Chapter 140 Choice

In the dark cave, a cold sharp knife lay across Fatil's neck, and he could feel the trembling breath coming from behind him.

Through the faint blue light, Gellert could clearly see the identity of the kidnapper.

It was Norbert Hagrid, the alchemist.

Unexpectedly, after all, he was a step slower and let him find it.

At this moment, magic cannot be used in the crypt, his brain turned sharply, and he finally chose not to act rashly.

Jacob also saw the coming person clearly at this moment, his palm stretched to his waist, and Noble immediately strangled Fatiel with his arms:

"Shh, don't get excited, do you want to try whose hand is faster?"

Gellert raised his arm, "If you have something to say, don't get excited."

"Shut up, German."

Norber, who was holding a knife, looked at Gellert and taunted:

"I didn't find anything. The letter was a forgery. Why don't you go to another mountain to see. Wow, what are you doing here? Are you going on an outing?"

"None of your business, shorty!"

Jacob growled: "Why do I have to report to you?"

"shut up!"

Gellert stopped immediately.

But Jacob didn't stop at all. He spat on the ground and mocked: "You still want to cooperate with us, and you don't take a pee to take care of yourself. Look at you as a fucking onion!"

Fatil, who was held hostage, showed a headache, and Geller held Furious Jacob's shoulders, not daring to let him stimulate the other party.

The air was caught in a tense confrontation, the two sides were in the shape of horns, one was Noble holding a sharp knife against Fatil's neck, the other was Jacob with angry expression and Gellert with expressionless face.

Facing Jacob's insults, Norbert Hagrid didn't look too angry, he turned his head slightly, and stuck it in Fatil's ear:

"I am the one who recommended you here, and I am the one who stays here. Are you just going to enter my territory like this and steal the treasures from my territory? The heirs of a dignified pure-blooded family will do this kind of thing." Is it something about stealing chickens and dogs?"

"Come on, buddy."

Fatil raised his hand: "Whatever conditions you have, you can talk about it now."

"No, no, talking is something that business people do."

Noble said: "But now I don't want to do business with you. Because you have no sincerity at all."

"Then what do you want?" Fatil asked,

Noble's eyes turned to the box Jacob was carrying, "Hand over that thing."

Jacob immediately took a step back and put the box behind him, with an indescribably fierce look on his face.

"Don't even think about it."

"Is it?"

Noble pulled the sharp knife threateningly, and a thread of blood immediately flowed down Fatil's pale neck. He put the sharp knife against Fatir's neck with one hand and reached for Jacob with the other.

"Hand it over and show me."

"Do you want to be ashamed?"

Jacob was so angry that he almost jumped his feet, "Do you think you can leave without hesitation after killing him? Do you think my family will let you go?"

"Yes, the noble 12 pure-blood families."

Norber sneered, "However, if all three of you die here, who will know? Before I came, I had ordered my subordinates to notify the tomb-keeper wizards below if I didn't go down within five minutes. You thought you could run."

"you"

Jacob was stern and furious:

"Aren't you afraid to die with us?"

"Why do we have to die together? Please, I am the hero who catches thieves."

As Norber spoke hoarsely, he used force again, and the sharp knife cut Gellert's neck instantly, and blood flowed down his fair neck.

"Stop talking nonsense and give me the box."

Unmoved, Jacob still took a step back.

Gellert turned his head and ordered, "Bohan, give it to him."

"What did you say?"

The black-haired youth turned his head abruptly.

"I said."

Gellert ordered word by word.

"Give him the damn box!"

Jacob still didn't move.

"give him!"

Gellert snapped, "Don't make me say it a third time."

"Oh shit.!!"

Jacob's face was contorted as if he had eaten shit. He gritted his teeth and stepped forward with the suitcase. Just halfway forward, Norbert yelled again.

"Wait a minute!"

Jacob stood there stiffly, without moving.

Norbert said with extreme caution: "You two, hand over your wands first."

Without saying a word, Gellert put his wand on the ground, kicked it over, and Jacob took out his wand angrily and threw it over. Noble raised his wand with his feet, held Fatil back along the stairs to the outside of the cave, and then ordered coldly: "Now, come out slowly."

Jacob and Gellert walked out of the corridor slowly. On the top of Mount Kilimanjaro, the dazzling Milky Way shines in the deep blue sky, which is amazingly beautiful, but none of the four are in the mood to appreciate it now.

The short Norber retreated to the edge of the mountain, stretched out his hand, and whispered:

"Bring the box here, don't do anything stupid, otherwise, the tomb guard wizard below will know right away, and none of you will be able to escape by then."

Jacob picked up the box and walked towards Noble. He walked very slowly this trip, seeing that the cooked duck was about to fly, he was extremely unwilling. Gellert's nerves were also tense to the extreme, he didn't care about those dragon eggs at all, but he was afraid that something would happen to Fatil.

Finally, on the edge of the frozen cliff, Jacob stood one meter away from Noble, and Noble immediately shouted: "Stop."

He held Fatier firmly with the knife, stretched out his hand, and said in an excited voice:

"Give me."

Jacob handed the box tremblingly, and Norbert grabbed the handle.

At this moment, Jacob suddenly asked with red eyes, "Are you determined to fight against me?"

Noble: "I"

At the moment of distraction, Jacob suddenly pulled out a foot-long ice spike from his waist, and stabbed it into the lower abdomen in front of him without hesitation. He didn't know when he broke off an ice thorn in the tunnel below.

The sudden change caused Gellert to rush forward immediately. This guy was crazy, and he wanted to stab Norber to death through Fatiel.

Fatil seemed to have expected this moment, desperately injured his neck, and sideways desperately.

The icicle stuck to Fatil's waist and pierced into Noble's lower abdomen. Noble was caught off guard by this blow. Surprised and annoyed, he swiped his dagger without hesitation, trying to get Rafatier into the water .

But at this moment, Gellert rushed up and pushed Fatil's head back hard.

The back of Fatiel's head hit Noble's nose, which knocked him dizzy, and at the same time separated Fatiel's neck from the sharp blade by a centimeter.

Gellert grasped the moment of the moment, inserted his fingers into the slit of the knife, and held the blade firmly. The fatal shot did not land on Fathil's artery.

In a flash, within three seconds, the four of them twisted into a ball.

The picture is extremely weird.

Gellert grasped the blade, Fatil twisted his waist vigorously, and Jacob stabbed the icicle into Noble's lower abdomen.

In the next second, Jacob pulled out the sharp thorn fiercely and stabbed it three times in a row!

"Go to hell, pig!"

After finishing speaking, he kicked on Noble's chest, blood sprayed everywhere, and Noble lost his balance and fell straight down the cliff.

Gellert and Rafatil pulled him away from the danger zone, and he stood on the edge of the cliff dangerously.

Jacob kicked so hard that he lost his balance and staggered on the edge of the cliff.

However, at this moment, the falling Norbert had a hideous expression, pointed his wand straight at the top, and roared sharply and desperately: "Everything is smashed!!!"

The blue spell shot out, directly hitting the edge of the cliff where the three of Jacob were standing.

boom! !

Under the effect of the crushing spell, the ice and rocks collapsed, and Jacob and Gellert, who were standing on the edge of the cliff, fell straight down.

Fatil hadn't stood still when he saw this astonishing scene.

He turned pale with fright, and rushed over with all his strength, holding the two people who were falling off the cliff with one hand, and the gravity quickly dragged half of his body out of the edge of the cliff. The huge energy and impact caused him to slash two feet on the ice in the blink of an eye, the slit in his neck burst open, and a stream of blood spilled from his mouth.

On the top of Mount Kilimanjaro, Gellert and Jacob are hanging in the air, with a cliff of nearly 5,000 meters at their feet. The cold wind blows and blows away the clouds. Just a glance at this height is enough for people with fear of heights Passed out.

And the only thing that connects their lives is Fatiel's not-so-strong arm.

At this moment, time seems to stand still.

The veins on Fatil's forehead popped out. He grabbed Jacob with one hand and Gellert with the other. The weight of the two quickly dragged him, causing him to slide outwards, and his body slid out of the cliff little by little. In this case, he is simply unable to support the weight of two people.

"Throw away the box."

Fatil's face flushed red, and he squeezed out a few words between his teeth.

He held the two of them tightly and did not let go.

Jacob was already panicking at this moment. In the face of death, he no longer had the rage and rebelliousness just now, and immediately let go, letting the box full of dragon eggs fall straight down the mountain.

However, the weight of just one box was not enough for Fatil to pull the two up. He lacked a focus, and his body gradually lost his balance and center of gravity. Like a gradually tilting seesaw, once a certain critical point is exceeded, he will fall into the abyss with the two people at the bottom of the cliff.

Jacob watched Fatil's body slipping off the edge of the cliff little by little, and then looked at Gellert beside him, completely panicking.

He said in a trembling voice: "Fafatier, no, no, no, this is not okay."

He didn't finish his sentence.

But all three of them understood the current situation. The ice was too slippery. If Fatil wanted to save someone, he had to prevent himself from falling. He had to free one hand and grab the edge of the cliff. This also means that among these two people, he can only choose one to save.

Fathil understood this, but it made him almost cry in despair. He used too much force, causing the veins on his forehead to burst, and the blood from the wound on his neck flowed faster. But even so, he couldn't change his tendency to slide out.

Death was getting closer, and Jacob almost collapsed. He shouted: "Fatier, what are you thinking! Pull me up!"

Shouting and shouting, Fatil's palm loosened a little.

At this moment, Jacob burst into tears.

"Don't let go of this hand, let go of the other."

The sound of Jacob's cry came to the ears of Gellert, who was close at hand. He looked at the abyss without saying a word, and then at Fatil. At this moment, he couldn't say a word, let alone Know what to say.

At this moment, he suddenly discovered that he was not good at words.

Jacob's fretful cries grew louder:

"Hey, Fatil, what are you thinking? This bastard has no family, I have, you forgot, my mother is your mother's younger sister, my own sister!!"

Gellert's face was pale, and he looked at Fatiel without saying a word.

Jacob: "Fatier, do you have the humanity, pull me up quickly. I beg you."

Fatiel coughed up a stream of blood, and looked at Gellert without blinking. Gellert looked at him too, without saying a word.

Realizing that Fatil was not looking at him, Jacob was desperate, he wet his crotch, and his voice was hoarse and soft:

"Fatier Drages! Drages, you... don't let go, my sister, my sister is still at home waiting for me to go back."

Fatil looked at his students and closed his eyes in pain.

"sorry."

Fatil's voice trembled.

At this moment, Gellert finally spoke.

"Professor, I still have a lot of things I want to do."

Before he finished speaking, he fell off the cliff accompanied by countless glacier fragments.