Chapter 136

In 1913, Africa, Kilimanjaro Mountain

a small town on the border of Tanzania.

Some sporadic fires ignited by the fighting lit up the streets. The heat in the air is like boiling magma, shrouded in the night. A line of horses galloped across the mountain road, their hooves rolling up dust on the loess ground.

Horsetail drags a group of girls, whose hands are bound, and they run forward with the rope.

On horseback, British soldiers in black shoulder suits, carrying shotguns and torches, looked fanatical. They were on their way back to the barracks.

Back outside the barracks, the soldiers jumped off their horses. A group of soldiers dragged several black girls on the mountain. The woman whose hands were cut back by the soldiers was disheveled and disheveled. All of them are pretty, some of them are not even adults.

These are Sukuma women, and the perpetrators are some soldiers who have not received much education. Their faces are full of urgent roars. It is obviously not the first time that they have done such things.

This land is under British high handed governance, and no one cares what happens to a group of black people.

At this time, the three horses stopped from far to near, with three soldiers in blue canvas on their backs.

One has the appearance of a teenager with silver hair and fair skin.

A young man, tall and blonde.

The last young man, with black hair, blue eyes and a piece of grass in his mouth, seemed to be a bit of a slob.

The young blonde on horseback gazed coldly at the chaos in front of him, with no fanaticism but indifference on his face.

The black haired man around him noticed the frenzy of his companions under the calm appearance. He vomited away the grass roots and warned in a low voice:

"don't make trouble, greendevo. We have more important things to do."

At this time, a 10-year-old girl was dragged under the horse's hooves.

She screamed, half of her cheek bulging high, you can see that there is a very obvious palm print on it. Her right eye has been beaten so hard that it only shows a gap, and the blood oozing from nose and mouth is everywhere.

The rough clothes were obviously torn by brute force, and there were scratches and blood everywhere on the exposed dark skin, which looked a little harsh.

The man didn't speak, but the palm of his hand holding the reins was already clenched.

The young man with black hair still wanted to talk, and one arm stopped him.

It turned out that the first silver haired boy on the horse turned his horse's head, "finish it quickly, Garrett, don't expose your identity."

Garrett glanced at his teacher, nodded, dismounted, and strode toward the group.

One after another, a bareheaded soldier was riding on the girl, writhing wildly. This is a strong man with tattoos on his neck and extremely muscular. He turned his head in a puff and his eyes turned red.

At this time, a palm with black leather gloves patted him on the shoulder.

The bald man, who was about to commit violence, turned his head and saw a tall, blonde young man in an ordinary private uniform, so he said fiercely:

"what are you doing, German? I advise you not to worry about your leisure...

without losing your voice, he answered him with a straight punch.

Bang!!

Meat meets meat.

He got a nosebleed and fell on the woman who was covering her chest. The woman ran back screaming and crawling.

The bald man who covered his nose quickly got up and roared, "you want to die, little beast?"

Garrett looked at him coldly, took off his gloves and moved his neck. Another punch hit him in the face, and the punch was so heavy that he tumbled into the crowd.

This time, all the soldiers of the group of violent female prisoners looked over. Like the fuse to ignite explosives, desire in the air turns into violence in the blink of an eye, and the atmosphere is extremely violent.

A group of soldiers quickly surrounded, some of them didn't mention their pants, so the black and muddy things were sloshing in the air.

The bald man got up and pointed to Garrett grindwall.

"Kill him!"

"Kill this German!"

The crowd came forward one after another. Two soldiers held Garrett on the shoulder. The bald man took the opportunity to punch Garrett in the belly.

"Kill him! Eat his meat

"Drink his blood!"

In the fanatical cry, Gellert broke free from the shackles and did not hesitate to return the color. Kick in the belly of a bald man.

He grabbed his arm on his shoulder and directly threw the two soldiers who bound him over his shoulder to the ground.

The fighting in the square became white hot.

On the other side, the young man with black hair riding on his horse looked at the chaotic battle in the mud and frowned at the young man with silver hair:

"do you indulge him so much?"

Fatil calmly struck a match and lit a cigarette: "he is my student.""What about me?"

Some discontented, Jacob asked, "can I not listen to my cousin?"

Fatil looked at him, puffed a cigarette into his face, and said nothing.

The chaotic situation quickly became clear. After a few punches, Garrett quickly hit several Muggle soldiers by counterattack. His fighting ability was far better than that of ordinary soldiers.

Seeing that his companions had been knocked down by the blonde youth, the bald man rushed to one side, picked up a shotgun, took the butt of the shotgun and hit Garrett in the face.

Garrett didn't use magic. He flashed through the butt of his gun very quickly, hit him on the chin with a heavy backhand punch, and hit him with a hook punch, which made him fall to the ground.

Garrett made no secret of his disgust. He flew forward and stepped on the man's chest. He hammered hard on the man's face three times in a row. One punch was harder than the other.

In the blood splash, the big man's nose was smashed into his face. Straight hit around the warm cheers into a low alarm, he still did not stop.

Even the young women who were saved by him looked scared.

Fatil's eyes were fixed. He flicked off his cigarette and put his hand in his waist, ready to dismount.

Just then, a roar came from the distance,

"enough!"

A short man in a dark blue uniform and black leather boots came quickly. He had several gold stripes on his shoulder. He was an army captain. He grabbed Garrett by the shoulder and pulled him away.

The blood dripped from Garrett's fist, in which senbai's knuckles could be seen. The bald man's face was badly beaten by him, and half of his teeth were lost.

"What's the matter, private fights!"

The captain roared.

The bald man, covering his face, stumbled up from the ground, howling bitterly and hoarsely, "Captain Hagrid, he did it first."

"Never seen a woman? Don't disgrace me here

The captain roared and kicked his bald ass.

"Shut me up! Three days for each! "

A large number of armed soldiers came out from the other side, their faces were dark, and they were obviously not the mob of bullying women. The soldiers tied up all the brawlers present. And that includes Garrett.

The bald man was pulled back by two soldiers. He roared with blood on his face: "Kraut, wait for me. When I come out, you'll be dead!"

Garrett wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and calmly raised his middle finger.

This action resulted in an iron bar hitting him on the calf.

Captain Hagrid: be honest

He angrily scolded Garrett, but his eyes were fixed on the silver haired boy on the horse. There was not much fluctuation and temperature in his eyes.

Fatil looked at him and sat still on his horse. Let Garrett be escorted by two soldiers and pushed into the barracks.

The young man with black hair whispered:

"it's Norbert Hagrid, the alchemist."

"Don't remind me, Jacob."

Fatil threw away his cigarette and turned his horse around.

"I know something about my peers."

"Then what should we do? Is the plan going to change? If he finds out, our plan to find the fire dragon egg may come to light

Fatil looked up at the top of Kilimanjaro and thought for a moment.

"It's not urgent. We'd better follow the original plan. Let's take a rest for a few days. Wait until Garrett finds the clue. "

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...

the military's confinement room is black and the air is still filled with a strong stench. It is estimated that some soldiers who were imprisoned in the past were directly drowned in this kind of place.

Every day, in addition to the meal delivery time will open a light slit, other times are out of sight.

In such an environment, Garrett did not frown. His hands were flat on his knees. Darkness and loneliness sobered him up. When he thought of the years he had been studying in demstrang, he even felt that the place was a little friendly.

Although it's only a moment for him to leave, he didn't do it. He still has his own task to complete.

I don't know how long, maybe one day, maybe several days, the door of the confinement room suddenly opened.

A man in a brown uniform and high top leather boots appeared at the door of the cell, chewing no candy and holding an army stick in his hand.

Garrett knows this man, Norbert Hagrid. On the surface, he is a British captain stationed in Tanganyika, but in fact, he is a little-known British alchemist who has a lot of research on biology.

"Come out, Zorro."

Norbert said faintly.

Garrett got up and went to the door. Norbert pressed his shoulder, put his palm around his waist, pulled out Garrett's wand and pushed him out of the gate of the cell.Outside, the sun was shining high. On the Yellow plain, there were several small and white wild sheep. In the distance, there were a group of zebras. Against the background of green shrubs, they looked white.

Among these scenes, there are many barbed wire netting. In the middle of the barbed wire netting, there are many hemispherical stone blockhouses, some big and some small.

Among them, Garrett saw the bald man who had been fighting with him a few days ago squatting on the top of the blockhouse, his face bandaged, smoking and looking at himself.

Some of the smoking soldiers around him stood up and pointed rudely to Garrett:

"Hello, big white rabbit, kunkato, I say hello to you!"

"German, wash your mouth!"

"I'll use xx to make you vomit."

Hagrid didn't mean to stop these soldiers, so he took Garrett all the way up the mountain road and asked,

"you are very popular here. How long have you been in the army?"

"Two years."

Garrett followed the captain without strabismus.

"Two years."

The captain chuckled.

"It's you."

One by one, they went through the Muggle barracks and came to the hillside about 500 meters above sea level. Here, the noise in the Muggle barracks was almost gone. More than a dozen birds hover in the sky, leaving their fast-moving shadows on the ground

Garrett's expression is dignified, and from all sides comes a sense of peeping and mental field, telling him that there is more than one wizard here.

In 1913, the dark cloud of war covered the whole wizard world. Various factions and nationalities are fighting against each other. All forces are engaged in a fierce arms race. As the most secretive and cutting-edge wizard in the world, it is also inevitable.

When they came to a huge stone arch along the mountain road, three figures in linen robes and crooked wands appeared. They are painted with colorful oil and have no emotion in their eyes. These are three African sacrifices.

"What are you doing? Don't rush into the forbidden area."

One of them said in cold English.

Norbert took out a piece of sheep skin and handed it to him smilingly.

"I'm the ambassador of the Department of magic international affairs of the United Kingdom. We'd like to visit the cemetery of King Solomon."

The braided black wizard took a look at the sheepskin and said, "what about him?"

"He's under me."

Norbert said very politely.

Three witches give way to a position, "ten minutes, ten minutes to leave, only allowed to visit the cemetery."

Norbert nodded, patted Garrett on the shoulder, and they walked back and forth into the stone arch.

As soon as they entered the arch, they were sent to an open space on the hillside of Kilimanjaro, where there was only a solitary stone pile with a few words engraved on it, which looked rather desolate.

"Why did you bring me here?"

Garrett asked Norbert, "this is not like the captain's office..."

"I want to cooperate."

Norbert interrupted him directly.

Garrett's heart thumped, but it didn't show.

"What?"

"I know what you're looking for in Kilimanjaro. I want to cooperate."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Gellert scoffed in silence.

"You think I'm a fool?"

Norbert Hagrid sneered and pulled out a piece of parchment. "What a coincidence. I picked it up from your three brothers' camp a few days ago."

At the sight of the sheepskin, Garrett's eyes became dangerous as soon as his pupils shrank. He stepped forward, but was immediately supported by a magic wand under his chin.

"Relax, private."

Norbert said with a smile and a look of abuse in his eyes.

"As long as I say a word, the next group of black ghost horses will come up."

He shakes the sheepskin to reveal the dense African Aboriginal script on it.

"As it happens, I'm good at Swahili. Do you want me to translate it for you?"

Garrett's face darkened and he stood still.

"Dragons, the greatest creatures, the most despicable creatures, the favorite of nature, the most efficient killing weapons, war machines. Only the most unusual and spiritual wizard can control it.

I will send my last friend back to the highest mountain in Africa, waiting to be awakened one day and bring the world into the ideal country - agarez vasak. "

Norbert: agarez vasak, do you know who that is

Garrett: "a dragon trainer."

"The greatest dragon trainer in history, one of Solomon's 72 demons, had more than 300 fire dragons serving him when his dragon training skill reached its peak. In 1373, he could resist a country's army by himself.Norbert put away the parchment and pointed to the top of his finger: "the highest mountain in Africa, eh? Do you want to play dumb? Grindevo. Don't tell me you've come all the way to Kilimanjaro to travel. "

"And then?"

Garrett sighed, "what do you want?"

"Cooperation, I can take your brothers to the top of Kilimanjaro Mountain. You can't get in here without me. In return, I need a quarter of the total

Garrett: what if I say no

"I'll tell the group of niggers who are guarding the grave what you want to do. I want to tell them that there are some ways of witchcraft in Africa."