As night fell, the torch lit up again. The soldiers in the barracks began to sing and have a feast. Campfires were lit everywhere, the smell of spices and barbecue filled the air, and the crowd laughed rudely.

In a humble tent in the corner of the barracks, fatil quickly filled his suitcase with all kinds of utensils. His suitcase was given the no trace stretching curse, and he could not fill it.

While he was packing his suitcase, Garrett leaned against the tent and looked at the purple sky without expression. The sky in Africa was just like glass, dotted with small silver stars. It was very beautiful.

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

Gellert did not look at him, but said faintly, "those soldiers, they are singing."

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

"Maybe, but they are satisfied."

Gellert tone with a hint of irony, "how can they be satisfied with their small life, this sad world of war, and that day after day boring work."

Jacob was stunned and shook his head. "They have drinks, they have girls, and maybe there are wives and children waiting for them at home. And you, what do you have, grindevo

"Ideal."

Garrett stares at Jacob.

"When I find Longshi Island, my ideal will make my life reach the height that these fools can't reach."

When Jacob stopped smoking, he was a little stunned and threw away his cigarette. His expression was not good and he wanted to say something.

At this time, fatil finally packed his luggage and equipment. He stood beside Garrett with a box.

"I like your way of thinking."

"I hope you're always optimistic," fatier said

Garrett gave a little smile and did not answer. He took out his wand and turned it a little, and they disappeared into the air.

When they got far away, Jacob spat on the ground and muttered, "conceited fool."

With that, he drew out his wand and knocked on his arm.

"Disraement."

His figure fluctuated, his body and background merged and disappeared into the air.

Three people along the mountain road all the way to the top of Kilimanjaro. When they reached an unmanned waterfall about 500 meters above sea level, they stopped and exited from the phantom state.

Jacob looked at fatil: "it's time for you to do it."

Fatil nodded. He opened the box. Take out a few crystal stones and a few cans of casting materials, and quickly fiddle with them on the ground. Soon, a simple transmission array appears on the stone.

"Will the niggers find out?"

Jacob was a little uneasy.

"Hurry up, get something and move it. They can't find it." Fatil looked at Garrett and said, "Garrett, have you marked it?"

Geller nodded.

And Jacob stood up, and three men joined hands in a circle. Garrett once again bit his finger, a drop of fresh blood in the transmission array, the transmission array ignited a scarlet flame, the three disappeared in the blink of an eye.

...

...

when they reappear, they come to the place where Gellert left blood during the day.

"Here."

Garrett reached out and pointed to the mark under the ice.

Fatil squatted down, stroked the circle triangle with trembling palm, and murmured:

"Deathly Hallows, the symbol of the God of death in legend. It's really the inheritance of the top dragon trainer. "

"Can you open it?"

Asked Jacob.

"I try my best."

Fatil opened the box, took out a can of crystal blue powder, dipped it in a little, and pressed it on the stone wall. Bibi drew. The blue powder touched the stone wall and disappeared in the blink of an eye, just like the sponge water.

After a while, fatil stood up and waved his wand. The whole stone wall fluctuates like water. A bright blue flame burns along the stone wall and gradually forms a circle, in which a triangle is wrapped, and a vertical bar appears in the triangle.

The symbol of the Deathly Hallows burns slowly on the highest mountain in Africa.

Fatil's face was flushed. He waved his wand like a conductor at the climax of his performance.

The whole stone wall was instantly burned out of a dazzling blue arch outline. The rock of the Deathly Hallows sign in the arch disappeared, revealing a door opening, which seemed to be endless darkness.

He wiped the sweat on his head. Before he spoke, Jacob ran into him impatiently and went to the cave.

The hole looks black, but it's not really deep. Soon after, the three of them followed the old cracked tunnel to the bottom of the cave. The darkness here is thick and dense, and nothing can be seen clearly, as if linking to the abyss.Three people did not move, the air filled with low temperature let them have involuntarily shiver, cold, it is too cold.

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

Garrett tried to light up the wand, but after he tried the fluorescent charm, he found that his magic was like asphalt in an old pipe, and it was very difficult to run.

One side of Jacob seems to have encountered the same problem, he stroked the wall, vomited a mouthful of white fog, stammered: "forbidden... Forbidden magic field, it seems that magic is not allowed here."

At this time, fatil took a few small pieces of metal from the box and put them together in an orderly way. Then he held down the metal block and intoned a few words:

"after you falter, what I want."

As soon as the weird spell was over, the metal pieces suddenly burned and formed a shining blue animal shadow in the air.

The animal's shadow is nearly ten meters high, with three heads at the top. It shoots a dazzling blue light from its eyes, cuts through the darkness and shines on the wall. Look in different directions.

All three directions are the direction that Garrett, fatil and noble are headed in.

Garrett moved his head, and so did the animal brain on top of him. He looked to another place, which was exactly where Garrett could see.

"It's really... Interesting."

Jacob tossed his head around like a patient with epilepsy. The animal's shadow on the top also threw its head around in a mess.

"Will this guy imitate me?"

"Come on, this is psionic lighting. It won't last long." Said fatier.

With the help of the light, the three people began to look at the surrounding environment carefully. In front of them was a very strange scene. It was a circular space of hundreds of square meters, with the thick ice on the top of Kilimanjaro Mountain.

And the ground is the altar of the general round ground, on the ground, countless dragon bones as deep as fossils. It feels different. It's as if someone had cemented these dragons while they were still alive.

Connecting the top and bottom is a thigh thick stone column, which is thick on the top and thin in the middle. It is broken at the height of one person. There are about hundreds of stone columns, each with a dragon egg suspended in it.

There are black, blue, green, star, striped, leopard, and even transparent ones.

Fatil looked over one by one. After looking at a row, he exclaimed in a low voice, "Oh, my God... Have all the extinct eggs survived?"

When he saw those dragon eggs stuck in the stone pillar, Jacob's eyes lit up with gold, just like a miser saw a ton of gold. Regardless of the low temperature, he rushed up and reached for a black dragon egg.

However, the dense air-conditioning of the dragon's egg instantly reduced his frostbite. He drew back his hand with a exclamation, and fatil patted him angrily.

"Mang what mang? This is the ancient low-temperature magic. Don't you want fingers? "

Jacob sucked his fingers and muttered something with a lingering fear, no more rashness.

Garrett watched his movements coldly. To be honest, he didn't get much excited after the first sight of these things. His teacher is excited because he comes from the traditional dragon training family and has a natural obsession with dragons, while Jacob is probably excited because he wants to trade these dragon eggs for a large number of jinjialong in the black market.

For him, these dragon eggs are just external things, which may help his career to a higher level more quickly, but it can't improve his realm.

Fatil opened the box beside the dragon's egg and took out a dry arm from the box. He pressed it slightly and the arm was shining with silver light. He carefully extended the dry arm into the gap of the stone pillar. Dry hands open automatically, holding the eggs.

After taking out the egg, fatil took out another golden gallon. A mouth opened on a dry arm. He put kingalon in the mouth of his arm, which made a satisfied swallowing sound, and the palm of his hand loosened a little.

Ten kingalons in a row, and the arm was completely released.

"Hand of glory, you have all these money burning things."

Jacob held the box and sighed in a low voice.

"Don't talk too much."

Fatil stopped him. He picked up the egg carefully and put it into the box. After that, he went to another dragon egg and did the same. The glorious hand took out the dragon egg from the extreme cold again and again, but it devoured more and more Jin Jialong.

While fatil was picking up the eggs, Garrett wandered around the crypt in a bored way. Walking, he came to the middle of this large storage cavern.

Here, in the light of the shadow, he saw a lone dragon egg placed in the center of a stone pillar. Unlike other dragon eggs, the surface of the dragon egg was suffused with a slight color light, which was beautiful.

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

Garrett whispered to his teacher.

After hearing the sound, fatil, who was picking up the eggs, came with Jacob, "what's the matter?"

"What does that mean?"

Garrett pointed to the typesetting, and somehow he was interested in the only typesetting in the hall.

Fatil read for a moment,

"Arabic, a fool, from one to the last, is wisdom."

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

"It means that a fool who only does one thing in his life is actually a wise man." Fatil explained.

After listening to his translation, Jacob showed an expression that he didn't know. He shrugged his shoulders, put his glorious hand into the pillar, and took the beautiful dragon egg. However, neither fatil nor Jacob showed much curiosity about the dragon egg.

Garrett stood still, looking at the typesetting. Eyes a acid, this sentence seems to touch a point in his heart, let him have a kind of impulse to tears.

Somehow, he understood the energy in this simple line of words.

"From one to the end, is that your understanding of life? But, how much courage do you have to have to say that... "

he stroked the typesetting and murmured to himself. He got great solace from this typesetting.

It wasn't until fatil gave him a hard push that he turned around. Fatil reached out and shook his hand in front of his eyes.

"What's the matter? Let's go."

Garrett turned to look at the typesetting and was fascinated by it. I don't know when fatil and Jacob had finished taking all the treasures in the hall.

At the moment, Jacob is carrying a suitcase with a very satisfied expression, as if he had imagined that he would exchange these dragon eggs for a large sum of gold.

He nodded, took a final look at the typesetting, and made for the crypt exit.

At the entrance, fatil plans to recycle the magic components used for lighting, but he goes to the door and looks up, giving out a strange exclamation.

"Why?"

Garrett: what's the matter

Fatil pointed to the top of his head and wondered, "no, there are only three people here. Why does psionic lighting have one more head?"

Gellert looked up and saw that the magic product of the dim three head lighting turned into four heads at some time.

The powerful mental field made him feel bad, but before he could react, a figure quietly emerged from the darkness, with a sharp knife across fatil's neck.

"Don't move, just move and kill him."