Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

As night fell, the torch ignited again. The soldiers of the barracks began to sing and banquet like drunken lives. Bonfires were lit everywhere, the air was filled with the aroma of spices and barbecue, and the crowd laughed rudely.

In an inconspicuous tent in the corner of the barracks, Fatir quickly filled his suitcase with various utensils. His suitcase was subjected to the Unmarking Stretching Curse, and he was dissatisfied with how it was installed.

When he was packing up his suitcase, Gellert leaned outside the camp and looked at the purple sky blankly. The sky in Africa was pure glass, dotted with small silver stars, which was very beautiful.

Jacob had nothing to do, so he lit a cigarette and stood beside 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 who were drinking and singing in the distance: "It's probably too much."

"Maybe, but they are satisfied."

Gellert's tone was slightly sarcasm, "How can they be satisfied with their small life, this sad world of war, and the boring work day after day."

Jacob was taken aback and shook his head, "They have drinks and girls, 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 Longshi Island, my ideal will make my life reach a height that these idiots can't reach."

Jacob's smoking was stagnant. After a little startled, he threw away the cigarette, his expression was unhappy, and he stopped talking.

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

"I like your way of thinking."

Fatir said: "I hope you can always be optimistic."

Gellert smiled slightly without answering. He drew out his wand and turned it around for a while, and the two men disappeared into the air.

As they walked away, Jacob spit on the ground and muttered: "Pretentious fool."

After speaking, he took out his wand and tapped it on his arm.

"Disler Falcon."

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

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

Jacob looked at Fatir: "It's time for you to take action."

Fatir nodded, and he opened the box. Take out a few crystal stones and a few pots of casting materials, and quickly fiddle with them on the ground. Soon, a simple teleportation array appeared on the stone.

"Will those **** find out?"

Jacob was a little worried.

"Hurry up. They can't find it." Fatir looked at Gellert: "Gellert, are you ready to mark it?"

Geller nodded.

Jacob stood up, and the three of them joined hands and fought in a circle. Gellert bit his finger again, a drop of blood dripped into the teleportation array, the teleportation array ignited a scarlet flame, 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 reached out and pointed at the mark under the ice.

Fatir squatted down, stroked the circular triangle pattern with a trembling palm, and murmured:

"The Deathly Hallows, the legendary symbol of the **** of death. It really is the heritage of the top dragon trainer."

"Can you open it?"

Jacob asked.

"I try my best."

Fatir opened the box, took out a jar of crystal clear blue powder, dipped it a bit, and pressed it on the stone wall, Bibi painted. The blue powder touched the stone wall and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Met the sponge water.

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

On the highest mountain on the African continent, the sign of the Deathly Hallows is slowly burning.

Fatir's face flushed, and he swung his wand open and closed, just as hard as the orchestra conductor was at the climax of his performance.

The entire stone wall was instantly burned to form a dazzling blue arch outline, and the rock in the arch that was the symbol of the death sacred disappeared, revealing a doorway, which seemed to be endless darkness.

He wiped the drops of sweat from his head, and before he could speak, Jacob rushed away from him a little impatiently and walked into the cave.

The hole looks dark, but it is not 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 the abyss.

The three of them stopped moving, and the low temperature in the air made them shiver involuntarily. It was cold, it was too cold.

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

Gellert tried to light up the wand, but after he tried the Fluorescent Charm, he found that his magic power was flowing like asphalt in an old pipe, running very hard.

Jacob on the side seemed to have encountered the same problem. He stroked the wall, spit out the white mist, and stammered: "Forbidden...Forbidden magic domain. It seems that magic is not allowed here."

At this time, Fatir took out a few small pieces of metal from the box and put them together in an orderly manner. Then he held down the metal block and chanted a few curses in a cadence:

"After staggering you, I see what I want."

As soon as the weird spell was finished, the metal pieces burned immediately, and a beast's shadow shining with blue luster was formed in the air.

The beast shadow is nearly ten meters high, with three heads at the top. Its eyes shoot out dazzling blue light, cutting through the darkness, and shining on the wall. Look in different directions.

The three directions are the directions of Gellert, Fattier, and Noble heads.

When Gellert moved his head, the animal brain on top of him also moved. Looking at another place, that place is exactly where Gellert's eyes are.

"really interesting."

Jacob tossed his head indiscriminately, like a patient with epilepsy. The beast shadow on top also tossed his head in a mess.

"Will this guy imitate my actions?"

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

With the light, the three began to look carefully at the surrounding environment. They saw a very strange sight in front of them. It was a circular space with a radius of hundreds of square meters, and the top of the space was a thick layer of ice on the top of Kilimanjaro.

The ground is a round ground like an altar. On the ground, the bones of countless dragons are as deep as fossils. The bumps are different to the touch. It's as if someone poured concrete into these dragons while they were still alive.

Connecting the top and bottom are stone pillars with the thickness of thighs. These pillars are thick at the top and thin in the middle. They are disconnected at a height of one person. There are about hundreds of them. Each one has a dragon egg suspended in it. .

Among them are black, blue, green, star-dotted, striped, leopard, and even transparent.

Fatir looked over one by one, and after looking at a row, he exclaimed in a low voice: "Oh my god, my god...have all the extinct dragon eggs been preserved?"

Seeing the dragon eggs stuck in the stone pillars, Jacob's eyes lit up with golden light, as if a miser saw a ton of gold. Despite the low temperature, he rushed forward and reached out to a black dragon egg. Take it.

However, the lingering air-conditioning instantly reduced him from frostbite, and he drew his hand back with an exclamation, and Fatir slapped him in annoyance.

"What is it? This is ancient cold magic, don't want your fingers anymore?"

Jacob sucked his fingers, muttering something with lingering fears, no more recklessness.

Gellert watched his movements coldly, and to be honest, he didn't feel much excitement after seeing these things for the first time. My 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 these dragon eggs to go to the black market for a lot of Jin Jialong.

For him, these dragon eggs are just some foreign objects, which may make his career faster and higher, but they can't improve his realm.

Fatir opened the box beside the dragon egg and took out a dry arm from the box. He pressed it slightly, and the arm glowed with silver light. He carefully stretched the dry arm into the gap of the stone pillar. Withered hands opened automatically, holding the dragon egg tightly.

After taking out the dragon egg, Fatir took out another Jin Jialong. A mouth was opened on his dry arm. He put Jin Jialong into the mouth of his arm, and the arm swallowed contentedly, and the palm loosened a little.

Ten Jin Jialongs were inserted in a row before that arm was completely released.

"Glorious Hand, you have all these money-burning gadgets."

Jacob held the box and sighed quietly.

"shut up."

Fatir stopped him, he carefully picked up the dragon egg and put it in the box. After finishing it, he walked to another dragon egg and proceeded in the same way. The glorious hand took out the dragon egg from the extreme cold time and time again, but Jin Jialong also swallowed more than once.

When Fatir fetched the dragon eggs, Gellert wandered in the crypt somewhat boredly. As he walked, he came to the middle of this large crypt for storing dragon eggs.

Here, in Ruoyingruo’s light, he saw a solitary dragon egg placed in the most central stone pillar. Unlike other dragon eggs, the surface of this dragon egg was glowing with a slight color. Suddenly it looks good.

He didn't have much interest in this thing at first, but on the stone pillar of this dragon egg, there was a row of handwriting that had been chiseled up. The words were like ghosts and symbols, and they couldn't understand at all.

"Fatier?"

Gellert called his teacher softly.

Fatir, who picked up the egg behind him, heard the voice and hurried over with Jacob, "What's the matter?"

"What does it mean?"

Gellert pointed to the set of characters. For some reason, he was very interested in the only set of characters in this hall.

Fatir turned his head to read for a moment.

"Arabic, foolish people, from one end to the end, is for the great wisdom."

"What does this mean?" Jacob asked puzzled.

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

After listening to his translation, Jacob showed an expression that he didn't know the so-called. He shrugged and happily put his glorious hand into the pillar and took away the colorful dragon egg, but whether it was Fatir or Jacob, both Did not show too much curiosity about this dragon egg.

Gellert stood motionless on the spot, watching the typesetting. His eyes were sore, this sentence seemed to touch a certain point in his heart, giving him an urge to cry.

For some reason, he could understand the energy contained in this row of simple words.

"From the very end, is this your understanding of life? It's just that how much courage it takes to say this kind of thing..."

He stroked the row of characters and muttered to himself. He got great spiritual comfort from this typesetting.

He didn't turn around until Fatil pushed him hard, and Fatir stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes.

"Why are you in a daze, let's go."

Gellert turned his head to look, he was fascinated by the typography. At some point, Fatir and Jacob had already taken all the treasures in this hall.

At this moment, Jacob was carrying a suitcase with a very satisfied expression on his face, as if he had imagined the scene of exchanging these dragon eggs for a large sum of Jin Jialong.

He nodded, glanced at the set of characters one last time, and walked towards the exit of the crypt.

When he walked to the entrance, Fatir planned to recycle the magic components used for lighting, but he walked to the door and looked up and let out a weird exclamation.

"what?"

Gellert: "What's wrong?"

Fatir pointed to the top of his head and wondered: "No, there are obviously only three people here, so why does psionic lighting have one more head."

Gellert looked up and saw that the dim three-headed lighting magic product, somehow turned into four heads.

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

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