Chapter 1142 Everyone, please be prepared

Ekstag is isolated from the world. There is no concept of time here, only endless physical torture.

Unlike Azkaban guarded by Dementors, the prisoners in Eckerstag can still remain sane. Old Kramer certainly won't easily believe Vincent in front of him.

This young man not only has the ability to unlock the special handcuffs and escape from the iron cage, but he may also be able to leave Extag safely.

Half a century of prison life has made old Kramer very aware of his own value. Although he is reluctant to admit it, he is now just an old man who is about to die.

An alchemist with such strength has no shortage of gold galleons, and his level of Transfiguration, which allows him to perfectly disguise himself as someone else, means he has no shortage of profound magical knowledge.

Old Cramer couldn't figure it out. He couldn't figure out what the young man in front of him wanted from him.

"Mr. Cramer—" Vincent stepped hard on the iron cage and shifted his center of gravity forward. "Once we leave this prison safely, you'll know everything."

He stepped hard on the iron cage again, and the inertia caused him to swing backwards.

Old Cramer had no time to think. He only heard a dull "bang" and Vincent had already jumped onto his iron cage.

Then there was another "click" and the lock of the iron cage was opened.

Vincent half-crouched, his left hand tightly grasping the chain, his right hand reaching down to his feet. "Let's go, Mr. Cramer."

Old Cramer swore that this was definitely the most bizarre thing he had ever encountered in his life.

He gritted his teeth, stretched out his stiff and numb arm, and grasped Vincent's right hand with all his strength.

Finally, he finally left the iron cage that had imprisoned him for half a century.

Even though he was in great pain all over his body hanging outside the iron cage, he still smiled from the bottom of his heart.

It didn't matter what the young man's purpose was, as long as he could take him away from this damn place and breathe some fresh air outside, he would be willing to die immediately.

"Hold on tight." Vincent pulled him up with force.

Old Cramer staggered and hurriedly hugged the iron chain supporting the cage under his feet.

After being imprisoned for half a century in a hunched-up position with his knees hugged, his body aged faster than that of a normal elderly person and his muscles atrophied more severely.

Without Vincent's help, these old witch party members would not be able to escape from Extag even if they could leave the iron cage.

"Thank you, young man."

"You're welcome." Vincent pointed to the iron cages in the distance. "Are they all here?"

Old Cramer nodded. "Hornliben and Gretsen need to go a little higher. This is already the bottom of Extag."

Vincent took off his mithril robes, "It might be a little rough."

As soon as he finished speaking, the mithril robe was reshaped into a multi-barreled grappling gun.

Before old Kramer could even exclaim in surprise, the hook fired from the grappling gun had successfully hooked onto an iron cage.

Looking at the iron cage being pulled closer and closer, a very absurd idea suddenly arose in his mind.

Vincent is undoubtedly Nicolas Flamel's apprentice, and his relationship with the Prophet Grindelwald may not necessarily be false.

If it's fake, then it doesn't explain why we should come to rescue them.

The Witch Party once used Europe as a springboard to almost rule half of the world, but after Grindelwald was defeated by Dumbledore, they either became prisoners or became targets of surveillance without freedom.

Even though their combined power cannot be underestimated, who would risk offending the global wizarding community to come and rescue them?

Especially in Germany, the birthplace of the Witch Party, except for a few who ran away quickly, all those who were imprisoned in Oeckstad were regarded as rats crossing the street.

Old Kramer looked at the iron cages that were pulled over one by one by the grappling gun, and his heart, which had not yet calmed down, was stirred again.

Vincent was able to use Transfiguration to disguise himself as Helmut, proving that they had definitely met.

Old Cramer began to tremble uncontrollably all over.

After half a century of waiting, they finally waited for this day.

"For the greater good—"

It's time for the Wizards to remember this iconic slogan.

While old Kramer was brainstorming, Vincent had already pulled all 38 iron cages on this floor over.

"Hey! Who are you!"

"Bernard? Why are you standing outside the cage? And why are you standing with him?"

Vincent had no intention of explaining to them. He tied 39 chains together with reshaped mithril ties to form a simple platform made of an iron cage.

Then he jumped high into one of the cages and stomped his feet hard to test its firmness.

This action scared everyone, and only old Cramer remained calm.

"Hey! Boy, what do you want to do?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Vincent jumped in front of the thin old man.

The violent shaking of the iron cage made the old man's face turn green. "Boy, can you be gentler?"

Vincent squatted down, and he was so scared that he quickly shrank to the other side.

"You...what do you want to do to me?"

"Nothing." Vincent opened the iron cage and held out his hand to him. "I just want to take you to breathe some fresh air outside."

The old man in the iron cage looked at Old Kramer silently, "Bernard, is that so?"

Old Cramer's eyes grew brighter. "I believe him, old man."

"it is good!"

Vincent pulled the old man onto the iron cage, then squatted down and continued to open the iron cage next to him.

One iron cage after another was opened, and the simple platform made up of iron cages was soon filled with people.

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Everyone looked at Vincent hesitantly, but he still had no intention of explaining, and just raised his left hand high.

At the same time, an alarm sounded in the storage warehouse on the upper floor of Extag.

Vincent's magic communicator melted after receiving the command, and the liquid mithril continued to seep down from the safe.

When the jailers arrived, it had already silently penetrated the floor of the storage warehouse and fell to the lower level where the prisoners were.

When the alarm reached the bottom floor, the 39 newly rescued elderly Wucui Party members all opened their eyes wide.

Whether they were horrified or disappointed, they all thought that the triggering of the alarm was related to Vincent.

"It's over..." Several elderly people sat down helplessly.

Extag was no longer the prison that could be easily escaped with the help of a few magical animals. It took the jailer a long time to investigate and reach the bottom floor, but the alarm woke up the scorpion tails in the nest.

Unlike them who were panicking, Vincent caught the falling liquid mithril calmly and confidently, and his magic communicator returned.

"Everyone, please get ready, we are leaving here."

The light screen projected by the magic communicator was a control background. Vincent drew his own magic runes in the air, showing a communication system that covered almost the entire world.

Oeckstadt is located in the Black Forest of Germany, where Wayne Enterprises has secretly set up a private base station.

Vincent uses the remote control to start the Night Sound parked in Berlin.

Of course, conventional means cannot be used to escape from prison with such a large group of witch party elders who have no magic wands and almost zero combat power.

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