As night fell, the torches were lit again. The soldiers of the barracks began drunken dreamy singing and feasting. Bonfires were lit everywhere, the air was filled with the smell of spices and barbecued meat, and the crowd laughed rudely.

In an inconspicuous tent in the corner of the barracks, Fatil quickly filled his suitcase with all sorts of utensils, and his suitcase was inflicted with a traceless stretching charm, and he couldn't fit it enough.

As he packed his suitcase, Gellert leaned against the tent and looked blankly at the purple sky, the African sky was as pure as glass, dotted with some small silver stars, very beautiful.

Jacob had nothing to do, so he lit a cigarette, stood up to Gellert, and asked, "Hey, what are you thinking?"

Gellert didn't look at him, but said lightly: "Those soldiers, they are singing." ”

Jacob looked at the soldiers in the distance who were drinking and singing: "Probably too much." ”

"Perhaps, but they're satisfied. ”

Gellert said with a hint of sarcasm, "How can they be satisfied with their own small lives, this sad world of war, and the boring work day after day. ”

Jacob was stunned for a moment, shook his head, "They have wine to drink, they have girls to drink, maybe there are wives and children waiting for them at home." What about you, what do you have, Grindelwald. ”

"Ideal. ”

Gellert stared at Jacob.

"When I find Dragonstone, my ideals will bring life to heights that are beyond the reach of these fools. ”

Jacob's smoking movement faltered, and after he was stunned for a moment, he threw away the cigarette, his expression was unhappy, and he stopped talking a little.

At this time, Fatil finally packed his luggage and utensils, and he stood beside Gellert with a suitcase.

"I like your way of thinking. ”

"I hope you can always be optimistic," Fatil said. ”

Gellert smiled slightly, but did not answer. He drew his wand, and with a slight turn, the two of them vanished into thin air.

When they were far away, Jacob spat on the ground and muttered, "Pretentious fool." ”

With that, he pulled out his wand and tapped it on his arm.

"Disler Falcon. ”

His form fluctuated for a moment, his body merging with the background and disappearing into thin air.

The three of them walked along the mountain road all the way to the top of Mount Kilimanjaro. When they reached an uninhabited waterfall about 500 meters above sea level, they stopped and exited their phantom state.

Jacob looked at Fatil, "It's time for you to make a move." ”

Fatil nodded, and he opened the box. He took out a few crystals and a few jars of casting materials, and quickly fiddled on the ground, and soon, a simple teleportation array appeared on the stone.

"Will it be discovered by those?"

Jacob was a little uneasy.

"Hurry up, get something and go directly to the phantom shift, they can't find it. Fatil looked at Gellert, "Gellert, are you marked?"

Geller nodded.

Jacob stood up, and the three of them joined hands in a circle. Gellert bit his finger again, and a drop of blood dripped into the teleportation array, which ignited scarlet flames, and the three of them disappeared in the blink of an eye.

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When they reappeared, they came to the spot where Gellert had left blood during the day.

"Here. ”

Gellert reached out and pointed to the marker under the ice.

Fatil crouched down, his palm trembling as he stroked the ring triangle pattern, and murmured:

"The Deathly Hallows, the legendary symbol of the Grim Reaper. Sure enough, it is the inheritance of the top dragon trainer. ”

"Can you open it?"

Jacob asked.

"I tried my best. ”

Fatil opened the box, took out a jar of crystal blue powder, dipped it in a little, pressed it against the stone wall, Bibi painted, the blue powder touched the stone wall, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, like the water of a sponge.

After a while, Fatil stood up and waved his wand. The whole stone wall fluctuated like water ripples, and a shining blue flame burned along the stone wall, gradually forming a circle, and a triangle was wrapped in the circle, and a vertical bar appeared in the triangle.

On the highest mountain on the African continent, the sign of the Death Holl burns slowly.

Fatil's face flushed, and he waved his wand wide-open, a little heavier than the orchestra conductor did when the performance reached its climax.

The entire stone wall was instantly burned with a dazzling blue outline of an arch, and the rock of the Death Holl symbol in the arch vanished, revealing a doorway that seemed to be endless darkness inside.

He wiped the sweat from his head, and before he could speak, Jacob ran away from him with some impatience and walked into the cave.

The hole looks dark, but it's not deep. Soon after, the three of them followed the old and cracked tunnel to the bottom of the cave. The darkness here is thick and dense, and nothing can be seen clearly, as if it is linked to the abyss.

The three of them didn't move, and the low temperature in the air made them shiver involuntarily, cold, it was too cold.

It's like coming to an ultra-low temperature freezer.

Gellert tried to light his wand, but after trying the glow spell, he found that his magic flowed like asphalt in an old pipe, and it was very difficult.

Jacob on the side seemed to have the same problem, he stroked the wall, spat out a mouthful of white mist, and stammered, "Forbidden... In the Forbidden Demon Realm, it seems that magic is not allowed here. ”

At this time, Fatil took out several small pieces of metal from the box and put them together in an orderly manner. Then he pressed down on the metal block and whispered a few incantations in a low voice:

"After staggering, I seek. ”

As soon as the strange spell was finished, the metal blocks burst into flames, and a beast shadow glowing blue shone in the air.

The beast shadow was nearly ten meters high, with three heads at the top, and a dazzling blue light shot out of its eyes, cutting through the darkness and shining on the wall. Look in different directions.

All three directions are the direction in which Gellert, Fatil, and Norber's heads are facing.

As soon as Gellert moved his head, so did the beast brain on top of him. He looked at another place, which was exactly as far as Gellert's eyes could see.

"Really... Yes..... Meaning. ”

Jacob flailed his head around like a patient with epilepsy. The beast figure on top also shook its head around.

"Will this guy imitate my movements?"

"Hurry up, this is psionic lighting, and it won't last long. Fatil said.

The three of them took advantage of the light and began to carefully examine their surroundings, and they saw a very strange scene in front of them, a circular space with a radius of hundreds of square meters, and the thick ice on the top of the space on the top of Mount Kilimanjaro.

The ground, on the other hand, is an altar-like round, and on the ground, the bones of countless dragons are stuck in it like fossils. Bumps to the touch are different. It's as if someone poured cement on these dragons while they were still alive.

Connecting the top and bottom are thigh-thick stone pillars, thick at the top and thin in the middle, broken at the height of a person, and there are about hundreds of them, each with a dragon egg suspended in it.

Among them are black, blue, green, starry, striped, leopard, and even transparent.

Fatil looked over one by one, and after looking at the row, he exclaimed in a low voice, "Oh my God, my God..... Have all those extinct dragon eggs been preserved?"

Seeing the dragon eggs stuck in the stone pillars, Jacob's eyes lit up with golden light, like a miser seeing a ton of gold, and he sprang into it despite the low temperature, and reached out to take a black dragon egg.

However, the cold air of the dragon egg instantly reduced his frostbite, and he retracted his hand with an exclamation, and Fatil slapped him in annoyance.

"What is reckless? This is ancient cryogenic magic, and you don't want your fingers anymore?"

Jacob sucked his fingers and muttered something in a reckless manner, not recklessly.

Gellert watched him coldly, and to be honest, he didn't get too excited after the first surprise he saw these things. His teacher was excited because he came from a traditional dragon training family and had a natural obsession with dragons, while Jacob was excited probably because he wanted these dragon eggs to be exchanged for a lot of gold galleons on the black market.

And for him, these dragon eggs are just some foreign objects, which may make his career go up faster, but they can't improve his realm.

Fatil opened the box by the dragon egg, took out a withered arm from the box, he pressed it slightly, the arm lit up with a silver light, and he carefully put the withered arm into the gap in the stone pillar. The withered hand opened automatically, holding the dragon egg tightly.

After taking out the dragon egg, Fatil took out another golden Galleon. A mouth opened on his withered arm. He put the golden gallon in the mouth of his arm, which let out a contented swallowing sound, and the palm of his hand loosened a little.

It took ten gold galleons to be stuffed in a row before that arm was completely released.

"Glorious hand, you have this money-burning thing. ”

Jacob held the box and sighed quietly.

"Don't talk too much. ”

Fatil stopped him, and he carefully picked up the dragon egg and placed it in the chest. When he was done, he walked over to another dragon egg, and the glorious hand took it out of the extreme cold again and again, but devoured more and more gold gallons each time.

While Fatil was fetching the eggs, Gellert wandered around the crypt in a bit of boredom. As he walked, he came to the middle of this large crypt where dragon eggs were stored.

Here, in the shadowy light, he saw a lone dragon egg placed in a stone pillar in the center, unlike other dragon eggs, the surface of this dragon egg glowed with a faint colored light, and it was beautiful for a moment.

He didn't have much interest in this thing, but on the stone pillar of this dragon egg, there was a row of handwriting carved on it, which was like a ghost drawing, and he couldn't understand it at all.

"Fatil?"

Gellert softly called out to his teacher.

Fatil, who was fetching the eggs behind him, heard the voice and rushed over with Jacob, "What's wrong?"

"What does that mean?"

Gellert pointed to the typehead, somehow he was intrigued by the only row in the hall.

Fatil read sideways for a moment,

"The Arabic language, the foolish, from the beginning to the end, is for the wise. ”

"What does that mean?" asked Jacob, puzzled.

It means that a stupid person who only does one thing in his life is actually a smart person. Fatil explained.

After listening to his translation, Jacob showed an expression of confusion, he shrugged his shoulders, and with great interest put his glorious hand into the pillar, and took the colorful dragon egg, but neither Fatil nor Jacob showed too much curiosity about this dragon egg.

Gellert stood motionless, looking at the typesetting. His eyes were sour, and this sentence seemed to touch a certain point in his heart, making him feel the urge to cry.

Somehow, he could understand the energy contained in this row of simple words.

"Is this your understanding of life from the beginning? It's just that how much courage do you have to say such things......

He stroked the row and muttered to himself. He derives great solace from this typesetting.

It wasn't until Fatil pushed him hard that he turned around, and Fatil reached out and shook it in front of his eyes.

"What's the fuss, let's go. ”

Gellert turned his head to see that he was fascinated by the typesetting, and by some time Fatil and Jacob had taken all the treasures in the hall.

At this moment, Jacob was carrying a suitcase with a very satisfied expression, as if he had imagined the picture of exchanging these dragon eggs for a large sum of gold gallons.

He nodded, took one last look at the typography, and walked towards the exit of the crypt.

Walking to the entrance, Fatil was about to retrieve the magic components used for lighting, but he walked to the door and looked up, letting out a strange exclamation.

"Huh?"

Gellert: "What's wrong?"

Fatil pointed to the top of his head, wondering, "No, there are only three people here, why does the psionic lighting have an extra head." ”

Gellert looked up and saw that the dim three-headed magic artifact had turned into four heads at some point.

With a strong mental force field, he suddenly felt bad, but before he could react, a figure quietly appeared from the darkness, and a sharp knife was across Fatil's neck.

"Don't move, you'll kill him if you move. ”