1913, Africa, Mount Kilimanjaro.
In a small town on the border of Tanzania.
Some sparks from the battle lit up the streets. The air was hot like boiling magma under the cover of the night. A row of war horses galloped across the mountain road, kicking up dust as their hooves stomped on the yellow earth.
The ponytail dragged a group of young girls. Their hands were tied, and they stumbled forward under the pull of the rope.
On the horseback, British soldiers in black shoulder uniforms carried shotguns and held torches. Their faces were filled with fanaticism as they were on their way back to the barracks.
When they reached the outskirts of the barracks, the soldiers jumped off their horses. A group of soldiers dragged a few black girls on the mountain. The girls whose hands were tied behind their backs were disheveled and had disheveled hair. They were all quite pretty, and some of them weren't even adults yet.
These were all Sukuma women and the perpetrators were some ruffians who had not received much education. Their faces were filled with impatience and it was obvious that this was not the first time they had done something like this.
This land was under the high-handed rule of the British and no one would care what happened to a group of black people.
At this moment, three war horses approached from afar and stopped. There were three soldiers in blue military uniforms riding on the horses.
One of them looked like a young man with silver hair and fair skin.
The other was a young man with a tall build and blonde hair and blue eyes.
The last young man had black hair and blue eyes. He had a blade of grass in his mouth and looked rather sloppy.
The blonde young man on the horse looked at the chaos in front of him coldly. There was no fanaticism on his face, only indifference.
The black-haired man beside him noticed the fanaticism under his comrade's calm appearance. He spat out the blade of grass and warned in a low voice.
"Don't cause trouble, Grindelwald. We have more important things to do."
At this moment, a girl of about ten years old was dragged under the horse's hooves.
She screamed. Half of her cheek was swollen and there was an obvious palm print on it. Her right eye was slapped so hard that it could not be opened. It was so swollen that only a small gap could be seen. Blood seeped from her nose and the corner of her mouth everywhere.
Her rough clothes were obviously torn by brute force. There were scratches and blood all over her exposed dark skin. It was a glaring sight.
The man did not speak, but the hand holding the reins was already clenched tightly.
The black-haired youth still wanted to say something, but an arm stopped him.
It turned out to be the silver-haired youth who was leading the group. He turned his horse around and said, "Hurry up and finish it, Gellert. Don't expose yourself."
Gelert looked at his teacher, nodded, dismounted from his horse, and strode towards the group of soldiers.
Amidst the wails, a bald soldier was riding on the young girl's body, writhing madly. He was a muscular man with tattoos all over his neck. He breathed heavily and turned his head. His eyes were red.
At this moment, a palm wearing a black leather glove patted him on the shoulder.
The bald man who was about to unleash violence turned his head and saw a tall blonde youth dressed in an ordinary soldier's uniform.
"What are you doing, German? I advise you to mind your own business …"
Before he could finish his words, he was met with a heavy punch.
Bang!!
Flesh to flesh.
His nose was bleeding, and he fell on his back onto the woman who was clutching her chest. The woman screamed and ran away.
The bald man who was clutching his nose quickly got up and roared, "You want to die, you little bastard?"
Gellert looked at him coldly, took off his gloves, and stretched his neck. Once again, a punch landed on his face. This time, the punch was so powerful that it sent him tumbling into the crowd.
This time, the group of soldiers who were abusing the captive all looked over. Like a fuse that ignited an explosive, the desire in the air turned into violence in the blink of an eye, and the atmosphere was abnormally violent.
A group of soldiers quickly surrounded them. Some of them didn't even pull up their pants, and the black turbidity swayed in the air.
The bald man got up and pointed at Gellert Grindelwald.
"Kill him!"
"Kill this German!"
The crowd rushed forward one after another. Two soldiers held Gellar's shoulders, and the bald man took the opportunity to punch Gellar's lower abdomen.
"Kill him! Eat his flesh! "
"Drink his blood!!"
In the frenzied shouts, Gellert broke free and didn't hesitate to retaliate. He kicked the bald man in the stomach.
Grabbing the arms on his shoulders, he directly threw the two soldiers who restrained him over his shoulders to the ground.
The battle in the square instantly became white-hot.
On the other side, the black-haired youth on horseback looked at the chaotic battle in the mud and frowned at the silver-haired youth.
"Why do you indulge him so much?"
Fatir, on the other hand, calmly struck a match and lit a cigarette. "He is my student."
"What about me?"
Jacob asked with some dissatisfaction, "Can I not listen to my cousin?"
Fatir glanced at him, blew a mouthful of smoke in his face, and didn't say anything.
???? The chaotic battle quickly became clear. After Gellert took a few punches, he quickly relied on counterattacks to knock down several Muggle soldiers. His ability to resist attacks was far superior to ordinary soldiers.
Seeing that his companions were knocked down by the blonde youth, the bald man rushed to the side, picked up a shotgun, and smashed it at Gellert's face with the butt of the shotgun.
Gellert didn't use magic. He reacted very quickly and dodged the shotgun butt. He punched the bald man's chin with a backhand, and the man fell to the ground heavily.
Gellert didn't hide the disgust on his face. He flew forward, stepped directly on the man's chest, and smashed the man's face three times in a row, each punch harder than the last.
In the splashing of blood, the burly man's nose was smashed into his face. The enthusiastic cheers around him turned into frightened cries, but he still didn't stop.
Even the young women who were saved by him looked terrified.
Fatir's eyes narrowed. He flicked the cigarette, put his hand on his waist, and was about to dismount to stop him.
At this moment, a roar came from the distance.
??? "Enough!"
A short man wearing a dark blue military uniform and black leather boots quickly walked over. There were several golden stripes on his shoulders. He was a military captain. He grabbed Gellert's shoulder and pulled him away.
Blood dripped from Gellert's fist, and the white knuckles could be seen. The bald man's face was badly mutilated, and half of his teeth were missing.
"What's going on? Private fighting!"
The captain shouted angrily.
The bald man covered his face as he staggered up from the ground. He howled in pain, "Captain Hagrid, he started it."
"Never seen a woman before? Don't embarrass me here! "
The captain roared and kicked the bald man's butt.
"Put them all in confinement! Lock them up for three days! "
A large number of armed soldiers came out from the other side. Their faces were grim, and they were obviously not the mob that bullied the women. This group of soldiers tied up all the people who were involved in the fight. Among them was Gellert.
The bald man was dragged back by two soldiers. His face was covered in blood as he roared, "German, just you wait. When I come out, you're dead!"
Gellert wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and calmly raised his middle finger.
This action caused an iron bar to hit his calf.
Captain Hagrid said, "Behave!"
He scolded Gellert angrily, but his eyes were staring at the silver-haired boy on the horse. There was not much fluctuation or warmth in his eyes.
Fatir also looked at him, sitting motionless on the horse's back. Gellert was escorted by two soldiers and pushed into the barracks.
The black-haired youth whispered.
"It's Norb Hagrid, the alchemist."
"You don't need to remind me, Jacob."
Fatir threw away the cigarette and turned the horse's head.
"I still know a little about my peers."
"Then what should we do? Should we change the plan? If he finds out, our plan to find the fire dragon's egg may be exposed. "
Fatir looked up at the peak of Mount Kilimanjaro that towered into the clouds and thought for a moment.
"No hurry, let's follow the original plan. Let's rest for a few days. Let's wait until Gellert finds the clue. "
.....
.....
The military's confinement room was dark, and the air was filled with a thick stench. Some of the soldiers who were imprisoned in the past drowned in this place.
Every day, other than the time when meals were delivered, a small crack would be opened. At other times, it was pitch-black.
In such an environment, Gellert didn't even frown. He placed his hands flat on his knees. The darkness and loneliness made him sober. Thinking back to the years when he was studying in Durmstrang, he even felt that this place was somewhat familiar.
Although he only wanted to leave for a moment, he didn't do so. He still had his own mission to complete.
After an unknown amount of time, it could be a day, or it could be several days, the door of the confinement room suddenly opened.
A man in a brown military uniform and high-top leather boots appeared at the door of the confinement room. He was chewing on some candy in his mouth and twirling a military rod in his hand.
Gellert knew this man, Norb Hagrid. On the surface, he was a British captain stationed in Tanganyika. But in fact, he was a well-known alchemist in Britain, an alchemist who had done a lot of research on biology.
"Come out, Zorro."
Norb said lightly.
Gellert stood up and walked to the door. Norb pressed on his shoulder, reached his hand to his waist, pulled out Gellert's wand, and pushed him out of the confinement room.
Outside the door, the sun was shining brightly. On the yellow plains, there were a few small and white figures of wild sheep. In the distance, there was a group of zebras. Against the green bushes, they looked white.
And in this scenery, there was a disharmonious entanglement of barbed wire. In the middle of the barbed wire, there were hemispherical stone bunkers of different sizes.
Among them, Gellert saw the bald man who he fought with a few days ago squatting on top of the bunker. His face was bandaged, and he was smoking while looking at Gellert gloomily.
Some of the soldiers who were smoking beside him stood up and rudely pointed their middle fingers at Gellert.
"Hey, White Rabbit, Khunka said hello to you!"
"German, clean your mouth!"
"I'll stuff you with XX until you vomit."
Hagrid had no intention of stopping these ruffians. He just took Gellert all the way to the mountain road, asking questions as they walked.
"You're quite popular here. How long have you been in the army?"
"Two years."
Gellert followed the captain without looking sideways.
"Two years."
The captain chuckled.
"You're really something."
The two passed through the Muggle barracks one after another and came to the mountainside about 500 meters above sea level. Here, the noise in the Muggle barracks had almost disappeared. More than a dozen birds circled in the sky, leaving their fast-moving shadows on the ground.
Gellert's expression was dignified. There was a sense of prying and mental force field from all directions, telling him that there was more than one wizard here.
In 1913, the dark clouds of war covered the entire wizard world. Various factions and ethnic groups were in conflict with each other. Various forces were engaged in a fierce arms race. As the world's most secretive and cutting-edge force, the wizards were no exception.
The two walked along the mountain road and came near a huge stone arch. Three figures wearing linen robes and holding crooked wands appeared. They were painted with colorful oil paint, and their eyes were emotionless. They were three African shamans.
"What are you doing? Don't barge into the forbidden area."
One of the African shamans said in cold English.
Norbert took out a piece of sheepskin and handed it over with a smile.
"I'm the diplomatic ambassador of the British Department of Magic International Affairs. We want to visit King Solomon's tomb."
The black wizard with a ponytail took the sheepskin and glanced at it. "What about him?"
"He's my subordinate."
Norbert said very politely.
The three wizards stepped aside. "Ten minutes. Leave in ten minutes. Only the tomb is allowed."
Norbert nodded and patted Gellert's shoulder. The two of them walked into the stone arch one after the other.
As soon as they entered, the arched door rippled like water, and the two of them were teleported to an open space on the mountainside of Mount Kilimanjaro. There was only a lonely pile of rocks here, and there were a few indecipherable words engraved on the pile of rocks. It looked rather desolate.
"Why did you bring me here?"
Gellert asked Norbert. "This doesn't look like the captain's office …"
"I want to cooperate."
Norbert interrupted him directly.
Gellert's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't show it.
"What?"
"I know what you're looking for in Mount Kilimanjaro. I want to cooperate."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Gellert snorted without batting an eyelid.
"You think I'm a fool?"
Norbert Hagrid sneered and took out a piece of parchment. "What a coincidence, I 'picked up' this thing a few days ago from the camp of you three brothers."
Seeing the parchment, Gellert's pupils shrank, and his eyes immediately became dangerous. He took a step forward, but was immediately held by a magic wand under his chin.
"Relax, private."
Norbert laughed with a mocking look in his eyes.
"As long as I say the word, the group of black devils below will immediately come up."
He shook off the parchment, revealing the dense indigenous African text on it.
"Coincidentally, I'm good at Swahili. Do you want me to help translate?"
Gellert's face became gloomy and stood still.
"Dragons, the greatest creatures, the most despicable creatures, the darling of nature, the most efficient killing weapons, war machines. Only the most unusual wizards with the most spiritual power can control them.
I sent the last companion of my life to the highest mountain in Africa, waiting for one day to be awakened and bring the world into the ideal kingdom – Agares Vassago. "
Norbert: "Agares Vassago, do you know who that is?"
Gellert: "A dragon tamer."
"The greatest Dragon Tamer in history, one of Solomon's 72 Demon Gods. When his Dragon Taming Technique reached its peak, he had more than three hundred Fire Dragons serving him. In 1373, he alone could fight against an entire country's army.
Norbert put away the parchment and pointed to the top of his head. "The highest mountain in Africa, huh? Still want to play dumb? Grindelwald. Don't tell me you came all the way to Kilimanjaro for tourism. "
"And then?"
Gellert sighed. "What do you want?"
"Cooperation, I can take you and your brothers to the top of Kilimanjaro. Without me, you can't even get here. As a reward, I want a quarter of the total harvest. "
Gellert: "What if I say no?"
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