Retracting his thoughts from Durodo's neck, the next moment, Rob took out Leng Gang's God of War and transferred his thoughts into it.

The house where they are now located is located on the top of the cave where the altar is located, with a vertical distance of less than one hundred meters. Rob transferred his mind to Leng Gang's God of War, and the entire cave where the altar is located is within the range of his soul.

Extending the soul into the cave, I saw at least thousands of humans moving in the cave. The soil on the surface of the altar has been cleaned up, revealing the original appearance of the altar. It was a huge three-layer round platform with exquisite patterns engraved on the surface. The Dou Qi practice technique that Rob had seen was engraved on the left and right of the second floor.

Dozens of scholars wearing robes or glasses surrounded the three-layer altar, their eyes almost stuck to the pattern, and they gestured from time to time, muttering words, and their hands kept recording something on the notebook. Most people's faces were full of fanatic and excited expressions.

Several scholars even held precious magic image recorders, taking pictures one pattern after another, for fear that they would not take them carefully.

This altar is a huge treasure house for humans.

In order to protect the altar, humans have at least 800 soldiers stationed here. Most of the soldiers have the strength of level 2 and 3 swordsmen, and some are middle- and high-level swordsmen. Such soldiers are elite in any team, and now they are sent to guard the altar, which shows the importance of the Black Iron City official on the altar.

If this kind of guard strength is maintained, it will be difficult to seize the altar with Rob's current strength, because the guardian power cannot be eliminated in a short time. They can summon more companions at any time, including the powerful light-type magician.

Now I can only pray that when the war begins, and when the Black Iron City guards are insufficient, these guards will be transferred away.

Everything is ready, and now the war begins. Rob takes back his mind from Leng Gang's God of War, looks at the empty street outside the window, and thinks silently.

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"What did you say? The magic crystal cannon is gone? The magic crystal cannon you promised to provide was snatched?" Barcrov roared angrily, blocking the thin human neck in front of him with one hand, and lifting the other party in front of him.

Bacrov is 2.8 meters tall and tall among the barbarians. He is the chief of the largest tribe of the Alpine Barbarians. He is extremely savage and has a great swordsman with great strength comparable to that of humans. The 1.9-meter-old human swordsman in front of him is like an undeveloped child in front of him. When he lifts it up with one hand, he can only struggle.

"Yes... is true... is true..." The human swordsman moaned in pain. This human swordsman was a level five swordsman. After being stuck in his neck, he instinctively raised his fighting spirit and struggled hard. However, Barcrov's palm was like an iron pliers. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not defend the other party. It was not until this moment that he realized the real gap between him and the barbarian chief. As expected, he was a strong man who claimed to be able to compete with the great swordsman. If we talk about strength alone, the human swordsman could not be compared with it.

"When did something happen?" Barcrov was a chieftain after all. After all, he calmed down quickly after being angry and asked the most critical question.

The human swordsman whose neck was stuck and his head was congested was no longer able to think, and he answered instinctively: "Ten days ago..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bacrov exerted force on his palm, and only the sound of bone breaking sounded. The human swordsman's head immediately tilted to one side, and his entire body also fell soft.

Barcrov shook the human swordsman's body beside him and said coldly: "Pick out his soul and ask clearly what's going on."

Hearing his order, a shaman next to him was wearing animal skin, decorated with bones on his head, painted with colorful face, and holding a long bone rod in his hand bent his waist and dragged the human swordsman's body to the side with expressionless expression.

I saw the barbarian shaman shook the bone rod in his hand, and the hollow bone rod suddenly made a rustling sound, as if there was something inside. This rustling sound formed an extremely strange rhythm, and the force field of the entire space changed.

The barbarian shaman pointed his left foot outward and danced a strange dance. At the beginning of the dance, the force field immediately began to change, and a strange energy was gathered. As the dance became more and more rapid, the gathered energy became stronger and stronger, forming a force field that slowly sucked the soul of the human swordsman out of his corpse.

Finally, all the souls were sucked out of the corpse and gathered into a blue soul fire in the air. The barbarian shaman stopped dancing, grabbed the soul fire with one hand, and quickly recited something in his mouth.

With his chanting, the human swordsman's soul fire trembled and struggled quickly, as if he was suffering from intense pain. In less than a few minutes, the soul fire as big as a fist quickly contracted and finally turned into nothingness.

The barbarian shaman ignored the human swordsman who was destroyed by both form and spirit, patted his hands, turned his head and nodded at Bacrov and said, "No lying. The magic crystal cannon disappeared ten days ago. In addition, the two hundred swordsmen who were escorted only found corpses and traces of battle. I don't know who did it."

Barcrov took a deep breath and groaned hatefully. If they had known this news ten days ago, they could hold their troops temporarily and wait for the new magic crystal cannon to be transported. Anyway, the food consumed was provided by humans, but now it has entered the sphere of influence of humans, and their existence has been exposed. Human aerial reconnaissance is constantly reconnaissing their situation.

Now it is useless to withdraw, and it loses suddenness. After humans are prepared for the longer they are delayed, the more human army they face. The total population of high mountain barbarians is less than 500,000, and they are very clear about the war potential of hundreds of millions of human beings. The longer they are delayed, the more unfavorable they are.

The human traitors obviously thought the same way, so they delayed the news of the loss of the Magic Crystal Cannon for ten days before telling them that after they caused the established fact of invasion, they had no choice but to retreat. The human traitors really had no good intentions.

They succeeded. Even if Barcrob knew their sinister intentions, he could not retreat. He had prepared for several years and was able to save money. Just for today, if he just returned like this, his efforts would be wasted. Moreover, after humans were prepared, there would probably be no such good opportunity in the next few decades.

As long as the Black Iron City is captured, the wealth accumulated by humans in Black Iron City for hundreds of years will make the tribes no longer famine and cold in the next ten years. The excellent tools can allow them to build warm and warm residences on the plateau, and they can reclaim underground farms, cloth and weaving opportunities so that they don’t have to worry about their bodies in the ice and snow. Every year, a large number of elderly and young children will freeze to death.
Chapter completed!