Sha Po Lang

Chen Qingfu pressed his breath to the lowest, almost merging with the surrounding grass, hiding on the dead end of the black felt above the king's tent, cold eyes watching this unexpected progress.

Seeing Wolf King's tent split into two parts, steam wheelchair slipped out of the middle in white mist, Wolf King Galais enchanted himself with a thick cape, he curled wood on the wheelchair and swept cold toward the rebels outside.

“Aunt San,” he cracked his dry, thin lips and smiled, muttering, "My own mother died early, you took care of me for five years, treating me like my own son, now... are you going to pull the knife against me too? ”

Although Lady Hongxia was the original fighter, she was after all an old lady who was stumbling, could only plan, could not personally cut people off, she was not here herself, and Calais's self was scattered in the air without saying anything, no one answered.

This fierce last generation of Wolf King, his hatred, joy and joy, male Tupaj or vengeance long road, are all single, parents, brothers, children and friends... none at all, he treats them like pigs and they betray him harshly to think he will be rewarded.

Some of the rebels were shaking their hands violently. They could not hold the blade in their hands, nor did they know who had the knife suddenly “choked“ and fell to the ground, distinguished by the silence of the night.

“All betrayed me, all wanted me dead.” Calais grinned sharply and suddenly raised his hand like a chicken claw in high altitude, slashing it down, "you die first! ”

He gave the order, arrows in the king's account were scattered, two compartments were enclosed, the rebels could not escape, so they had to fight back.

This silent assassination should have turned into a river of flesh and blood. The movement grew louder and louder. Most of the 18 tribes were shocked. The heavenly wolves were mostly noisy and confused. There were those who went to the observation tower to fight the fire. There were those who were busy trying to keep Wang Ping in rebellion, and those who joined the rebels with their hearts and minds. More were stunned.

The prince and the chief pipe were pushed out with five flowers tied together. The chief pipe had wet his pants and looked desperately at the frightened prince next to him. The heart said: “The Wolf King only has one son, maybe he won't do anything about it, I can't say. ”

Thinking about it, his face immediately shifted from desperate fear to resolute resolve. After a moment, his face suddenly turned blue, and he fell all stiff in front of the public - the main pipe bit through the poisoning sac of his mouth and committed suicide.

Cao Chunhua was all furious, he did expect that the assassination of Calais Fluorescence might not go well, but it doesn't matter, as long as the northern barbarians themselves messed up, Gu Zheng they could easily get in while they could. Anyway, mantis catch cicadas, whether mantis wins or cicada wins, there are yellow birds behind.

But he didn't expect Chen Qiaofu to roll into the vortex center first!

Turning a blind eye, the fighting between the rebels and the guards near the king's tent was nearly overheated, at which point a barbarian suddenly crawled into the king's tent with a rolling knife: "newspaper - enemy attack! Hostile attack! ”

This sentence is like a stone striking a thousand waves, a moment of silence near the king's tent where the head of the righteous man was beaten into the head of the dog, the guard opened up the idle middleman, etc., and ran three steps and two steps to Calais's fluorescence: “King, there was a fire on the observation tower, and a lot of ‘ghost crows' at the border touched the fish while the water was chaotic, coming this way! ”

Calais's flickering eyes twitched slightly: "Who's coming? Gu Jun? ”

The guard's head was sweaty and he didn't understand why Gu Xiao was so happy.

The next moment, he was shocked to see the hands of the Galais chicken claw holding up the armrest of the steam wheelchair and sipping low, which paralyzed the little half a year and the man stood up strangely!

Guardian: "Wang! ”

“Gu Ying, Gu Ying...” Calais mumbled, his eyes were frightening, like the three souls in the leather bag were burning, which made people deeply doubt the previous rumors - the dead goddess may not be his obsession, Gu Ying is the one.

Calais sighed, “Give me my armor! ”

The chief guard had never seen such an unexpected way of dying, and thought he had heard it wrong: "My king, you... what are you saying? ”

Calais growled: "My armor! My armor!”

The chief guard was frightened by his almost splitting face for a few steps. He did not dare to be lazy. He was busy taking the heavy armor of the Wolf King.

Nearly two tall snow iron monsters were brought over by four men, “boom” on the ground, Nagalei fluoresced and shaken like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, his lean hands grabbed the edge of the steel armor dead, dragged heavy footsteps, and shoved himself in step by step.

Heavy armor is self-contained, with steel frame support inside, it is much easier to operate than light joe, but it is not easy to manage any kind of hemiparesis.

Calais's fluorescent face, which climbed into the heavy armor, held red, opened the steam valve under his feet as soon as he bit his teeth, and the huge power roared and started, spraying wild steam behind the heavy armor, about to burst out in a whistle.

... but the people inside were no longer Gestapo heroes who ate meat and blood.

Just lifted his leg, Calais was already at the end of a strong crossbow, it was harder to maintain balance, the heavy-armor sounded loudly behind the ground, and hundreds of kilos of big guys smashed the ground out of a deep pit.

The guard grows in shock: "King! ”

At that moment, no one could see the light on Wolf King Calais's face, the skinny man with only a bone skeleton hiding in a near-emerald steel armor, like a walnut worm, all of them —— even his enemies -- at that moment, the word "hero's end” clearly appeared in his heart.

Even if he's a desperate lunatic.

At this time, the sharp sound characteristic of the brown eagle was getting closer and closer, and the mobility of the brown iron camp was extremely strong. The glue of the previous days was merely because the eighteen tribes did not burn purple gold fatally, otherwise they would not allow their asthma to persist to this day.

At this time, most of it was chaotic. The three parts of the brown iron were more like a deserted land. The brown eagle opened its way and rolled in like a black cyclone.

The chief guard hurried forward to tear apart the heavy armor and put Calais, who was trapped in it, behind his back: “Wang, I'm afraid most of you won't be able to keep it tonight, we'll escort you away first...”

Calais lay on the guard chief's back, half-hearted, and he reached forward with a finger: "Over there. ”

Chen Qingxue avoided a flowing arrow from somewhere and thought his heart out. He quickly descended from behind the floating black beard. A fine silver needle flew out of his hand and quietly killed several barbarians just around the corner, pursuing them in secret.

A team of guards escorted Calais to the west side of the Wolf King's tent, running further away from the crowd, even to the last four places where there was little hiding place. Chen Xiaohua was extremely hard to chase. At the risk of being discovered, she chased behind this group of guards for two moments and found herself following Calais to an abandoned altar.

The altar is very classy, the whole building is cloudy, all stoned, almost a palace.

The doors of the boulder carvings were covered with thick felt, covered with speckled, unknown words and ghost paintings. Around, the bush has been deserted for a long time, a crow has been shocked, rarely raging into the sky collectively.

Not only is Chen slightly ignorant of the outsider, so even the guards face each other.

Since the eighteen tribal goddesses became a joke, no one has stepped foot on the altar.

Calais shakes off the guard's hand: "Stand down. ”

The guard stayed and retreated a few steps away.

Calais knelt down slowly, his knees were stiff, and he almost fell on his knees. The guard hurried up to help him and was slapped in the face: "Get lost! Get away from me! ”

Guardian Nanadi retreated to the side.

Calais took a little effort to get himself on his knees, the back of the rickety waist stretched as straight as possible, his hands together ten, the angry pig liver faded slowly on his face, the divine color actually calmed down, a moment later, he painstakingly held the kneeling position and climbed forward a few steps, like an old dog walking on wood, the guard took a beating, dared not to go up again, he had to watch him climb beside him helplessly.

Calais climbed to the side of the giant stone door, lifted the already broken felt, and grasped it on the uneven spell. Chen lightly realized that the altar of the goddess, which had been abandoned for a long time, might be the key. He approached it carefully, and his eyes didn't blink.

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

The ground immediately gave rise to a severe tremor, and the guards were all horrified. Chen flocked and flew away without thinking.

The stones surrounding the altar moved themselves, and the ground rose one giant gear after another, and the rings snapped together, and countless steel pipes with rusted exteriors stretched out, closing and connecting themselves, eventually becoming a complete circle. All the railway pipes were snapped, "shuddered," and countless little pieces of iron unfolded from both sides, trembling slightly in the breeze, and it was actually one small flaming wing after another - something like a “shudder” of a beam.

The whole altar is like a giant iris. Chen has the illusion that it can be pulled up and raised to nine heavens as if it were purple gold.

She was shocked to think, "Did the barbarians get caught up in the Xuan Iron Camp because they didn't have their own lighter technology? What the hell is this? Is this barbarian trying to escape or ascend? ”

Just as she hadn't come up with a conclusion, her common sense proved to be fine, listening only to a "bang”, and suddenly there was a sticky smoke coming out of the pipe in a circle.

Then, the two consecutive fractures rang, and the fluttering purple gold was kept underground over time, already blended with some impurities. The open fire beneath the flame flashed out, and a choking nose smell different from the pure purple gold burning spread.

Speaking of slowness, in fact, from the first fracture to the entire altar burning only blinking moment, if at this time lurking on the side of the industry such as Grace Chen or Zhang Fenglian, it can be seen that the structure of the altar resembling a giant iris is completely incomplete, seemingly fancy, in fact, it is just raw gold box with the flames and pipes on the iris, did not solve the most critical shape problem of the giant iris sky, even if it is forced by fire, it does not rise to half the sky, it will disintegrate.

Years of disrepair had clearly exacerbated the damage, which had not even meant to take off and had been self-destructive.

The giant iris buried under the altar and the goddess who prayed to the heavens of eternity, as if the Sirius group was doomed to run out of air, could never be realized.

The guard chief was frightened and screamed his ass off: "King! Get out of here! ”

As if it were vibrated by his voice, the stone door carved by the boulder suddenly collapsed, pressed a large number of pipes that had surfaced from the ground, the gas generated by the purple gold burning swelled rapidly, a loud and deafening noise, the altar actually began to blow up, a huge fireball crashed up into the sky, Calais fluoresced himself into the fire, looked back at his guard, but there was no fear on his face.

At that moment, Chen Qiaofu suddenly understood that Galais did not necessarily know that once the altar was lit, it blew up a road.

… he is willing and conspiring for a long time only to find a brighter way to die.

The exterior walls of the altar began to rock and collapse.

Chen gently bit his teeth and went out. He grabbed a gap from the flaming tongue of the Quartet. In front of everyone, he followed Calais and drilled in.

Then the "burst” sounded and the outer wall of the altar collapsed.

Cao Chunhua lost the trace of Chen, there was no other way. He had to stay to take care of them. Until Xuan Iron Camp killed into the capital, he did not get the rough direction of Calais's confusion from the captive barbarian guard.

Cao Chunhua was familiar with the topography of the North Brutal Metropolitan City. He probably knew that Calais Fluorescence must have come to the Goddess Altar. Shen Yi, with a burning heart, was rushing to see this scene.

Cao Chunhua's pupils shrugged and he didn't scream.

Shen Yi did not hesitate to remove the light coat of fur from his body, picked up the material in situ, rolled a large circle in the ice and snow that could not be opened in time in a bitter cold place, mixed with the ice and snow, and rushed into the flames.

The glorious end chosen by the Wolf King himself shook the guard long silly, a group of northern elite guards stood like wooden piles, barely had the mind to rebel a little, has automatically become a prisoner, don't bother to fight.

Excessive impurities of purple flowing gold burned up without that kind of roasting the ice plain, but the smoke was huge, people in it, couldn't open their eyes, quickly got a layer of ash on their eyes, was pulled down and thrown aside by Chen.

She noticed that the moment Gale fell out of her heavy armor, she probably had a desire/desire to die, and for a man who wanted to die, it didn't do much to extract a confession by torture - especially since she wouldn't.

So will she be in this mysterious altar searching for the mysterious mystery of the goddess voodoo she has been seeking for so many years?

Chen gently walked through the collapsing altar, found the shadow of Calais climbing hard forward in the black gray. The easier it was to breathe up when it caught fire, the easier it was to walk on the ground. Calais would not be in danger of being smoked to death for a moment and a half. Chen gently covered his nose, squeezed his eyes in the direction of his progress, and found that Calais was blind to the noise surrounding him, staring closely at the large stone platform in the middle of the altar.

What's in the stone?

At this time, a large beam column in the altar smashed down towards Chen Qinghuo's head. She had to dodge herself and borrow her strength on the gravel before flying towards the stone table.

If the earliest designer wanted to make an entire altar as a giant iris, based on the location of the stone platform, it should be a mast like a Dinghai divine needle. Unlike those spells at the door that were cloudless, these eighteen tribes really wrote, Chen Xiaoxue had visited the Barbarian witchcraft outside the northern frontier before, and had also done a little work on the Barbarian text, you can probably understand the history of partition of the eighteen tribes recorded above.

From the beginning to the end, there was no word about the Barbarian voodoo technique. Chen was finally coughed up by smoke and disappointed in herself - is this really just an altar site, nothing she wanted to find?

At this point, somehow it blew up again, and after the ground shook, a large slab of stone just opposite her suddenly fell off the ground.

Chen Qingfu: “...”

It's really bad luck to drink cold water and stuff your teeth.

She instinctively backed away, but after all, the smoke blocked her sight. Chen gently stepped on her foot and the whole person fell directly to the stone table. This time, she might be photographed by the tablet!

In a hurry, Chen Qinglu's sleeve hidden white practice rolled out. She didn't know what was hanging on the stone table. She coughed hard, pulling hard while trying to pull herself up. Who knew that the hanging thing was not sturdy, and gently pulled it down and fell over.

Chen Qingxue's heart sinks: “It's over. ”

At this time, a man rushed over, hugged her and rolled over to one side, his side made a loud noise, the big stone slab took up a blast of wind, Chen slightly smudged with sludge on the altar floor, and shocked to see General Shen, drenched in wolves.

Shen Yi pulled up her collar angrily: "Are you dead? ”

Chen Qiaofu was summoned by his shouting, his eyes slightly widened.

Shen Yi suddenly caught sight of her, and her fury was mute. She bent over and picked up the white practice in her sleeve, Nana said: “Let's go... what is this thing! ”

I saw a strange “object” of one person's size wrapped in white practice in Chen's light sleeve. At first glance, it looked like a stone statue, but I wondered if it was hollow. It was very light. Shen easily pulled it over and shook it open, revealing a head.

It was a lifelike statue of a woman with her eyes closed and her eyes quiet.

Shen Yi looked at the carver's brilliant “stone statue” and somehow developed goose bumps.

Chen Qiaofu first swept a glance, then was surprised. He squatted down to unravel the dust on the surface of the “stone statue". The dust revealed a clean background color, and his hands were still soft.

“It's human skin.” Chen Slightly Flocked low voice.

Shen Yi thought his ears were infected by Gu Yi: “What? ”

Chen looked up and saw a secret hole behind the slab falling from the collapsed stone platform. This beauty... Someone who knew whether he was dead or alive was hidden in the middle.

So did Galley actually come for this man's skin?

Chen slightly ignored his mind for a moment and had to follow his instincts. He leaned over and held up what was wrapped in white practice.

Shen Yi hastily said: “I got it, let's go! ”

He picked up that group of white exercises, dragged up Chen Qiaofu and fled from the altar.

It exploded everywhere, smoke everywhere, and in the tumbling fire, a blurry, dull voice rang intermittently: “The cleanest elf... the wind also kisses... her skirt horns...”

All the boulders on the sorghum pillar of the altar collapsed into a line. When the two eyes were about to escape, they heard only one loud noise. A huge flame of purple light rose high, and the pillars held together by seven or eight people fell to one side. The altar was finally unsustainable and the top fell.

Shen Yi's face was full of black gray, he couldn't breathe at all, and suddenly he felt desperate. He felt that he might be about to tell this story. He suddenly stuffed the human figure in Chen's arms, put the cutting edge behind him, bowed his back, and wanted to protect the person beside him with his body.

Chen was surprised and instantly wondered what it felt like.

At this time, the long hawk from the sky only listened to a "squeak”, Shen Yi looked up stunned. Only a group of hawk iron claws threw thick steel cords in his arms and dragged the top of the dumped altar alive.

Gu Xiao is here!

Shen Yi did not dare to hesitate, nor did he care about the rubble that fell on him. He protected Chen from rushing out to play.

Their forelegs had just left the altar, and the steel cord in the hands of a falcon broke, and Xuan, the forerunner, dragged them away with seven hands and eight feet.

At the moment when the wire broke down, Gu Zheng almost rushed straight into the fire. When he saw the two men roll out smokingly on Mars, he could barely hold onto the wire. As he soothed the almost frightened horse, he relieved himself with no expression.

Then he blew a long whistle and made a gesture against the eagle in the sky and the rider on the ground: "Get out! ”

Calais can't hear the confusion.

Eighteen tribes rose for centuries, the altar grey smoke extinguished, and the thick smoke rolled into the sky of eternity.

The wind scraped half of that war-torn wolf flag off, whistling and flying out into flames and dust.

In the long and gloomy river, the colorful Sirius clan withdrew.

Purple gold is still burning.