Night fell, and the torches were lit again. The soldiers in the barracks began to sing and feast like they were in a dream. Bonfires were lit everywhere, and the air was filled with the smell of spices and barbecue. The crowd laughed rudely.
In an inconspicuous tent in the corner of the barracks, Fatir quickly packed all kinds of utensils into a suitcase. His suitcase had been cast with the Traceless Stretch Spell, and it was not full no matter how much he packed.
While he was packing the suitcase, Gellert leaned outside the tent, looking at the dark purple sky with a blank expression. The African sky was as pure as glass, dotted with some small silver stars. It was very beautiful.
Jacob had nothing to do, so he lit a cigarette, stood beside Gellert and asked, "Hey, what are you thinking about?"
Gellert did not look at him, and only said lightly, "Those soldiers, they are singing."
Jacob looked at the soldiers who were drinking and singing in the distance. "Most likely they have drunk too much."
"Maybe, but they are very satisfied."
Gellert's tone had a hint of sarcasm. "How can they be satisfied with their small lives, this sad world of war, and the boring day after day of work?"
Jacob was stunned and shook his head. "They have wine to drink, girls to chase, and maybe a wife and children waiting for them at home. What about you, Grindelwald? "
"Ideals."
Gellert stared at Jacob.
"When I find Dragonstone Island, my ideals will make life reach a height that these idiots can't reach."
Jacob's smoking stopped. He was stunned for a moment, then he threw away the cigarette with an unhappy expression. He wanted to say something but stopped.
At this time, Fatir finally finished packing the luggage and utensils. He stood beside Gellert with a suitcase in his hand.
"I like the way you think."
Fatir said, "I hope you can always be optimistic."
Gellert smiled slightly and did not answer. He pulled out his wand, turned it slightly, and the two of them disappeared into the air.
When they were far away, Jacob spat on the ground and muttered, "Arrogant idiot."
After that, he pulled out his wand and tapped it on his arm.
"Dysler Falcon Mort."
His body rippled, and his body merged with the background and disappeared into the air.
The three of them walked along the mountain path towards the top of Mount Kilimanjaro. When they reached an uninhabited waterfall about 500 meters above sea level, they stopped and exited the illusion state.
Jacob looked at Fatir. "It's time for you to make a move."
Fatir nodded and opened the box. He took out a few crystals and a few jars of spellcasting materials and quickly set them up on the ground. Soon, a simple teleportation circle appeared on the rock.
"Will we be discovered by those black ghosts?"
Jacob was a little worried.
"Hurry up. Once you get the item, just use Mirage and leave. They won't notice." Fatir looked at Gellert. "Gellert, have you made the mark?"
Gellert nodded.
Jacob stood up, and the three of them held hands and fought in a circle. Gelert bit his finger again and dripped a drop of blood into the teleportation circle. The teleportation circle ignited with 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 place where Gellert left his blood during the day.
"Here."
Gellert stretched out his hand and pointed at the mark under the ice.
Fatir squatted down and stroked the triangular ring pattern with his trembling palm and murmured:
"The Sacred Artifact of Death, the legendary symbol of Death. It really is the inheritance of the top Dragon Tamer. "
"Can you open it?"
Jacob asked.
"I'll try my best."
Fatir opened the box and took out a bottle of sparkling blue powder. She dipped it in a little and pressed it against the stone wall. She drew a picture. When the blue powder touched the stone wall, it disappeared in the blink of an eye. It was like water that had touched a sponge.
After a while, Fatir stood up and waved his wand. The whole stone wall rippled like water, and a shining blue flame burned along the stone wall, gradually forming a circle. The circle wrapped around a triangle, and a vertical bar appeared in the triangle.
On the highest mountain of the African continent, the symbol of the Sacred Artifact of Death slowly burned.
Fatir's face was flushed, and he waved his wand, like an orchestra conductor at the climax of his performance, he tapped it heavily.
The whole stone wall was instantly burned into a dazzling blue outline of an arch. The rock with the symbol of the Sacred Artifact of Death in the arch disappeared, revealing a doorway, and there seemed to be endless darkness inside.
He wiped the sweat off his head, and before he could say anything, Jacob impatiently pushed him away and walked into the cave.
The cave looked dark, but it was not deep. Soon, the three of them followed the old and cracked tunnel to the bottom of the cave. The darkness here was thick and dense, and nothing could be seen clearly, as if it was linked to the abyss.
The three of them stopped moving, and the low temperature in the air made them shiver involuntarily. Cold, it was too cold.
It was as if they had come to an ultra-low temperature freezer.
Gellert tried to light up his wand, but after he tried the Fluorescent Spell, he found that his magic flowed like asphalt in an old pipe, and it was very difficult to operate.
Jacob on the side seemed to have encountered the same problem. He touched the wall, exhaled a white mist, and stammered, "Anti-Magic Field, it seems that magic is not allowed here."
At this time, Fatir took out a few small pieces of metal from the box, and methodically put them together. Then he pressed the metal pieces and whispered a few words of incantation in a low tone:
"Stumble thou, see my request."
As soon as the strange incantation was finished, the metal pieces suddenly burned and formed a shining blue beast shadow in the air.
The beast shadow was nearly ten meters tall, with three heads at the top. Its eyes shot out a dazzling blue light, cutting through the darkness and shining on the wall. They looked in different directions.
In all three directions, Gellert, Fatir, and Norbert's heads were looking in the same direction.
As soon as Gellert moved his head, the beast on top of him also moved its head. He looked at another place, the place where Gellert's gaze landed.
"It's … really … interesting."
Jacob shook his head from side to side like a patient who had epilepsy. The beast silhouette at the top was also swinging its head back and forth in a disorderly manner.
"Can this guy imitate my movements?"
"Hurry up, this is psionic illumination, it won't last long," Fatir said.
The three of them began to carefully look at the surrounding environment with the help of the light. In front of them was a very strange scene. This was a circular space with a radius of hundreds of square meters, and the top of the space was the thick layer of ice on top of Mount Kilimanjaro.
The ground was a round ground like an altar, and on the ground, countless dragon skeletons were stuck deep in it like fossils. It felt different to the touch. It was as if someone had poured cement on these dragons when they were still alive.
Connecting the top and the bottom were stone pillars as thick as thighs. These stone pillars were thick at the top and thin in the middle, broken at the height of a person. There were about a hundred of them, and each of them had a dragon egg floating in it.
Among them, there were black, blue, green, starry, striped, leopard, and even transparent.
Fatir looked at them one by one, and after looking at a row, he exclaimed in a low voice, "Oh my god, oh my god … Could it be that all the extinct dragon eggs have been preserved?"
Seeing the dragon eggs stuck in the stone pillars, Jacob's eyes lit up with golden light, like a miser who saw a ton of gold. He ignored the low temperature and rushed forward, reaching out to grab a black dragon egg.
However, the cold air of the dragon egg instantly frostbitten him, he screamed and retracted his hand, and Fatir angrily slapped him.
"What are you doing? This is ancient low-temperature magic, don't you want your fingers anymore? "
Jacob sucked his fingers and muttered a few words with lingering fear, but he did not act rashly again.
Gellert looked at his actions coldly. To be honest, after the surprise at first sight of these things, he was not too excited. His teacher was excited because he came from a traditional dragon tamer family and had a natural obsession with dragons, while Jacob was probably excited because he wanted to exchange these dragon eggs for a lot of gold coins on the black market.
And for him, these dragon eggs were just some external objects, they might be able to speed up his career, but they could not improve his realm.
Fatir opened the box beside the dragon egg, and took out a withered arm from the box. He pressed it slightly, and the arm lit up with a silver light. He carefully put the withered arm into the gap between the stone pillars. The withered arm opened automatically, and held the dragon egg tightly.
After taking out the dragon egg, Fatir took out another gold coin. There was a mouth on the withered arm. He put the gold coin into the mouth of the arm, and the arm made a satisfied swallowing sound, and the palm loosened a little.
After stuffing ten gold coins in a row, the arm was completely released.
"The Hand of Glory, you even have this money-burning thing."
Jacob held the box and sighed softly.
"Don't talk too much."
Fatir stopped him, and he carefully picked up the dragon egg and put it into the box. After that, he walked to another dragon egg and did the same thing. The Hand of Glory took out the dragon egg from the extreme cold again and again, but the amount of gold coins it devoured was more and more each time.
While Fatir was taking the dragon egg, Gellert was a little bored and strolled around the crypt. As he walked, he came to the middle of the large crypt where the dragon egg was stored.
Here, in the faint light, he saw a lone dragon egg placed in the center of a stone pillar. Unlike the other dragon eggs, the surface of this dragon egg was glowing with a faint colorful light, and it was very beautiful.
He was not interested in this thing at first, but on the stone pillar of this dragon egg, there was a row of words that were chiseled. The words were like scribbles, and he could not understand them at all.
"Fatir?"
Gellert called out softly to his teacher.
Fatir, who was taking the egg behind him, heard the sound and rushed over with Jacob. "What's wrong?"
"What does this mean?"
Gellert pointed to the row of words, and for some reason, he was very interested in the only row of words in this hall.
Fatir tilted her head and read for a moment.
"Arabic, a foolish person, faithful to one thing until death, is called great wisdom."
"What does this mean?" Jacob asked, puzzled.
"It means that a foolish person who only does one thing in his life is actually a wise person," Fatir explained.
After listening to his translation, Jacob showed a confused expression. He shrugged and excitedly reached the Hand of Glory into the pillar and took away the colorful dragon egg. But neither Fatir nor Jacob showed much curiosity about this dragon egg.
Gellert stood still and looked at the row of words. His eyes were sore, and this sentence seemed to touch a point in his heart, making him have the urge to cry.
For some reason, he could understand the energy contained in this row of simple words.
"Faithful to one thing until death, is this your understanding of life? It's just, how much courage does it take to say such words … "
He touched the row of words and muttered to himself. He gained great spiritual comfort from this row of words.
It wasn't until Fatir pushed him hard that he came back to his senses. Fatir reached out and waved her hand in front of his eyes.
"What are you daydreaming about, let's go."
Gellert turned his head and looked. He was fascinated by the row of words. He didn't know when, but Fatir and Jacob had taken all the treasures in this hall.
At this moment, Jacob was carrying a suitcase with a satisfied expression on his face, as if he had already imagined the scene of exchanging these dragon eggs for a large number of gold coins.
He nodded, took one last look at the row of words, and walked to the exit of the crypt.
Walking to the entrance, Fatir planned to retrieve the magic components used for illumination, but when he walked to the door and looked up, he let out a strange exclamation.
"Huh?"
Gellert asked, "What's wrong?"
Fatir pointed to the top of his head and wondered, "That's not right, there are only three people here, why is there an extra head for the psionic illumination?"
Gellert looked up, and the dim three-headed illumination magic product, unknowingly, had turned into a four-headed illumination.
With his powerful spiritual force field, he suddenly felt something was wrong, but before he could react, a figure quietly emerged from the darkness, and a sharp knife was placed on Fatir's neck.
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