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Chapter 1157 Mountain Barbarian Chief

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    Withdrawing his thoughts from Durodo's neck, the next moment, Rob took out the Cold Steel God of War and transferred his thoughts into it.  The house they are currently in is located on the top of the cave where the altar is located, with a vertical distance of less than a hundred meters.  Rob transferred his mind to the Cold Steel God of War, and the entire cave where the altar was located was within the range of his soul.  Extending the soul into the cave, I saw people coming and going in the entire cave. There were at least a thousand human beings active in the cave. All the soil on the surface of the altar had been cleaned up, revealing the original appearance of the altar.  It was a huge three-story round platform with exquisite patterns engraved on its surface. The Dou Qi cultivation techniques that Rob had seen were engraved on the left and right sides of the second floor.  Dozens of scholars wearing robes or glasses gathered around the three-story altar. Their eyes were almost glued to the pattern. They were gesticulating from time to time, mumbling words, and their hands were constantly recording something in their notebooks.  Most people's faces were full of enthusiasm and excitement.  There are several scholars holding precious magic image recorders, taking pictures one pattern after another, for fear that the pictures are not careful enough.  This altar is a huge treasure house for humans.  In order to protect the altar, humans have stationed at least 800 soldiers here. Most of the soldiers have second- and third-level swordsman abilities, and some are even intermediate and advanced swordsmen.  Such soldiers are elites in any team, and now they are sent to guard the altar, which shows that Black Iron City officials attach great importance to the altar.  If this kind of guard strength is maintained, it will be difficult for Rob to capture the altar with his current strength, because the guard power cannot be eliminated in a short time. They can call in more companions at any time, including the powerful light magic.  division.  Now we can only hope that when the war starts, the Black Iron City guards will be transferred away when the strength of the guards is insufficient.  Everything is ready, now it¡¯s time for the war to start.  Rob withdrew his thoughts from the Cold Steel God of War, looked at the deserted streets outside the window, and thought silently.   "What are you talking about? The magic crystal cannon is missing? The magic crystal cannon you promised to provide has been robbed?" Bakrov roared angrily, clamped the neck of the thin human in front of him with one hand, and raised the person in front of his eyes  .  With a height of 2.8 meters, Bakrov is relatively tall among barbarians. He is the chief of the largest tribe of mountain barbarians. He has a profound barbaric fighting power and is as powerful as a human swordsman.  The 1.9 meter human swordsman in front of him looked like an underdeveloped child in front of him. He could only struggle when he lifted it up with one hand.  "It's it's really really" the human swordsman groaned in pain. This human swordsman was a fifth-level swordsman. After his neck was stuck, he instinctively raised his fighting spirit and struggled hard, but  Bacrov's palms were like iron pincers. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not move the opponent in the slightest. Only at this moment did he realize the real gap between him and the barbarian chief. He was indeed said to be able to rival the great swordsman.  A strong man, in terms of pure strength, human great swordsmen simply cannot compare with him.  "When did it happen?" Bakrov was a chief-level figure after all. After getting angry, he quickly calmed down and asked the most critical question.  The human swordsman, whose neck was stuck and whose head was filled with blood, was no longer able to think, so he answered instinctively: "Ten days ago" As soon as he finished speaking, Bakrov exerted force on his palm, and only heard the sound of broken bones.  , the human swordsman's head immediately tilted to the side, and his entire body went limp.  Bakrov threw the body of the human swordsman aside and said coldly: "Take out his soul and ask what's going on." After hearing his order, a man next to him was wearing animal skin, with his head  The shaman, who was decorated with bones, painted colorfully on his face, and holding a long bone club in his hand, bent down and dragged the body of the human swordsman aside with an expressionless expression.  I only saw the barbarian shaman shaking the bone stick in his hand, and the hollow bone stick suddenly made a rustling sound, as if there was something inside.  This rustling sound formed an extremely weird rhythm, and the force field in the entire space changed.  The barbarian shaman pointed his left foot outward and danced a strange dance. As soon as the dance started, the force field immediately began to change, and some strange energy was gathered. As the dance became faster and faster, the gathered energy  It also became thicker and thicker, forming a force field that slowly sucked the soul of the human swordsman out of his corpse.  In the end, all the souls were sucked out of the corpse and gathered into a ball of blue soul fire in the air. The barbarian shaman stopped dancing, holding the soul fire with one hand and chanting something quickly in his mouth.  .  As he chanted, the human swordsman's soul fire trembled and struggled rapidly, seeming to be suffering from intense pain. Within a few minutes, his fist was big?The fire of the soul shrank rapidly, and finally turned into nothingness.  The barbarian shaman ignored the human swordsman who was both physically and mentally destroyed. He clapped his hands, turned his head and nodded to Bakrov and said: "I'm not lying. The magic crystal cannon disappeared ten days ago, and the two hundred swordsmen who accompanied it were escorted."  Soldiers, only corpses and traces of battle were found, and I don¡¯t know who did it.¡± Bakrov took a deep breath and snorted bitterly. If they had known this news ten days ago, they could have stayed put and waited for the news.  Not to mention the arrival of the magic crystal cannon, the food and grass consumed were provided by humans anyway, but now they have entered the human sphere of influence, their existence has been exposed, and human aerial reconnaissance is constantly detecting their situation.  It is useless to withdraw now, as the suddenness is lost. Once humans are prepared, the longer they delay, the more human armies they will face.  The mountain barbarians, with a total population of less than half a million, are well aware of the war potential of hundreds of millions of humans. The longer it takes, the more disadvantageous it will be to them.  Those human traitors obviously thought so too, so they delayed the news of the missing magic crystal cannon for ten days before telling them, leaving them with no way to retreat after the established fact of the invasion. Those human traitors really didn't have any good intentions.  They succeeded. Even though Buckrob had understood their sinister intentions, he could not retreat. He had prepared for several years and scrimped on food and clothing just for today. If he retreated like this, several years of hard work would have been in vain.  And once humans are prepared, there may not be such a good opportunity in the next few decades.  As long as the Black Iron City is broken, the wealth that humans have accumulated in the Black Iron City for hundreds of years will prevent the tribe from famine and cold in the next ten years. Sophisticated tools will allow them to build a warm environment on the plateau.  Warm homes allow them to cultivate underground farms, and cloth and looms save them from having to expose themselves in the ice and snow. A large number of elderly and children freeze to death every year.  All of this can be realized as long as the Black Iron City is broken.
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