Chen Qingxu suppressed his breath to the lowest level, almost blending in with the surrounding vegetation. He hid motionlessly in a dead corner behind the black banner and thick felt above the royal tent, watching this unexpected development coldly.

The Wolf King's tent was split into two, and a steam wheelchair emitting white mist slid out from the middle. The Wolf King, Calais Yinghuo, was wrapped in a heavy cloak and curled up in the wheelchair like he was about to die, glancing coldly at the rebels outside the house.

"Third aunt," he smiled through his dry and thin lips and murmured, "My mother died early, and you took care of me for five years and treated me like your own son. Now... are you going to draw your sword against me too?"

Although Madam Hongxia was the instigator, she was, after all, an old woman with a staggering gait. She could only plan but not personally kill people. She was not here, so Calais's mumblings were scattered in the air without any purpose and no one answered.

This ferocious last wolf king, his hatred and grudges, joys and sorrows, ambitions for hegemony and revenge, were all alone. He had no parents, brothers, children, relatives or friends... He treated them like pigs and dogs, and they also betrayed him cruelly as a reward.

The hands of some of the rebels were shaking violently and they could hardly hold their weapons. A knife in someone's hand suddenly fell to the ground with a clang, which was particularly noticeable in the silent night.

"You all betrayed me and wanted me dead." Calais sneered sarcastically, suddenly raised his chicken claw-like hand high, and chopped it down suddenly, "You go die first!"

At his command, arrows were fired from the king's tent, and the rebels were surrounded from both sides. There was no way to escape, so they had to fight back with all their might.

This assassination, which was supposed to be a silent one, immediately turned into a bloody fight. The noise became louder and louder, and most of the Eighteen Tribes were alarmed. Most of the Tianlang tribes were in chaos. Some ran to the watchtower to put out the fire, some were busy helping the king to quell the rebellion, some made up their minds to join the rebels, and many more just stood there at a loss.

The prince and the chief steward were tied up and pushed out. The chief steward had wet his pants. He looked at the prince who was terrified beside him with despair, and thought to himself: "The Wolf King only has this one son left. Maybe he won't do anything to him. I can't say for sure."

Thinking of this, his face immediately changed from despair and fear to resoluteness. He gritted his teeth with his eyes wide open. After a moment, his face suddenly turned blue, and then he fell down headlong with his body stiff in full view of everyone - the chief steward bit open the poison sac in his mouth and committed suicide.

Cao Chunhua was completely frightened. He had indeed expected that the assassination of Calais Yinghuo might not be smooth, but it didn't matter. As long as the Northern Barbarians were in chaos, Gu Yun and his men could easily take advantage of the situation. After all, the mantis stalks the cicada, and no matter whether the mantis or the cicada wins, there will always be an oriole behind.

But he didn't expect that Chen Qingxu would be swept into the center of the vortex before him!

In a blink of an eye, the fight between the rebels and the guards near the king's tent was almost fierce. At this moment, a barbarian suddenly rushed into the king's tent, "Report - enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

This sentence was like a stone that caused a thousand waves. The area around the king's tent, where the heads of the upright people were smashed into dog heads, was quiet for a moment. The captain of the guards pushed aside the idlers and ran to the side of Galai Yinghuo in two steps: "King, someone set fire to the watchtower, and a large number of 'ghost crows' on the border took advantage of the chaos and are heading this way!"

The corners of Jialai Yinghuo's eyes twitched slightly: "Who is coming? Gu Yun?"

The head guard was sweating profusely, not understanding why he was so happy about Gu Yun's coming.

The next moment, he was shocked to see the chicken claw-like hands of the Calais firmly supporting the armrests of the steam wheelchair, and with a low roar, the man who had been paralyzed for half a year unexpectedly stood up!

Chief of the Guards: "King!"

"Gu Yun, Gu Yun..." Calais murmured, his eyes shining frighteningly, as if all the souls in his body were burning, making people deeply doubt the previous rumors - the dead goddess might not be his obsession, but Gu Yun was.

Galai Yinghuo shouted, "Bring me my armor!"

The captain of the guards had never seen such an ingenious way of committing suicide, and for a moment he thought he had misheard: "My king, you...what did you say?"

Calais roared, "My armor! My armor!"

The captain of the guards was so frightened by his face that was about to crack that he staggered a few steps. He did not dare to delay 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 put on the ground with a "bang". The Gale Mars was trembling all over like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind. His skinny hands tightly gripped the edge of the steel armor, and he dragged his heavy steps, squeezing himself in step by step.

The heavy armor is self-contained, with a steel frame supporting it. It is much easier to operate than the light fur, but it is not something that any half-paralyzed person can control.

Calais Yinghuo's face turned red as he climbed into the heavy armor. He gritted his teeth and opened the steam valve under his feet. The huge power started with a roar, and arrogant steam spurted out from behind the heavy armor, and was about to rush out with a roar.

...But the people inside are no longer the heroes who ate flesh and drank blood.

Just as he raised his leg, Calais was already at the end of his strength and could no longer keep his balance. With a loud bang, his heavy armor tilted to the ground, and the huge thing weighing hundreds of pounds smashed a deep hole in the ground.

The chief guard was shocked: "King!"

At that moment, no one could see the look on the face of the Wolf King Calai. The skinny man, who was only a skeleton, was hiding in the almost towering steel armor, like a worm in a walnut. At that moment, everyone - even his enemies - clearly thought of the words "the end of the hero" in their hearts.

Even if he is a lunatic with no conscience.

At this time, the unique screams of the Black Eagle were getting closer and closer. The Black Iron Camp was extremely mobile. The stalemate in the previous days was only because the Eighteen Tribes burned the Purple Gold at all costs, otherwise they would not have been allowed to survive until now.

At this time, the city was in chaos, and the three Xuantie tribes were like a deserted place. The black eagle led the way and rolled over like a black whirlwind.

The captain of the guards hurried forward to take off the heavy armor and carried Calai, who was trapped in it, out. "King, I'm afraid that Dadu can't be saved tonight. We will escort you away first..."

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

Chen Qingxu dodged a stray arrow that came from nowhere, and with a thought, he quickly got down from behind the floating black banner. A handful of tiny silver needles flew out of his hand, and he silently killed several barbarians who happened to be nearby, and secretly chased after them.

A team of guards escorted Calais as they ran towards the west side of the Wolf King's tent, running further and further away from the crowd, until in the end there was almost no place to hide. It was extremely difficult for Chen Qingxu to catch up. She risked being discovered and followed behind the group of guards for two full moments, and found herself following Calais to an abandoned altar.

The altar was extremely majestic, and the entire building seemed to reach into the clouds. It was made entirely of stone and was almost a palace.

The huge stone-carved gate was covered with thick felt, covered with mottled, incomprehensible words and scribbled symbols. The surrounding area was overgrown with weeds and had been deserted for a long time. A crow was startled by the visitor and flew up to the sky in a group.

Not only was Chen Qingxu, an outsider, confused, but even the guards looked at each other in bewilderment.

Ever since the goddess of the eighteen tribes became a joke, no one has set foot on the goddess' altar anymore.

Jialai shook off the captain of the guards' hand and said, "Back off."

The captain of the guards was stunned and retreated a few steps away.

Calais knelt down slowly. His knees were stiff and he almost fell down. The captain of the guards rushed forward to help him up, but was slapped in the face: "Get out! Get away from me!"

The captain of the guards stepped aside reluctantly.

Calai took great effort to kneel down. He stretched his hunched back as straight as possible and clasped his hands together. The shameful and angry look on his face slowly faded away and his expression unexpectedly calmed down. After a moment, he struggled to maintain his kneeling posture and crawled forward a few steps, like an old dog about to die. The captain of the guards had been beaten and did not dare to step forward to ask for a beating. He could only watch him crawl helplessly from the side.

Calais crawled to the side of the huge stone door, lifted the tattered felt, and fumbled on the uneven spell. Chen Qingxu realized that this long-abandoned altar of the goddess might be the key, so he moved closer cautiously, staring at Calais movements without blinking.

Suddenly, he pressed something down and thrust his arm forward.

The ground immediately shook violently and the guards were all terrified, but Chen Qingxu flew away without a second thought.

The stones surrounding the altar began to move on their own. Huge gears rose from the ground one after another, interlocking with each other. Countless 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 "hiss", countless small iron pieces unfolded from both sides, trembling slightly in the breeze. They turned out to be small fire wings one after another - this thing looked very much like Daliang's "kite".

The entire altar looked like a giant kite. Chen Qingxu had the illusion that if it was lit with purple gold, it would rise from the ground and ascend to the ninth heaven.

She was shocked and thought, "Didn't they say that the barbarians were swept away by the Black Iron Camp because they didn't have their own lighter technology? What is this? Does this barbarian want to escape or ascend to heaven with this thing?"

Just before she could come to a conclusion, it was proved that her common sense was correct. With a "click", smoke with a burnt smell suddenly came out from one of the pipes connected in a circle.

Then, the sound of cracks began to sound all around. The purple gold had been stored underground for so many years that it had already been mixed with countless impurities. The flames under the fire wings flickered, and a pungent smell that was different from the burning pure purple gold filled the air.

It was slow, but in fact, it only took a blink of an eye from the first break to the burning of the entire altar. If an expert like Ge Chen or Zhang Fenghan was lurking on the side at this time, they would be able to see that the structure of this altar shaped like a giant kite was not complete at all. It looked fancy, but in fact it was just a forcible copy of the flaming wings and pipe-shaped golden box from the kite. The most critical problem of the giant kite's launch was its shape. Even if it was forced to rise by firepower, it would disintegrate before it reached mid-air.

The damage had obviously been exacerbated by years of disrepair, and it had self-destructed without even the slightest intention of taking off.

The giant kite buried under the altar and the goddess praying to the Eternal Heaven seemed destined to be an unattainable dream of the doomed Sirius Group that would never be realized.

The chief guard was terrified and yelled, "King! Get out of the way!"

As if shaken by his shout, the stone door carved from huge rocks suddenly collapsed, pressing down a large number of pipes that had already floated out of the ground. The gas produced by the burning purple gold expanded rapidly. After a deafening noise, the altar began to explode. A huge fireball rose precariously into the sky. Calais Mars was in the fire. He looked back at his guards, but there was no fear on his face.

At that moment, Chen Qingxu suddenly understood that Calais might not be unaware that once the altar was lit, a road would be blown up.

...He was willing and had planned for a long time, he was just looking for a more brilliant way to die.

The outer wall of the altar began to shake and was about to collapse.

Chen Qingxu gritted his teeth, risked his life, and grabbed a gap among the flames. In full view of everyone, he followed Calais and slipped in.

Then with a loud "boom", the outer wall of the altar collapsed.

Cao Chunhua lost track of Chen Qingxu on the way and had no choice but to stay behind to support Gu Yun and the others. It was not until the Black Iron Camp entered Dadu that she learned the approximate direction of Calais Mars from the captured barbarian guards.

Cao Chunhua was very familiar with the topography of the Northern Barbarian Capital. After hearing the general idea, she knew that Gala Yinghuo must be coming to the Goddess Altar. She immediately rushed over with the anxious Shen Yi, only to see this scene.

Cao Chunhua's pupils shrank and she couldn't even scream.

However, Shen Yi took off his light fur armor without hesitation, used local materials, rolled around in the ice and snow that had not yet melted in the bitter cold land, and rushed into the raging fire with ice and snow all over his body.

The captain of the guards was stunned by the brilliant end that the Wolf King had chosen himself. A group of elite Northern Barbarian guards stood there like wooden stakes, with almost no thought of resistance. They had automatically become prisoners and there was no need to bother fighting.

The purple gold with too many impurities did not have the power to melt the ice field when it burned, but the smoke was so huge that people could not open their eyes. The clairvoyance was soon covered with a layer of dust, which was pulled off by Chen Qingxu and thrown aside.

She could see that the moment Galai fell out of the heavy armor, he probably had a desire to die. For someone who was so eager to die, torture would be of little use - and she didn't know how to force him.

So could the secret of the goddess's voodoo that she has been searching for for so many years be found in this mysterious altar?

Chen Qingxu stepped across the collapsing altar and found the shadow of Calais struggling to crawl forward in the black ash. When on fire, the higher you go, the easier it is to suffocate. It is easier to walk on the ground. Calais is not in danger of being suffocated for a while. Chen Qingxu covered his mouth and nose, squinted his eyes and glanced in the direction he was moving, and found that Calais was oblivious to the noise around him, and his eyes were fixed on the large stone platform in the middle of the altar.

What's inside that stone platform?

At this moment, a large beam in the altar fell down on Chen Qingxu's head. She had to dodge it, gaining some strength from the rubble, and then flew towards the stone platform.

If the earliest designer wanted to make the entire altar into a big kite, judging from the location of the stone platform, it should be a mast that stabilizes the sea. There are stone slabs engraved with barbarian characters on the platform in a circle. Unlike the incomprehensible spells at the door, these are the real characters of the eighteen tribes. Chen Qingxu had previously come to the outside of the northern border to look for barbarian voodoo techniques and had also put some effort into the barbarian characters. He could probably understand that what was recorded above was the history of the separation and reunion of the eighteen tribes.

From beginning to end, not a single word was mentioned about the barbarians' voodoo. Chen Qingxu was finally choked by the thick smoke and started coughing. She felt extremely disappointed - could it be that this was really just the ruins of an altar and there was nothing she was looking for?

At this moment, there was another explosion somewhere. After the ground shook, a large stone slab right opposite her was hit unexpectedly.

Chen Qingxu: “…”

When you're unlucky, even drinking cold water will get your teeth stuck.

She stepped back instinctively, but the thick smoke blocked her vision. Chen Qingxu missed a step and fell directly under the stone platform. She might be hit by the stone slab!

In a hurry, the white silk hidden in Chen Qingxu's sleeve rolled out and got caught on something on the stone platform. She coughed hard and pulled hard, trying to pull herself up, but the thing she was caught on was not strong, and it fell over with a slight pull.

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

At this moment, a figure suddenly rushed over, hugged her and rolled to the side. There was a loud noise beside her, and a large stone slab fell from the sky, bringing up a gust of wind. Chen Qingxu was covered in mud from the altar. She looked up with a frightened look and was shocked to see General Shen in a dishevel.

Shen Yi grabbed her collar angrily: "Are you going to die?"

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

When Shen Yi met her gaze, he immediately became timid, and his raging anger died down. He bent down to pick up the white silk in her sleeve, and said hesitantly, "Let's go first... What is this thing!"

I saw a strange "object" the size of a person wrapped in the white silk 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 was pulled over by Shen Yi with a light pull. The white silk shook open, revealing a head.

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

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

Chen Qingxu first glanced at it, then was surprised. He squatted down and brushed away the dust on the surface of the "stone statue". Under the dust, a white base color was revealed, and it was still soft to the touch.

"It's human skin." Chen Qingxu whispered.

Shen Yi thought his ears were infected by Gu Yun: "What?"

Chen Qingxu looked up and saw a secret hole behind the fallen stone slab of the collapsed stone platform. It turned out that this beautiful... person, who was unknown whether dead or alive, was hidden in the middle.

So was Calais actually coming 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 thing wrapped in white silk.

Shen Yi hurriedly said: "I'll do it, let's go!"

He picked up the ball of white silk, pulled Chen Qingxu up, and ran away from the altar.

There were explosions and thick smoke everywhere, and in the rolling flames, a vague and hoarse voice sounded intermittently: "The purest elf... the wind of the sky also wants to kiss... the hem of her skirt..."

All the huge stones on the tall sorghum pillars of the entire altar collapsed into a line. When the two were about to escape, they heard a loud bang, and a huge flame with purple light rose high. The pillars that required seven or eight people to hug toppled to one side. The entire altar could no longer hold on, and the huge roof collapsed.

Shen Yi's face was covered in black and gray, and he was completely out of breath. He suddenly felt desperate and thought that he might die here. In a flash, he suddenly stuffed the human-shaped object in his hand into Chen Qingxu's arms, put the Cutting Wind Blade behind him, and arched his back, trying to protect the person beside him with his body.

Chen Qingxu was startled, and for a moment she didn't know what to feel.

At this moment, the long cry of a black eagle was heard from the sky. With a "creak", Shen Yi looked up in surprise and saw a team of black eagles throwing out steel cables as thick as arms from their iron claws, which grabbed the top of the collapsed altar alive.

Gu Yun arrived!

Shen Yi did not dare to hesitate, and regardless of the gravel falling on him, he protected Chen Qingxu and ran out desperately.

Just as they left the altar, the steel cable in the hand of a Black Eagle suddenly broke, and the vanguard Black Rider hurriedly dragged the two up and away.

The moment the steel cable broke, Gu Yun almost rode his horse directly into the sea of ​​fire. Seeing the two men rolling out covered in sparks and smoke, he managed to grab the reins. While comforting the warhorse that was almost frightened to death, he breathed a sigh of relief with an expressionless face.

Then he blew a long whistle, and the Black Eagle in the sky and the Black Riders on the ground gestured, "Retreat!"

The muffled singing of Calais Mars could no longer be heard.

The altar that had stood tall for hundreds of years among the eighteen tribes was reduced to ashes, and thick smoke rolled up to the sky of eternity.

The strong wind blew off half of the wolf flag that had been damaged by the war, and it flew away with a roar, swept into the flames and dust.

In the long river of time, the once colorful Sirius tribe faded away.

And the purple gold is still burning.