The earliest garrison of the Dead Iron City, the fief of the first city builder Blancodyn, has now become the royal court of the barbarians. Zhang Huen and the other three touched the forest outside the Dead Iron City and found a large number of barbarian scouts running towards the south. It was also the fire of the Brown Pig's relay station that attracted their attention. The number of guards at the top of the city increased by at least twice as much as the number of them according to their memories of the idea.

"There are six sewers in Death Iron City, four of which are blocked by the ice of the Eternal Frozen River. Both of them are still in use on both sides of the north and south, but they have guards."

The structure diagram of the dead iron city in the backpack is very detailed, and the sewer layout is vividly displayed on the paper. Zhang Huen and they discussed it for a long time, and thought it would be better to take advantage of the night to approach the southern sewer and wait for an opportunity to sneak in. At sunset, heavy snow fell on the sky, and the number of guards at the top of the city was decreasing, and the half-open city gate was also closed. The three of them touched the entrance of the southern sewer under the cover of heavy snow and night. The entrance was closed by an iron fence. The two guards leaned against the stone wall on the inside and squatted in front of the brazier to keep warm.

"Hey~ Mad Dog, I'm going to sleep for a while and I'll change you in the second half of the night."

The guard yawned and walked towards the guard room with his waist. The mad dog held a spear and kept lit his head. The sleeping god was murmuring over and over again in his ear.

"Soldier Commander...If I die, please bury me outside the Black City, please write on my tombstone..."

"Shut up, no one will die, follow me!"

Zhang Hu'en carried a giant shield and walked to ten meters in front of the iron fence. His boots woke the mad dog up with the crunch of snow. The mad dog looked at a gray robe covered in armor and carried a giant shield and rushed towards the iron fence, and hurriedly held the spear and shouted:

"Gray robe, gray robe!"

"Bang!"

Zhang Hu'en carried the giant shield and knocked down the iron fence with all his might. The iron fence directly pressed the mad dog down. The three of them walked into the sewer on the iron fence. The guard who ran out of the lounge was cut off half of his head by Zhang Hu'en with a sword and fell straight to the ground.

"Walk!"

The three of them looked at that no other barbarians appeared in the sewer. The white-faced poked the mad dog under the iron fence to death with a sword, took their torches from the wall, and headed into the sewer.

“Where to go?”

I came to a fork. I spread the map and looked at it under the torch. I pointed to the road on my right hand and said:

"Let's go directly to the city lord's hall. Judging from the current night scenery, the Barbarian King should have dinner with his subordinates."

"You mean we will face a bunch of barbarian elites who eat and drink well as soon as we go up?"

"It could also be a bunch of drunken elites."

The three of them followed the instructions of the map and turned around in the dark sewer. They didn't know how many roads they had walked or how long they took, but the three of them touched a fork with a slightly lit fire.

"Wait. There are guards in front."

The three of them touched the fire and found a barbarian warrior sitting at the corner of a stone stairs. However, from his drooling look on his face, he seemed to be drunk and unconscious. Zhang Hu'en handed the giant shield and the big sword to the idea, touched it with his hands on his head, and twisted it hard. The warrior rolled his eyes wide and fell to the ground.

Listening to the singing and laughter coming from above, the three decided to wait around the corner.

"Shiramu, it's time for you to go up and drink."

A wooden door opened. A soldier holding a wooden wine glass walked in crookedly against the door. Zhang Hu'en pulled him down, covered his mouth firmly, and then forcibly broke his neck. The three of them looked at each other and found that the noise on the door was smaller after it opened, so they decided to go up and take a look.

The three of them touched the wooden door and found that it was a cellar, with some frozen vegetables and beef and mutton placed on wooden racks, and several large wooden barrels were neatly placed in the corner of the wall.

"These guys eat pretty well."

"Shh, listen, the sound is even smaller. Maybe they've been drinking almost."

Idiot put his ear on the wooden door on the other side of the stairs and waved at the two of them. He opened a gap and saw that there was no one in the kitchen. The three of them entered the kitchen again and pressed their ears on the wooden door connecting the kitchen and the outside. Apart from the drunken words outside, there was a snoring sound.

"Your Majesty, today's drink is full of fun, it's time for you to go back to the palace to sleep..."

"It's great. Add more firewood to these drunk guys and don't let them get up early tomorrow morning and complain about soreness."

"yes!"

The opportunity should not be missed, and the three of them took their weapons, kicked open the wooden door, shouting:

"Bar King, where can I go!"

After rushing into the brightly lit hall of the city lord's mansion, Zhang Huen rushed to the front. He crossed the drunkards who were lying on the ground and came to the center of the hall, but found that the Barbarian King who was supposed to be sitting on the throne was gone. There was no one on the throne, only a group of iron armored guards holding shields, heavy armor, and cold spears.

When the three of them were stunned to face the group of iron-armored guards, the drunkards who fell to the ground all got up and pulled out their weapons to surround the three of them.

"Smack it!"

A series of applause came from above them. The three of them looked up and saw a man wearing a golden crown and a bear jacket sitting on a chair on the second floor of the hall looking at them. The golden gloves in their hands were slapped at each other, as if they saw a monkey drama being performed.

"Tedar Hill, the King of Barbarians?"

Looking at this little-faced Daxia man, Zhang Huen asked in confusion. Teda Hill stood up and reached out to hold a woman sitting next to him. Zhang Huen looked at the woman beside him in surprise. Who is Christian?

"Dear Hill, do they always think we are the same person?"

That's right, Zhang Hu'en looked at their status and realized that the information in Gray Robe had been wrong to grandma's house. The king of barbarians was two people, one was called TEDA, the other was called Hill, one was Daxia, one was Mexican, one was a man, and one was a woman.

"TEDA, stop teasing them. Put their deposit and let the wizard interrogate them!"

Hill's indifferent language made the white-faced people present laugh. He pointed his sword at TEDA and Hill and said:

"Don't think of imprisoning us anymore, we Rangers would rather die than surrender!"

"Idea, white-faced, follow me!"

Things have come to this point. What other tricks can you do besides doing it? I looked at the position of the two barbarian kings, pointed to the throne where the group of black-armored guards were and said:

"Captain, disperse them, and the passage upwards is behind the throne!"

"Kill them!"

Teda didn't want to continue watching, and took Hill's hand and retreated into the darkness. An old barbarian with patterns on his face replaced them to command. He stood on the second floor, holding a human skull, and sang:

"Hedimal, my Lord God, let the wind of troubles blow their souls!"

A black light shot towards the three of them from the old man's bones. Zhang Hu'en felt a sense of unreasonable dizziness, and his legs, who were originally preparing to exert force, were even numb. The idea and the white face were even more unbearable. They staggered directly to the ground. Fortunately, they supported the ground with their hands and did not fall to eat shit.

"Chishus, my Lord God, may your light shine upon me!"

Zhang Hu'en raised his right hand sword. A white light burst out from the sword, and the dizziness on the three of them was immediately dispelled. The old wizard, who was fully focused, almost glared out his eyes. He screamed at the barbarian downstairs with his bones:

"Kill him, he is the favor of the evil god. Don't let him leave alive!"

Taking advantage of the moment when the barbarians around him were all blinded by the light on the sword, Zhang Hu'en carried a giant shield and rushed towards the black-armored guards. The three iron-armored guards were knocked away by him. He suffered two gunshot wounds on his back, and his ideas were very close to the ground and were not affected by Shanghai. The white-faced left shoulder was rubbed by a spear and opened a hole.

"Chishus. My Lord God, may you favor the lost Lamb!"

The group rejuvenation technique blew across the three people like a spring breeze. The wound that was originally painful was also paralyzed. The white face blocked the spear of the armored guard with a shield incredibly, and the wound once again felt a heart-wrenching pain.

"Don't get entangled with them, and to kill the Barbarian King as the primary goal! Chiss, my Lord God, may you favor the lost Lamb!"

The disadvantage of Rejuvenation is that it cannot be used in battle, but Zhang Hu'en sprinkled the rejuvenation out like this, making the old man on the second floor vomit blood. The second level of evil magic, and the continuous use of evil magic. Is this five-strong soldier really the spokesperson of the evil god?

As a result, he really vomited blood. The old man bit his index finger and applied the blood to the shriveled head on the bone guard. A red light appeared in the darkness in the eyes of the head. The old man shouted in a sad tone:

"Hedimal, my Lord God, please give me the strongest guard and the cruelest cold wind!"

The two personal guards guarding the second floor were fingered by the old man's hands, and the iron armor in their bodies exploded with crackling. The muscles in their bodies doubled, and their heads were raised by half a meter. Two strong men with red eyes and twisted muscles all over their bodies appeared in front of the three.

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(Damn it!)

Zhang Hu'en was almost cursing his father. He looked at the old man hiding behind the two honour guards. The old man actually ran away. Could it be that as long as he killed this old guy, these two big bumps would be out of control?

"Black face, idea, kill that old man, hurry up, I'll hold on to these two big guys!"

"clang!"

Zhang Huen blocked the spears of the two Huweis, and the huge force pulled him to the side of the railing on the second floor. The stone railing was knocked to the first floor by him with a slam. The barbarians did not dare to approach. The Yushen Huwei couldn't tell the difference between the enemy and me, who was close to him and who was drawing who!

"quick!"

Zhang Hu'en blocked the thrust of the Huwei and turned around and shouted to two colleagues who were chasing the wizards. The wizard was forced to a dead corner by the two of them, jumped to the stone railing, and shouted at a group of barbarians blocking the stairs:

"What are you doing while standing stupidly? Come and save me!"

"bump!"

A stone door next to it suddenly opened, and the disheveled TEDA walked out cursingly and shouted:
Chapter completed!