Chen Qingxu suppressed his breath to the lowest level, almost blending with the surrounding vegetation, and hid motionlessly in the blind spot behind the thick felt of the black banner above the king tent, watching this unexpected progress with a cold eye.
I saw the wolf king's tent was divided into two, and the steam wheelchair in the white mist slipped out from the middle. The wolf king Calais Yinghuo was wrapped in a heavy cloak, and he was about to curl up on the wheelchair, coldly sweeping towards the traitor outside the house. military.
"Three aunts," he cracked his dry and thin lips and smiled, and muttered, "My mother died early, you took care of me for five years, and treated me like your own son, and now even you have to take care of me. Are the knives facing each other?"
Although Mrs. Hongxia was the initiator, she was a faltering old woman after all. She could only plan, and it was impossible to kill people in person. She was not here, and Calais's self-talk was scattered in the air without anyone answering.
This fierce last-generation wolf king, his hatred and hatred, joy and joy, ambition and domineering or the long road to revenge, are all single, without parents, brothers, children, relatives and friends, he treats them like pigs and dogs, They also betrayed him fiercely in return for it.
Some of the rebels' hands were shaking violently, and they were almost unable to hold the sword in their hands. I don't know who's knife suddenly fell to the ground with a "choking" sound, which was especially obvious in the quiet night.
"They all betrayed me, and they all wanted me to die." Calais sneered bitterly, and suddenly raised his chicken-claw-like hand abruptly, "Die first!"
As soon as he gave an order, arrows were fired in the king's tent, and the two sides were encircled. The rebels had no choice but to fight back.
This silent assassination immediately turned into a bloody hand-to-hand fight. The movement became louder and louder. Most of the entire Eighteen Tribes were disturbed. Most of the Sirius became noisy and chaotic. There were those who were busy fighting the rebellion against King Qin, and those who joined the rebel army with Xin Yiheng, and more were at a loss.
The prince and the chief executive were tied up and pushed out by the five flowers. The chief executive had already wet his pants, and looked desperately at the terrified prince beside him, thinking: "The wolf king has only such a son left, maybe he won't put it down. I can't tell how he is."
Thinking of this, his face immediately turned from despair and fear to resoluteness, and he gritted his teeth in a daze. After a while, his face suddenly turned blue, and then he fell down stiffly in front of everyone's eyes - the chief manager bit his mouth. Poisoned sac, committed suicide.
Cao Chunhua was all hairy. He really expected that the assassination of Calais Yinghuo might not go well, but it doesn't matter, as long as most of the Beiman are in chaos, Gu Yun and the others can easily take advantage of it. Anyway, Mantis Catching cicadas, no matter whether the mantis wins or the cicada wins, the oriole is behind.
But he didn't expect that Chen Qingxu would roll into the center of the whirlpool before him!
In the blink of an eye, the battle between the rebels and the guards near the king's tent was nearly intensified. At this moment, a barbarian suddenly rushed into the king's tent with a rolling and crawling: "Report - enemy attack! There is an enemy attack!"
These words were like a thousand waves, and there was silence for a moment near the king's tent, where the head of a man was beaten into a dog's head. Someone set fire on the tower, and a large number of 'ghost crows' on the border came here to fish in the turbulent waters!"
The corners of Calais' eyes twitched slightly: "Who is it? Gu Yun?"
The head guard had a cold sweat on his forehead, not understanding why Gu Yun was so happy when he came.
The next moment, he was shocked to see that Calais chicken feet firmly supported the armrests of the steam wheelchair with his hands like chicken feet.
The head guard: "King!"
"Gu Yun, Gu Yun" Calais murmured, his eyes were frighteningly bright, as if the three souls and seven souls in the skin were on fire, making people unable to help but have deep doubts about the previous rumors - death Perhaps it wasn't his obsession with the girl who died, but Gu Yun was.
Calais shouted in confusion, "Bring my armor!"
The captain of the guard had never seen such an ingenious way of killing himself, and for a moment thought he had heard it wrong: "My king, what did you say?"
Calais growled: "My armor! My armor!"
The captain of the guard was frightened by his face that was about to split, so he staggered a few steps, did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly sent someone to fetch the wolf king's heavy armor.
The snow-colored iron monster, nearly two people tall, was carried over by four men, and placed on the ground with a "bang". Dragging his heavy footsteps, he shoved himself in one step at a time.
The heavy armor is self-contained and has a steel frame to support it. It is much easier to operate than the light fur, but it is not something that can be controlled by any half-paralysis.
Calais, who climbed into the heavy armor, blushed with suffocation. He gritted his teeth and opened the steam valve under his feet. The huge power roared and started, and arrogant steam spewed out from the back of the heavy armor, and was about to rush out.
But the people inside are no longer the unparalleled heroes who ate meat and drank blood back then.
Just after raising his leg, Calais was already at the end of his streak, and it was difficult to maintain his balance. After a loud noise, the heavy armor slanted to the ground, and the big guy weighing several hundred pounds smashed a deep pit on the ground.
The head guard was shocked: "King!"
At that moment, no one could see the color on the face of the wolf king Calais. The man who was so skinny with only a pair of bones was hidden in the almost towering steel armor, like a shriveled worm in a walnut. It was his enemy, and at that moment, the words "Hero's End" clearly appeared in his heart.
Even if he's a conscientious lunatic.
At this time, the unique high-pitched sound of Xuan Ying is getting closer and closer, and the Xuan Tie Camp is extremely mobile. lingering till now.
At this time, most of them were in chaos, and the three parts of Xuan Tie were even more like no one. Xuan Ying opened the way and rolled over like a black whirlwind.
The captain of the guard hurriedly stepped forward to take apart the heavy armor, and carried Calais, who was trapped in embarrassment, on his back: "King, most of them may not be able to keep it tonight, so we will escort you to leave first."
Calais leaned on the back of the captain of the bodyguard dumbly. After a while, he stretched out his hand and pointed forward: "There."
Chen Qingxu dodged a stream of arrows that shot from out of nowhere. With a thought, she quickly got down from behind the floating black flag, and a fine silver needle flew out in her hand, killing a few of them silently. The barbarians in the vicinity secretly chased after them.
A team of guards escorted Calais to the west of the Wolf King's tent, running farther and farther away from the crowd, to the point that there was almost no place to hide in the last four rounds. Chen Qingxu was extremely difficult to chase, and she risked being discovered The danger of stalking behind this group of guards, after chasing for a full two minutes, found that he followed Calais to an abandoned altar.
The altar was extremely imposing, and the entire building was like a cloud, made of stone, almost like a palace.
The gate of the megalithic sculpture is covered with a thick felt, which is covered with mottled, unknown characters and ghost symbols. The surroundings were already overgrown with grass and no one was seen for a long time. A crow was alerted by the visitor and went up to the sky collectively.
Not only the outsider Chen Qingxu didn't know why, but even the guards looked at each other in dismay.
Since the women of the Eighteen Tribes became a joke, no one has set foot on the female altar.
Calais shook off the head of the guard's hand: "Go back."
The captain of the guard was stunned and stepped back a few steps away.
Calais knelt down slowly, his knees were dead, and he almost fell down when he knelt. The captain of the guard hurriedly stepped forward to help him, but was slapped in the face: "Go away! Go away!"
The captain of the bodyguard stepped aside.
Calais took a lot of effort to get himself to kneel. His hunched lower back was stretched and straightened as much as possible, his hands clasped together, and the angry, angry liver color on his face slowly faded, and the color actually calmed down. After a while, He struggled to keep his kneeling posture and crawled forward a few steps, like an old dog that was dying.
Calais climbed all the way to the side of the huge stone gate, lifted the battered felt, and groped on the uneven incantation. Chen Qingxu realized that this long-abandoned female altar might be the key. Without blinking, he stared at Calais' movements.
Suddenly, he pressed something down and his arm jerked forward.
The ground immediately trembled violently, and the guards were all shocked, but Chen Qingxu flew away without thinking.
The stones surrounding the altar moved on their own, and one after another huge gears rose from the ground, interlocking with each other, and countless steel pipes with rusted skins stretched out in all directions, closed and connected themselves, and finally formed a complete ring. . All the iron pipes were buckled, and with a "chi" sound, countless small iron pieces spread out from both sides, trembling slightly in the breeze, unexpectedly one after another small fire wings - this thing is very similar to the "kite" of the beam.
The entire altar looks like a giant kite, Chen Qingxu has an illusion, as if he lights up Zi Liujin, it can rise from the ground and ascend to the Nine Heavens.
She thought in shock: "Didn't it mean that the barbarian was caught in the black iron camp because he didn't have his own fire machine technology? What is this? Does the barbarian want to sit on this thing to escape or ascend to the sky?"
Just before she came to a conclusion, it turned out that her common sense was no problem. She just heard a "snack", and suddenly there was a place where the smoke with a smell of mush came out of the pipe that was connected in a circle.
Then, one after another, the cracks sounded, and the purring purple gold was kept underground for a long time, and it had already been mixed with many impurities. The choking smell spreads out.
It is slow to speak, but in fact, from the first rupture to the moment when the entire altar burns, it is only a blink of an eye. If a connoisseur like Ge Chen or Zhang Fenghan is lurking on the side at this time, you can see that this altar looks like a giant kite. The structure is not neat and looks fancy, but in fact it just mechanically covers the fire wings and pipe-shaped golden box on the kite, and does not solve the most critical shape problem of the giant kite's lift-off. will disintegrate.
And the disrepair obviously exacerbated the damage, it didn't even mean to lift off, it had self-destructed.
The giant kite buried under the altar and the woman who prayed to the Heaven of Longevity seemed destined to be a distant dream of the exhausted Sirius group, and could never be realized.
The captain of the guard was frightened, and shouted in a jerk: "King! Get out of the way!"
As if it was shaken by his voice, the stone gate carved by the huge stone suddenly collapsed, pressing down a large number of pipes that had already surfaced on the ground, and the gas generated by the burning of Ziliujin expanded rapidly. The altar actually started to explode, and a huge fireball rose precariously into the sky. Calais was caught in the fire and looked back at his guards, but there was no fear on his face.
At that moment, Chen Qingxu suddenly understood that Calais might not have known that once the altar was lit, it would blow up a road.
He was willing and premeditated for a long time, just looking for a more splendid way to die.
The outer wall of the altar began to crumble and was about to collapse.
Chen Qingxu gritted his teeth and went out. He grabbed a gap from the flames in all directions. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he followed Calais and got in.
Then "boom", the outer wall of the altar collapsed.
Cao Chunhua lost the trace of Chen Qingxu on the way, and had no other choice but to stay behind to meet Gu Yun and the others. Only when Xuantie Ying entered Dadu did he get the general direction of Calais Yingying from the mouth of the captive barbarian guards.
Cao Chunhua was so familiar with the terrain of the northern barbarian capital. He probably knew that Calais Yinghuo must have come to the female altar. She rushed over with Shen Yi, who was so impatient, who would have seen such a scene.
Cao Chunhua's pupils shrank, but she didn't make a sound.
However, Shen Yi did not hesitate to remove the light coat and armor from his body, sourced materials on the spot, rolled a large circle in the snow and ice that had not had time to be enlightened in the bitter cold place, mixed with the snow and ice, and rushed into the fire.
The splendid ending chosen by the Wolf King himself made the guard Chang stunned. A group of elite northern barbarian guards were all standing in place like wooden stakes. They could hardly bear the thought of resistance. They had automatically become prisoners, and they didn't have to bother to fight.
The purple flow gold with too much impurities does not have the power to bake the ice field when it burns, but the smoke and dust are so large that people can't open their eyes when they are in it. down and tossed aside.
She could see that the moment Calais fell out of the heavy armor, he probably had the desire to die. For a person who was eager to die, torture to extract a confession was of little use - let alone she wouldn't force it at all.
Then she searched for the secret of witch poison, which she had been seeking for many years, would it be in this secret altar
Chen Qingxu walked through the collapsing altar and found the shadow of Calais crawling forward with difficulty in the black ashes. There would be no danger of being smoked to death for a while, Chen Qingxu covered her mouth and nose, narrowed her eyes and glanced at the direction he was going in, and found that Calais turned a blind eye to the noise around him, and his eyes were fixed on the big stone platform in the middle of the altar.
What's in that stone platform
At this time, a pillar in the altar smashed down at Chen Qingxu, she had to dodge and dodge, borrowed strength on the gravel, and then flew towards the stone platform.
If the earliest designer wanted to make the entire altar a big kite, it should be inferred from the location of the stone platform, it should be a mast like a sea needle, and there are stone slabs engraved with barbaric characters on the platform in a circle, and The unintelligible incantations at the door are different. These are the real words of the Eighteen Tribes. Chen Qingxu has visited the barbarian voodoo technique outside the northern border before, and he has also worked a little on the barbarian script, so he can probably understand the above records. It is the history of the division and integration of the eighteen tribes.
From the beginning to the end, not a single word mentioned the barbarian voodoo, Chen Qingxu finally coughed from the thick smoke, and was extremely disappointed - is this really just an altar ruin, and there is nothing she was looking for
At this moment, it exploded again out of nowhere, and after the ground shook, a large stone slab directly opposite her was caught off guard.
Chen Qingxu: ""
When I'm really unlucky, I drink cold water and stuff my teeth.
She was able to step back, but the thick smoke blocked her vision after all, Chen Qingxu stepped on the air, and fell directly under the stone platform, this time, she might be shot under the stone plate!
In a hurry, Chen Qingxu hid the white practice roll in her sleeve, and she didn't know what was hanging on the stone platform. She coughed hard and pulled hard, trying to pull herself up, who knows that The hanging thing was not strong, and it fell upside down with a slight pull.
Chen Qingxu's heart sank: "Yes."
At this moment, a figure rushed over, hugged her and rolled to the side, there was a loud noise from the side, the big slate was photographed in the air and brought a gust of wind, Chen Qingxu was soaked in the mud on the altar, Frightened as soon as he looked up, he saw General Shen who was in a state of embarrassment.
Shen Yi angrily pulled up her collar: "Are you dying?"
Chen Qingxu was stunned by his roar, and opened her eyes slightly.
As soon as Shen Yi met her gaze, he was stunned, and the monstrous anger was also muted. He bent down and picked up Bai Lian from her sleeve, and said indifferently, "Let's go first, what is this!"
I saw that Bai Lian in Chen Qingxu's sleeve was wrapped with a strange "object" the size of a person. At first glance, it looked like a stone statue, but I wonder if it was hollow and very light. Shen Yi pulled it gently and pulled it over. , Bai Lian shook it away, revealing a head.
It was a lifelike portrait of a woman, with her eyes closed and her face quiet.
Shen Yi got goosebumps inexplicably when he looked at this "stone statue" with outstanding carving.
Chen Qingxu first glanced at it, then was surprised, squatted down and brushed away the dust on the surface of the "stone statue", and the dust actually revealed a white background, and the tentacles were still soft.
"It's human skin." Chen Qingxu whispered.
Shen Yi thought that his ears were infected by Gu Yun: "What?"
Chen Qingxu looked up and saw that there was a secret hole behind the stone slab that fell from the collapsed stone platform. This beautiful person who was alive and dead was originally hidden in the middle.
So Calais actually came for this human skin
Chen Qingxu couldn't figure out her thoughts for a while, so she could only obey, and leaned over to pick up what Bai Lian was wrapping up.
Shen Yi hurriedly said, "I'm coming, let's go!"
He picked up the group of Bai Lian, dragged Chen Qingxu, and ran away from the altar.
There were explosions everywhere, and there was thick smoke everywhere, and in the tumbling firelight, a vague and hoarse voice rang intermittently: "The cleanest elf Tianfeng will also kiss the corner of her skirt"
All the boulders on the sorghum pillars of the entire altar collapsed into a single line. When the two of them were about to escape, they only heard a loud noise, and a cluster of huge flames with purple light rose high, and the pillars were hugged by seven or eight people. Dumping to one side, the entire altar was finally unsustainable, and the giant top collapsed.
Shen Yi's face was black and gray, and he couldn't breathe. He suddenly felt desperate, and felt that he might have to explain it here. In the flash of light, he suddenly shoved the human-shaped thing in his hand into Chen Qingxu's arms. Kawasaki turned his back and arched his back, trying to protect the person beside him with his body.
Chen Qingxu was taken aback, and she didn't know what she was feeling for a moment.
At this moment, Xuan Ying's long chirping came from the sky, only to hear a "crunch", Shen Yi raised his head in amazement, only to see a steel rope as thick as an arm thrown from the iron claws of a group of Xuan Ying, and the altar that had been dumped was thrown alive. The top is stuck.
Gu Yun has arrived!
Shen Yi didn't dare to hesitate, and regardless of the gravel falling on him, he rushed out to protect Chen Qingxu.
Just as the two of them left the altar with their front feet, the steel cable in the hand of a Xuan Ying suddenly broke, and the forward Xuan Qi dragged them up and dragged them away.
The moment the wire rope collapsed, Gu Yun almost dashed his horse into the sea of flames. Seeing the two of them rolled out smoky with sparks, he was able to hold on to the reins while comforting the war horse who was almost scared to death. On the other hand, he let out a sigh of relief.
Then he blew a long whistle, and gestured to the Xuanying in the sky and the Xuanqi on the ground: "Withdraw!"
Calais's confused and ambiguous singing could not be heard.
The altars that the Eighteen Tribes had stood majestically for hundreds of years vanished into ashes, and the thick smoke billowed into the sky of immortality.
The strong wind blew off half of the wolf flag that had been tossed by the flames of war, and flew out with a whistling, getting caught in the flames and dust.
In the long river of time, the rich and colorful Sirius tribe left the stage sadly.
And Zi Liu Jin is still burning.
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