang Bai patted an intricate alchemy pattern engraved on the body of the car. The horse-drawn carriage, an ancient means of transportation, immediately began to change in detail in front of people. The body of the carriage is stretched to the sides like dough, and the four alchemy horses are combined to form a very sci-fi front of the carriage.

In a matter of moments, a vehicle, similar to an RV, appeared under Amelia's noses.

"Don't you need to be driven?" Sitting in the fluffy seat, Ruiz glanced somewhat uncomfortably in the direction of the empty driver's seat.

"Obviously not." Tang Bai spread his hands.

Although the commotion was a little louder, at least Tang Bai got his wish and obtained the perfect blood of Alexander Kovinas. And now, the pocket little dragon was lying on Tang Bai's head, with two small paws like a winter squirrel, holding a crystal blood ball that exceeded its current size, squinting and licking it carefully.

If they hadn't seen its hideous and huge battle state, Lucien and Amelia might still think that the little dragon was a little cute, but after seeing the ferocity and the violence of the battle, no matter what, no matter how cute and harmless the little dragon was, Amelia and they would have turned a blind eye. That impactful picture is not something that can be easily erased from memory.

The vehicle is speeding down the road.

Since it was a special alchemy vehicle, Tang Bai didn't need to worry about humans being able to see its existence. It's like a magical bus in Harry's world, only wizards can see it, and can freely run through the road regardless of any terrain or environment. It's just that when you encounter a narrow environment, or a traffic jam, at most you shrink inward, and you squeeze it like running water.

It's just that compared to a certain magic bus that was bumpy and shaking like rock, this alchemy creation made by Tang Bai himself was more refined and superior. At least comfort and speed, as well as comfort, privacy and safety, are incomparable to the magic bus.

What's even more rare is that this alchemy creation, which was refined into four complete Thestrals by Tang Bai and has some Thestrals, can be called alchemy creatures.

The prison that imprisoned William, the ancestor of the werewolves, sits in a snowy valley. It is a long-abandoned castle that looks like a dilapidated monastery, and after more than 1,000 years of changes, half of the castle used as a prison has been submerged in a river.

Vehicles move like liquids through the cramped and complex environment of the castle.

In Tang Bai's opinion, the alchemy of Harry's world was undoubtedly at a fairly high level before the wizard went into decline. Whether it is a magic stone that can change the material structure of an object and refine the elixir of life, or an alchemy stone called the stone of the philosopher; or a time converter that can reverse a part of time and make it reverse current; Or the magic bus, the Traceless Stretching Spell, and other alchemical items or magic that involve a part of the space, all illustrate the glory of its heyday.

The vehicle stopped in front of a roadway.

Tang Bai and Amelia walked out of the vehicle one after another.

The corridor, along with the entire castle, is immersed in the icy water. The water depth is about one meter. The frozen breath of the dragon was sprayed and spit out by the little dragon. Condense the surface of the water into ice. Tang Bai and the others stepped on the ice and walked towards the stone gate in the depths of the corridor.

Marcus was in a bit of a high spirit. Amelia: Their faces were also a little hesitant and complicated. They knew very well what the consequences of releasing William would bring to the world, but none of them stopped Tang Bai.

Marcus was hoping that his brother William would be able to escape from that thousand-year prison.

Amelia wants to repay Tang Bai's favor, as well as some of the dragon's blood stains, and is unwilling to disobey Tang Bai's influence.

As for Lucien and Serena, the two of them are so that they can see their lovers and loved ones again. As for Ruiz, it was purely because of Lucian's orders, he doubted whether Tang Bai had the ability to resurrect the dead, but he was unwilling to disobey Lucian's will, which disappointed him.

When the cage was first built, Victor clearly deliberately pursued a degree of solidity. With all his might, Marcus had shattered the walls made of concrete. But it could not break the stone of the corridor and the sealed door.

Finding the keyhole, Tang Bai combined the two keys obtained from Victor's body and Lucian's hand, stuffed them into the keyhole, and then twisted them vigorously. The blocked stone gate trembled suddenly, and then rose up.

Removing the key and moving back on, the group soon reached the end of the corridor.

"William."

Standing on the dry ground at the end of the corridor, looking at the iron coffin that was connected to the stone wall behind him, Marcus's tone betrayed the excitement that he had been suppressing in his heart.

Insert the key into the keyhole in the center of the coffin and twist it. The sound of steel grinding that had been creaking sounded in the quiet corridor as the ring-shaped locks the thickness of an adult's arm slid inward. The sound of the reed of the lock was like a broken string, reaching the ears of everyone.

The heavy iron coffin slammed open, and a emaciated, unusually large werewolf with thick white hair poked its head out from behind the coffin with a roar, its sharp fangs bulging out of the inside of its mouth, and its eyes full of thirst for food.