Chapter 1141 Ekstag Prison

When it comes to transporting prisoners, the German Ministry of Magic, like other magical governments, chooses Thestrals.

Since Vincent was taken onto the carriage, they headed north, flying hundreds of kilometers above the cold and dark Black Forest.

On the way, they saw large areas of fir tree trunks that had been burned black by the fierce fire. They looked like big black charcoal sticks standing there.

The delayed fire had basically been extinguished, but the damage it had caused was irreversible. The five wizards escorting Vincent stared at him almost the entire time.

As the carriage passed through a thick fog, the forest ahead looked like a large bald spot.

This was not damage caused by Lihuo, but was deliberately created by humans.

The carriage slowly landed, and Vincent saw what seemed to be a huge round metal object on the ground.

As the distance gets closer, a giant gear-shaped metal object can be clearly seen.

Its diameter is about 50 meters, with large areas of rust on the surface, and the part exposed above the ground is more than ten meters high.

As Vincent pondered the function of the giant gear, it suddenly began to spin slowly.

Ye Qi pulled the carriage and accelerated towards the gear. Just as a collision was about to happen, a pitch-black hole appeared on the surface of the rotating gear.

It was just big enough for a carriage to pass through, and it turned out to be a metal arch.

Inside the cave entrance is an inverted cone-shaped sinkhole, and there seems to be something hanging along the rock wall all the way down.

The carriage finally landed on a narrow platform, and the tall wizard couldn't wait to get up and push Vincent off the carriage.

"Schmidt, your good days are over."

The tall wizard and four other wizards escorted Vincent to the other side of the platform, where there was a rusty metal structure that looked like an elevator.

"Click, click, click--" something that looked like a lift started moving, and it rolled up an iron chain.

What was rolled up was not only the chain, but also a very compact iron cage.

The tall wizard pushed Vincent to the front of the iron cage and said, "This will be where you will live in your old age."

Vincent looked at the cage, then at himself, and then at the four wizards behind him.

It turned out that the things hanging on the rock wall below were iron cages of this kind. These were so compact that an adult could only curl up with his knees hugged when he got inside.

"What are you looking at!" The tall wizard took out a crystal ball detection instrument and probed his body back and forth.

Without a wand, simple items like the mithril robe would not react, and the magic communicator was judged to be a dangerous item.

The tall wizard took off the magic communicator from Vincent's wrist and pushed him forward. "Schmidt, stay down there and repent."

Vincent suddenly felt that Death Eaters were quite happy.

Compared to Eckerstag, Azkaban is simply heaven.

As soon as he got into the iron cage, the tall wizard locked it immediately.

"Click, click, click--" The rusty elevator started moving again, this time it was lowering the iron chain.

The cages that Eckstad used to hold prisoners seemed to come in only one size, and Vincent saw several large guys, and he had no idea how they got in.

As the depth decreased, a large number of rusted metal pipes appeared on the rock wall.

Some of them spew out high-temperature steam, and some spew out low-temperature steam.

The prisoners here all endured the torture of ice and fire with numbness on their faces. Maybe they would scream and shout at the beginning, but now they are used to it.

Vincent's iron cage continued to move downwards, and in this dark environment, he smelled a smell that was very much like sulfur.

Azkaban had Dementors, and Extag had similar guards.

He remembered that old man Newt had said that there was an extremely ferocious magical animal here. It was called the Scorpion Tail, native to Greece. Its shell had a magic resistance close to that of dragon skin, and it had two pairs of lobster-like claws. A sting from its scorpion tail would kill on the spot. The smell of sulfur was probably the smell of its excrement.

Old man Newt also said that there is a nest of scorpion tails in Extag. Young scorpion tails are easier to deal with. You can disguise yourself as one of their kind by imitating their movements.

If you encounter an adult Scorpion Tail, there is only one rule for survival - run.

With a "bang", the cage that stopped descending suddenly crashed into the rock wall covered with green slime.

Black smoke came out of the part of the iron cage that was in contact with the mucus. This mucus should be the secretion of an adult scorpion-tailed beast.

Vincent wanted the iron cage to be corroded, but unfortunately it did not hit the rock wall after shaking a few times. The previous impact was probably due to the fixed iron chain.

"Helmut?" a weak voice came from the darkness.

Vincent looked in the direction of the sound and could vaguely see an iron cage not far in front of him.

"It's me, who are you?"

The voice was much louder, but still sounded very weak. "Bernard Kramer, how come you were also imprisoned here?"

It turned out to be old Kramer, one of the founders of the Witch Party, and a descendant of the Kramer family, which is also an ancient German pure-blood wizard family.

Vincent squinted, trying to see his features.

Old Cramer sighed, "Once you get used to the environment here, you will naturally be able to see me."

Extag is already pitch black, and the depth here is at least more than two hundred meters. It is considered adaptable that you can see the cage not far away as soon as you arrive.

In the darkness, Vincent stretched his cuffed hands, which were a little sore, and said, "Actually, I'm here to rescue you."

Old Cramer's eyes widened, but soon dimmed. "Old man, you were the fastest runner back then. Wouldn't it be better for you to continue living a stable life?"

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Vincent raised his handcuffed hands and tried to adapt himself to the darkness as quickly as possible. "You've been waiting in this damn place for half a century. I can't let you down."

"Half a century?" Old Cramer sighed. "So it's already been half a century..."

He shook his head slightly, his eyes downcast. "It's useless, old man. There's not even a jailer here. We can't possibly get the key and leave the cage."

With a crisp "click", Vincent undid the handcuffs in the dark.

Old Kramer raised his head suddenly, "You...how could you..."

Vincent rubbed his wrist and said, "I told you, I'm here to get you out."

His fingertips slid across the handcuffs, picking up drops of silvery-white liquid with a metallic luster.

Old Cramer's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

This drop of liquid is liquid mithril. Although the handcuffs specially made by the German Ministry of Magic for the Witch Party contain a small amount of mithril, even the top alchemists cannot complete a series of complex operations such as gathering, extraction and transformation in one go without a magic wand.

Old Cramer could think of only one alchemist with such ability, and that was Nicolas Flamel, who was said to have created the Philosopher's Stone and united the wizards of Paris to resist Grindelwald, and who lived for more than 600 years.

Vincent stretched his hand out of the iron cage and put the liquid mithril on his fingertips into the keyhole.

He gently turned his fingers, and with another "click", the iron cage opened.

Old Cramer rubbed his eyes vigorously, and after confirming that he was not mistaken, he put on a face as if he had seen a ghost, "Old man, have you caught Nicolas Flamel?"

Vincent got out of the cage and grabbed the chain with one hand, a puzzled look on his face. "Why should I catch him?"

"You didn't catch him, so where did you learn alchemy?"

Vincent's mouth curled up slightly, "Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself."

His whole face was twisting madly. "I am Vincent Wayne, apprentice to Nicolas Flamel."

Old Cramer's face was filled with horror.

Vincent, who had regained his original appearance, had a mysterious and deep light in his eyes, like the brightest star in the night sky. "Gellert Grindelwald is also my teacher, but I am not his successor."

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