Sha Po Lang

Chen Qingxu suppressed her aura to the minimum, and almost merged with the surrounding vegetation. She hid motionlessly in the blind corner behind the thick black flag above the king's tent, watching this unexpected development with cold eyes.

I saw the wolf king's tent split into two, and the steam wheelchair slid out from the middle, the wolf king Calais Yingzhuo was wrapped in a thick cloak, curled up on the wheelchair as if he was about to die, and coldly swept towards the traitor outside the house. military.

"Third aunt," he murmured with a smile on his cracked and thin lips, "my mother died young, you took care of me for five years and treated me like your own son, now... even you have to treat me Do I draw my sword at each other?"

Although Mrs. Hongxia was the instigator, she was a faltering old woman after all. She could only plan, she couldn't personally attack people. She was not here, and Calais' soliloquies were scattered in the air without anyone answering.

This fierce last wolf king, his vengeance and hatred, joy and joy, ambitions for supremacy or long road to revenge, are all alone, with no parents, brothers, children, relatives and friends... He treats them like pigs Dogs, they also betrayed him viciously in return.

Some of the rebels' hands were shaking violently, almost unable to hold the weapon in their hands, and the knife in someone's hand suddenly fell to the ground with a "clang", which was very obvious in the quiet night.

"They all betrayed me, and they all want me to die." Calais sneered sharply, then suddenly raised his chicken-claw-like hand high, and slammed it down, "You go to die first!"

As soon as he gave an order, arrows were fired from the king's tent, and the hatchback was surrounded. The rebels had no choice but to fight back.

This assassination, which should have been silent, immediately turned into a bloody hand-to-hand fight, and the movement became louder and louder. Most of the eighteen tribes were alarmed, and most of the Sirius became noisy and chaotic. Some ran to the watchtower to fight the fire. Some of them were busy fighting the king's rebellion, some joined the rebel army, and more were stunned and at a loss.

The eldest son and the chief executive were pushed out by the five flowers, and the chief executive had already wet his pants. He looked at the frightened elder next to him in despair, and thought: "The wolf king only has such a son left, maybe he won't take it How he is, I can't say."

Thinking of this, his face immediately turned from despair and fear to resoluteness, and he gritted his teeth in astonishment. After a while, his face suddenly turned blue, and then he fell down stiffly under the eyes of everyone—the chief executive bit his teeth. He took a poison sac in his mouth and committed suicide.

Cao Chunhua's whole body was pissed off. He had expected that the assassination of Calais Yingzhuo might not go smoothly, but it didn't matter. As long as most of the northern barbarians messed up by themselves, Gu Yun and the others could easily take advantage of it. Anyway, Mantis In catching cicadas, no matter whether the praying 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 vortex before him!

In a blink of an eye, the battle between the rebels and the guards near the king's tent was almost intensified. At this moment, a barbarian suddenly rushed into the king's tent: "Report—enemy attack! There is an enemy attack!"

This sentence was like a stone breaking up thousands of waves, and there was a moment of silence near the king's tent where the heads of the gentlemen were beaten into dogs' heads. Someone set fire to the tower, and a large number of 'ghost crows' at the border took advantage of the troubled waters to fish this way!"

The corners of Calais' confused eyes twitched a few times: "Who is here? Gu Yun?"

The head guard was sweating coldly, he didn't understand why Gu Yun was so happy when he came.

The next moment, he was shocked to see that Calais' chicken-claw-like hands were firmly supporting the armrests of the steam wheelchair.

Chief Guard: "King!"

"Gu Yun, Gu Yun..." Calais murmured, his eyes were frighteningly bright, as if the three souls and seven souls in his skin were on fire, and people couldn't help but have deep doubts about the previous rumors ——Maybe the dead goddess is not his obsession, but Gu Yun is.

Calais shouted in confusion, "Bring me my armor!"

The chief guard had never seen such an ingenious way of killing, and for a moment he thought he had heard it wrong: "My king, you... what did you say?"

Calais growled: "My armor! My armor!"

The chief guard staggered a few steps in fright from his face that was about to crack, and he hurriedly sent someone to fetch the wolf king's heavy armor, not daring to neglect.

The snow-colored iron monster nearly two people tall was carried over by four men, and it was placed on the ground with a "boom", the whole body of Calai Yingzhuo was trembling like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, her skinny hands firmly grasped the edge of the steel armor, With heavy steps, he stuffed himself in step by step.

The heavy armor is self-contained, supported by a steel frame inside. It is much easier to operate than the light fur, but it is not something that can be controlled by just half-paralyzed.

Calais, who climbed into the heavy armor, blushed in confusion, gritted her teeth and opened the steam valve under her feet. The huge power roared and started, and arrogant steam spewed out from behind the heavy armor, and she was about to rush out roaringly.

...but the people inside are no longer the unrivaled heroes who ate meat and drank blood.

Just as he raised his leg, Calais was already at the end of his strength, and it was difficult to maintain his balance. After the heavy armor slammed on the ground with a loud noise, the big guy who weighed hundreds of kilograms smashed a deep hole in the ground.

The chief guard was shocked: "King!"

At that moment, no one could clearly see the expression on the face of the wolf king Calais. The skinny man was hiding in the almost towering steel armor, like a flat worm in a walnut. Everyone—— Even if it was his enemy, at that moment, the words "the end of a hero" clearly appeared in his heart.

Even if he is a madman with no conscience.

But at this time, the unique shrill sound of Xuanying was getting closer and closer. The Xuantieying was extremely mobile. The stalemate for many days before was just because the eighteen tribes burned Ziliujin desperately, otherwise they would not be tolerated at all. lingering until now.

At this time, most of the people were in chaos, and the three tribes of Xuantie seemed to be entering a land without people. The Xuanying cleared the way, and the black whirlwind swept over.

The head of the guard hurriedly stepped forward to dismantle the heavy armor, and carried out Calais who was trapped in it: "My lord, I'm afraid we won't be able to keep most of you tonight, so we'll escort you away first..."

Calais lay on the head of the guard's back with a blank expression. After a while, he stretched out his hand and pointed forward: "Over there."

Chen Qingxu dodged a shooting arrow from nowhere, and with a thought, she quickly came down from behind the floating black flag, and a handful of fine silver needles flew out in her hand, silently killing a few people just in time. The barbarians who were nearby secretly chased after him.

A team of guards escorted Calais to the west side of the wolf king's tent, running farther and farther away from the crowd, so that there was almost no place to hide in the last four rounds. Chen Qingxu had great difficulty chasing her, and she risked being discovered. In danger, he trailed behind this group of guards and after chasing him for a full two moments, he found himself following Calais to a deserted altar.

The altar is extremely imposing, the whole building looks like it is piercing into the clouds, it is all made of stone, it is almost a palace.

The huge stone-carved gate is covered with thick felt, covered with mottled and unknown characters and ghostly symbols.The surrounding area has been overgrown with wild grass, and there has been no one for a long time. A crow was disturbed by someone, and they flew into the sky collectively.

Not only did Chen Qingxu, an outsider, not understand why, even the guards looked at each other in blank dismay.

Since the goddesses of the eighteen tribes became a joke, no one has set foot on the altar of the goddesses.

Calais shook off the chief guard's hand: "Stand back."

The head guard was stunned, and retreated a few steps away.

Calais knelt down slowly. His knees were stiff, and he almost fell down when he knelt. The chief guard hurried forward to help him, but he was slapped on the face: "Get out! Get away!"

The head guard stepped aside awkwardly.

Calais took a lot of effort to let himself kneel down, stretched his bent back as straight as possible, put his hands together, the shame, anger and irritable pig liver color on his face slowly faded, and his expression calmed down. After a while, He struggled to keep his kneeling posture and crawled a few steps forward, like an old dog on the verge of death. The chief guard was beaten and didn't dare to go forward to ask for a beating, so he could only watch him crawling helplessly.

Calais climbed all the way to the side of the huge stone gate, lifted the dilapidated felt, and groped on the uneven incantations. Chen Qingxu realized that this long-abandoned altar of the goddess might be the key, so she moved closer carefully. He stared at Calais' movements without blinking.

Suddenly, he pressed something down and pushed his arm forward violently.

The ground immediately trembled violently, and the guards were all shocked, but Chen Qingxu flew away without thinking.

The stones surrounding the altar started to move by themselves, and huge gears rose up from the ground one after another, interlocking with each other. Numerous rusted steel pipes stretched out in all directions, closed and connected by themselves, and finally formed a complete circle. .All the iron pipes were buckled, and with a "chick", countless small iron pieces spread out from both sides, trembling slightly in the breeze, and turned out to be small fire wings one after another - this thing is very similar to the "kite" of the beam.

The whole altar looked like a giant kite, and Chen Qingxu had the illusion that it could rise from the ground and ascend to the ninth heaven if touched with Ziliujin.

She was shocked and thought: "Didn't it mean that the barbarian was involved in the black iron camp because he didn't have his own lighter technology? What is this? Does this barbarian want to escape or ascend to heaven with this thing?"

Before she could come to a conclusion, it turned out that her common sense was correct. There was a "snap" sound, and there was a sudden smell of smoke coming out of one of the pipes that formed a circle.

Then, cracks sounded one after another. The bubbling Ziliujin had been preserved in the ground for a long time, and it had already been mixed with an unknown amount of impurities. The open flame under the fire wings flickered and extinguished, and a wave different from pure Ziliujin burned. The pungent smell permeated the air.

It was slow to say, in fact, it only took a blink of an eye from the first break to the whole altar burning. If experts like Ge Chen or Zhang Fenghan were lurking at the side at this time, they would be able to see the altar shaped like a giant kite. The structure is not complete at all, and it looks fancy, but in fact it is just the fire wings on the kite and the pipe-shaped golden box, which does not solve the most critical shape problem of the giant kite's ascension. will disintegrate.

The disrepair obviously exacerbated the damage, and it didn't even intend to lift off, it had already self-destructed.

The giant kite buried under the altar and the goddess praying to the Longevity Heaven seemed destined to be an unattainable dream of the exhausted Sirius group, which would never come true.

The head guard was terrified, and shouted, "King! Get out of here!"

As if shaken by his voice, the stone gate carved out of huge stones suddenly collapsed, pressing down a large pile of pipes that had already surfaced from the ground, and the gas generated by the burning of Ziliujin expanded rapidly. After a deafening bang, The altar actually started to explode, and a huge fireball rose into the sky precariously. Calais, who was in the fire, 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 path.

... He was willing and planning for a long time, just looking for a more splendid way to die.

The outer wall of the altar began to crumble, and it was about to collapse.

Chen Qingxu gritted her teeth and gave it a go. She grabbed a gap from the flames in all directions, and followed Calais in under the eyes of everyone.

Then there was a "bang", and the outer wall of the altar collapsed.

Cao Chunhua lost track of Chen Qingxu halfway, so she had no choice but to stay behind to meet Gu Yun and the others. It wasn't until the Xuantie camp entered Dadu that she got the general direction of Calais Yinghuo from the captive barbarian guards.

Cao Chunhua was so familiar with the terrain of the northern barbarian capital, she knew that Calais Yinghuoyi must have come to the altar of the Goddess, and rushed over with Shen Yi, who was in a hurry, who knew that she was seeing such a scene.

Cao Chunhua's pupils shrank, and she didn't even cry out.

Shen Yi did not hesitate to take off the light fur armor from his body, and using local materials, he rolled in a big circle in the ice and snow that had not had time to melt in the bitter cold land, mixed with the ice and snow, and rushed into the raging fire brazenly.

The brilliant end chosen by the wolf king himself stunned the guards. A group of northern barbarian elite guards stood in place like wooden stakes, hardly able to resist at all.

Ziliujin with too many impurities does not have the power to melt the ice when it burns, but the smoke is so heavy that people can't open their eyes when they are in it. The clairvoyance is soon covered with dust, and Chen Qingxu drags it away. Come down and throw it 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, extorting a confession by torture was not of much use—not to mention she couldn't force it at all.

Then, will the secret of voodoo, which she has been searching for for many years, be in this mysterious altar?

Chen Qingxu walked through the collapsing altar step by step, and found the shadow of Calais struggling to climb forward in the black ash. When it was on fire, the higher it went, the easier it was to get out of breath. It was easier to walk on the ground. Calais There will 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 heading, and found that Calais turned a blind eye to the noise around her, and her eyes were fixed on the big stone platform in the middle of the altar.

What's in that stone platform?

At this time, a large beam in the altar fell on Chen Qingxu's head. She had to dodge to dodge, borrow some strength from the gravel, and then flew towards the stone platform.

If the earliest designer wanted to make the whole altar into a big kite, it can be deduced from the location of the stone platform that it should be a mast like a pinnacle of the sea. Those incomprehensible incantations are different. The real writing of these eighteen tribes. Chen Qingxu had previously visited the barbarian voodoo techniques outside the northern border, and had also worked a little on the barbarian writing. He probably could understand the above records. It is the history of the division and combination of the eighteen tribes.

From the beginning to the end, there was no mention of the barbarian's voodoo. Chen Qingxu finally coughed due to the thick smoke, feeling extremely disappointed—is this really just a ruined altar, and there is nothing she was looking for?

At this moment, there was another explosion somewhere, and after the ground shook, a large stone slab directly opposite her was caught off guard and photographed.

Chen Qingxu: "..."

When you are really unlucky, drinking cold water will clog your teeth.

She retreated instinctively, but the thick smoke blocked her view after all, Chen Qingxu stepped on the ground, and fell directly to the stone platform, and she might be caught by the stone slab!

In desperation, Bai Lian, who was hidden in Chen Qingxu's sleeve, rolled out and got caught on something on the stone platform. While coughing hard, she pulled hard, trying to pull herself up, but who knew that The thing it was hanging on was not strong, and it fell upside down with a light pull.

Chen Qingxu's heart sank: "It's over."

At this moment, a figure rushed over, hugged her and rolled to the side, there was a loud noise from the side, and the big stone slab was shot down in the air, bringing up a gust of wind, and Chen Qingxu was covered in the mud on the altar floor, He raised his head in shock, and was shocked to see General Shen in a mess.

Shen Yi angrily grabbed her collar: "You don't want to die?"

Chen Qingxu was stunned by his roar, and opened her eyes slightly.

As soon as Shen Yi met her gaze, he immediately faltered, and his monstrous anger became dumb. He bent down and picked up Bai Lian in her sleeve, and said in a dull voice, "Let's go first... what is this thing!"

I saw a strange "object" the size of a person wrapped around Bai Lian in Chen Qingxu's sleeve. At first glance, it looked like a stone statue, but I don't know if it was hollow. It was very light, and Shen Yi pulled it over , Bai Lian shook his head away, revealing a head.

It was a lifelike portrait of a woman with her eyes closed and her expression calm.

Shen Yi looked at this exquisitely carved "stone statue", and inexplicably got goosebumps all over his body.

Chen Qingxu glanced at it first, and then was taken aback. She knelt down and brushed away the dust on the surface of the "stone statue". Under the dust, there was 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 fallen stone slabs of the collapsed stone platform. This beautiful...a person who didn't know whether he was dead or alive was hidden in the middle.

So is Calais actually here for this human skin?

Chen Qingxu couldn't sort out her thoughts for a moment, so she had to follow her instinct and leaned over to pick up the things Bai Lian was wrapped in.

Shen Yi hurriedly said: "I'm coming, let's go!"

He picked up the ball of Bai Lian, picked up Chen Qingxu, and ran away from the altar.

Explosions were everywhere, thick smoke was everywhere, and amidst the tumbling flames, a vague and hoarse voice sounded intermittently: "The cleanest elf...the sky wind wants to kiss...the corner of her skirt..."

All the boulders on the sorghum pillars of the entire altar collapsed into a line. When the two of them were about to escape, they heard a loud noise, and a cluster of huge flames with purple light rose high. Falling to one side, the entire altar finally became unsustainable, and the giant roof collapsed.

Shen Yi's face was black and ashen, he couldn't breathe at all, suddenly despaired, he felt that he might have to confess here, in a blink of an eye, he suddenly stuffed the humanoid thing in his hand into Chen Qingxu's arms, and put it Wind Cutting Blade leaned back and arched his back, trying to protect the person beside him with his body.

Chen Qingxu was taken aback, and for a moment she didn't know what it was like in her heart.

At this moment, the long cry of the black eagle came from the sky, and only heard a "creak", Shen Yi raised his head in astonishment, and saw a group of black eagle's iron claws throwing a steel cable as thick as an arm, vividly throwing the overturned altar The top grabs.

Gu Yun has arrived!

Shen Yi didn't dare to hesitate, and didn't care about the gravel that fell on him, he protected Chen Qingxu and ran out desperately.

Just as the two of them left the range of the altar, the steel cable in a Xuanying's hand suddenly broke, and the striker Xuanqi hurriedly dragged the two of them up and away.

The moment the steel cable collapsed, Gu Yun almost rushed his horse into the sea of ​​flames. When he saw the two people rolling out covered in smoke, he grabbed the reins and comforted the horse that was almost scared to death. On the one hand, he breathed a sigh of relief expressionlessly.

Then he blew a long whistle, and gestured to the Xuanying in the sky and the Xuanqi on the ground: "Retreat!"

Calais' confused and confused singing was lost.

The altars of the eighteen tribes that had stood tall for hundreds of years were wiped out, and thick smoke billowed into the heaven of longevity.

The strong wind tore off half of the wolf flag that had been ruined by the flames of war, and flew out roaring, being swept into the flames and dust.

In the long river of time, the colorful Sirius tribe has sadly withdrawn from the stage.

And Ziliujin is still burning.