The architectural style of Soul Heights is very different from that of the Heights. Of course, it does not mean that the houses here do not have the Amazon Centaur style. It is just that compared with the extremely pragmatic and unsupervised rough style of the Heights, which is more of the "feminine" here, such as the high-legged flower beds and small magic fountains on the roadside. Things like this that have nothing to do with battle will never appear on the Heights.

The grass and trees on the soul highland can be seen carefully designed, and even some details can be seen as being from the hands of elves dwarfs or humans. This is not surprising. The Amazons have never lacked slaves from all races. The exquisitely carved totem columns standing everywhere, the colorful flags that sway in the wind with wild style, and the giant windmills that slowly rotate like never stops, and the ancient wind chimes that trembled from time to time... In the soul highland, it seems like they are in a place where the soul lives. However, Kazakhstan and her secretly carried on the horse's back were encountered a little trouble, although it was just an expected trouble.

"Stop! This is the soul holy land of the Amazons, the altar of the shaman ancestors, no one is allowed to enter!"

Two Amazon warriors holding guns pointed at the Qianqi Captain in front of them with a fierce and timid voice. Although their courage and responsibility made them dare to stand up and face an angry fourth-level centaur general, the pressure of fighting spirit emitted from Kazakhstan still oppressed the two little warriors unable to raise their heads.

In order to cover up the aura emitted by Goron, Qianqi Crown's Dou Qi was always in a mildly excited state. Although this would consume some physical strength, the Dou Qi shock wave emitted by a centaur general at the peak of the fourth level was enough to cover up all of Goron's breath, and could also effectively interfere with most combat-level detection skills.

"I am the Kazakh Runner, the leader of the heroic highland. On behalf of the war Khan Olivia Thunder Trampling, praying for the brave soldiers who died in battle, to protect their souls to return to the embrace of the ancestors. I have limited time. You can quickly open the road to the altar!"

The two centaur guards looked at each other, as if they wanted to retreat, but for some reason they did not dare to let the Qianqinqin pass by, so they could only stagnate there and sway around.

Geron felt something was wrong in his heart. Even if the shaman altar does not have any strategic value and does not store precious objects, it does not possess divine power like the Cathedral of the Spirit of the Light. It does not even have decent walls and roofs. It can be said that it is just a few ancestral totems in a wide and flat place. But after all, it is also a soul holy place for worshiping tribes of the ancestors. No matter how rough the Amazon centaurs are, they should not only arrange two incomparable young warriors here. Such guard powers are no different in the eyes of the arrogant and domineering Qianqiu. Sure enough, Kazakhstan snorted impatiently, and directly knocked open the two little warriors and rushed towards the narrow and slender passage. The two little warriors struggled to get up from the ground, looked at each other with a ugly face, and limped away.

"We have not had much time left. We must complete the sacrifice before the reinforcements arrive. However, the defense here is so poor, which saves us a lot of trouble." Qianqianqi Chief said in a low voice. But Goron frowned and expressed his question in his heart: "When someone forced himself into the shaman altar, why don't they sound the horn of the enemy attack and summon the army directly? This should be the best opportunity to rule out the number one general around you, Olivia Khan?"

Goron had been paying attention just now that if one of the two little warriors walked towards the three-meter-long horn flute next to him, he would shoot them first. Otherwise, when the horn flute sounded, the entire Valkyria would know that something was wrong with the shaman altar. However, Goron looked at the two little warriors, and seemed to be more sinister than them, for fear that someone would notice an abnormality here.

Before Ge Long could tell the careless Qianqi Captain about his doubts, he already knew what the problem was...

The shaman altar, which was supposed to be dead, was brightly lit at this time, and a noisy sound could be heard from a distance. The speed of the "Runner" was like auspicious lightning, and in the blink of an eye, it had already rushed to the destination, and then it saw a dirty and chaotic scene like a vegetable market.

Bonfires, food, garbage, excrement, weapons, equipment and luggage everywhere, and dozens of aliens...

The sacred and majestic altar of shaman ancestors was like the rude and dirty stream. At this time, the gangster camp was full of messy and smelly. A large group of orcs, trolls, boars, taurens, centaurs, ogres... sat on the ground around the bonfire, holding a huge wine glass like a wooden barrel in their hands, holding a golden barbecue and laughing wildly. The food they were enjoying, the remaining pieces of meat on the bonfire could clearly distinguish the appearance of an adult woman. Judging from the unique fragrance of forest plants floating in the air, the unlucky girl who was roasted on the burial should have been an elf before her death.

Of course, as an ogre chef, Goron scoffed at this crude barbecue technique. The elf's flesh is tender, and it is thin and tall, the meat is tender and smooth, but the fat is pitifully low. The most suitable cooking method is steaming or stewing. The barbecue can't produce any oil and water. Although the color looks good, it is difficult to taste, let alone any taste. This method is purely a waste.

Of course, Goron also saw other things. This shaman altar was obviously regarded as a temporary resettlement place for alien races. As soon as they reached the top of the Bloodblade Peak, they knew that there were now a large number of alien "visitors" in Valkyria camp. It seems that the owner of the Soul Highland, Xerxes, the poison drinker, actually regarded the sacred shaman ancestor altar as a temporary resettlement place for alien races. These "guests" who were placed here obviously did not have any awareness or politeness, and they could not see any respect for the shaman ancestors. This made this place almost the same as a garbage dump. This is undoubtedly a major blasphemy of the ancestral spirit. Xerxes Khan obviously did not want too many people to know about the situation here, so he did not want to make a big noise, even if he encountered an emergency, he did not blow the horn flute.

The messy thoughts in his heart disappeared in an instant. Ge Long could clearly and directly sense the anger in Qianqi Chang's heart, because the sudden outburst of fighting spirit began to hurt Ge Long's tough skin.

It is no wonder that although Kazakhstan is not a shaman, he sacrifices to Kratos, the god of war through a special prayer method of "fighting", and then obtains the power of "fighting energy" from this god of war who will be happy when they see the battle. However, like most creatures of the chaotic race, the true belief in her heart is the shaman ancestor spirit. The reason why she is furious is that the devout believers of the principle of Holy Light saw that the Cathedral of the Holy Light where she prayed was suddenly converted into a toilet or a garbage dump.

At this time, Captain Qianqin, who suddenly visited late at night, had already been noticed, and at the same time, the anger of this master... The anger of a fourth-level peak man, the general. However, the guys who could appear in the Amazon Centaur chassis at this time have a great origin, or they are strong in their own strength. The guys in front of Captain Ge Long and Captain Qianqin have the lowest level and the middle level of the third level. There were also two people who were both fourth-level supervisors, and an old ogre with dark skin and wrinkles even exuded a strange and inexplicable danger. So even when facing Captain Qianqin, these aliens were shocked, and they were quietly waiting to see a joke.

At this time, a drunken troll hunter walked towards Qianqinqin, holding two slender elf fingers in his mouth and said carelessly: "Oh~~~! Look who is here! Isn't this our dear Kazakhski Captain Qianqinqin? Is it here to see how your guests live? Hahaha, no need to worry, we are all our own people and will take care of ourselves. Look, these days, we have faded out of our mouths. Didn't we catch an elf girl and roast it for food? It tastes pretty good. Do you want to have a little too? The most delicious thigh meat is still there!"

The answer to him was a thunderous horse hoof kick. The tall and thin troll suddenly appeared on the chest of the tall and thin troll. The whole person flew back dozens of meters away, and he could no longer get up after lying down.

"Get out of the sacred altar with all your trash, while I can still control myself!"

Kazakhres gritted his teeth and said word by word. She did not lie. The Qianqi Captain was indeed restraining himself with her greatest willpower. If it weren't for her that she still remembered her true purpose of coming to the altar, and the Qianqi Captain's style, who was irritable and used to use muscles to replace his brain, had already rushed up to see each other and killed each other. As for the strength gap between the two sides and the comparison of the number of people... Unfortunately, in the eyes of real Amazon warriors, these were never questions that needed to be thought about.

At this moment, two injured Amazon soldiers had already stumbled into Xerxes Khan's camp. At this time, the Khan was cooking some viscous solution with a fragrant smell in a mouthful of delicate and compact crucible. The intrusion of the two young warriors made the skeletons of the creatures burning with orchid flames light and dark, and then suddenly extinguished. The mucus in the crucible changed color instantly, and then emitted a fishy smell.

Xerxes Khan frowned slightly, but said nothing. He just threw the crucible and the liquid inside into a bottomless black hole under his feet, then turned around and asked, "What's wrong? Is there a problem with the altar? Don't worry, there is no one else here, you can just tell me."

The two little soldiers looked at each other, and one of them finally mustered up the courage to step forward and whispered: "It's Kazakhsky Riders. She just broke into the altar. We... we can't stop her!" (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better, updated and faster!

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