The military tent in the dense forest suddenly fell silent, and the information on the flat table made the three of them unusually silent. At this time, the night was already very deep, and in the middle of the night in the snowy mountain, it was the time when the cold wind was at its peak, and the cold wind blowing outside the tent made everyone's hearts cold.

Lord Feng's mind turned quickly, and he looked up and asked Granny Mu.

"Eldest sister, you just said that Drift Fire builds a blast furnace in the swamp?"

"yes, it's been a few days since it was built, and if it weren't for the black smoke that smoked my birds, I wouldn't have noticed. Your son's choice of place is secluded enough that he almost missed me, an old resident..."

The more the ninth master thought about it, the more wrong it became: "Building a blast furnace can only be used for ironmaking." If he's going to make some weapons, why go to the swamp, it's not a shady job..."

Lord Feng looked at the Ninth Master, "You have been studying the Dead Wood Essence for the longest time, can you link the two things between the blast furnace and the Dead Wood Spirit, can you guess what he wants to do?"

The Ninth Master pondered for a while, "Although the Dead Wood Essence can have some role in building weapons, the blast furnace is directly smelting molten iron, so the Dead Wood Essence is not needed?"

The questions of the three of them are not unreasonable, among the awakened ones, the dark ones have the most research on the essence of dead wood, and even the term dark one is related to the essence of dead wood.

After a long period of study, the Darklings have mastered a unique technique of striking iron with the essence of deadwood. When forging a weapon, if you add some powder from Dead Wood Spirit, it can really make the weapon stronger and sharper.

But this kind of weapon is just the best of mortal weapons. The attraction to the secular world is huge, but the Awakened ignore this weapon.

No matter how sharp it is, can it still cut through my vitality shield?

The three of them thought about it for a long time, but they couldn't figure out what the flowing fire was going to do. But they all felt that Driftfire must have a very big plan, and this plan is very dangerous, and the slightest mistake will shatter the bones.

Granny Mu is very nervous, she doesn't want her child to be born without a father.

"It's too dangerous, if you let the inner door know, there will be no way for the fire to live..."

The Ninth Master also looked at the madman nervously, of course he knew the seriousness of this matter.

At this time, Lord Feng was more nervous than anyone else, and the use of contraband was a taboo for the Creation Gate. After so many years of chasing and killing the dark ones by the Creation Gate, it has proved everything.

Now his son is actually playing with fire.

No, I have to do something.

The anxious Wind Lord walked up and down in the tent and said nothing all night.

After a long time, when a glimmer of brilliance appeared on the eastern ridge, Lord Wind finally made up his mind.

"Starting today, our plans will be revised. Starting with the Vast Mountain, let's take the initiative to send people to support the Giant Tribe... From now on, let's take the initiative to participate in the war..."

Before he could finish speaking, there was a sudden crackling sound in the tent. It turned out that the ninth master was excited and crushed the teacup.

"You're crazy? You're going to take the initiative, you're going to put us in the open..."

How could the Ninth Master not be excited. The dark ones have been dormant for decades, secretly accumulating strength, stockpiling materials and cultivating talents. In the face of the provocation of the Creation Gate, he has always been able to hide and hide.

This strategy proved to be the right one. Over the past few decades, the Creation Gate has been somewhat lax, and they feel that the dark ones are just a rabble.

Taking advantage of the carelessness of the Creation Gate, the power of the Dark One expanded rapidly. This year it even secretly swallowed control of Yongning Prefecture.

In just two months, Yongning Prefecture has delivered more than a dozen good seedlings and dozens of magic weapon materials to the dark ones.

With such a good situation, as long as it persists for another ten or eight years, the power of the dark ones will be extremely large. Anyway, the awakened have a long lifespan, and they don't care about the time of these ten years at all.

But today, this madman actually wants to take the initiative to attack and take the initiative to provoke the anger of the Creation Gate.

Yes, the dark ones have been uniting with the vast giants, secretly providing them with weapons, armor, and various magic weapon materials. But the Dark One never appeared on the battlefield.

The Creation Gate is just a guess that we have a connection with the orcs.

But today, this madman actually let us join the war, and let the figure of the dark one appear in front of their eyes.

"Crazy, you're a madman..."

Lord Wind was going crazy, and he slapped the table in a rage.

"What can I do? Am I going to watch my son die..."

"At the Hundred Flowers Meeting, why did the clouds cover the moon and kill the people under the convection fire..."

"In the grass slope, why did the poisonous knife Liu assassinate my son..."

"Who sent those waves of ambushes on the official road of the Chu State..."

"In the Savage Ridge, can't you guess what?Where did the two supreme magic weapons that Flowing Fire gave to Suzaku come from?"

"Don't you really see anything weird? Why is Lan Ji stuck in Savage Ridge, and what is the conspiracy here?"

"Since Liuhuo came to Zhongzhou Mountain, he has faced conspiracy and deception again and again, ambushes and assassinations one after another..."

"What have I done as a father? I can only watch... I can only watch..."

After venting, Lord Feng slumped in the chair and said weakly.

"You have to make me, a father, do my duty... I owe too much to the fire..."

The Ninth Master's eyes were also moist, he really didn't expect that the madman actually had so much bitter water hidden in his heart.

"Okay, since you've decided, let's do it. I don't believe it, after decades of accumulation, we are still afraid of those wastes who have been soaked in wealth and softened their bones..."

"Since we're going to do it, let's do it... Kill the Jade Qilin and Li Feiyang, and give us a flag..."

When the ninth master who gritted his back molars, after saying this. Even Granny Mu felt the murderous aura inside the tent. The intense murderous aura in her eyes flashed.

Lord Feng gasped for a moment, turned around and walked to the side of the bed where he was resting, took out a small wooden box from under the pillow, and took out a simple golden key from it.

Lord Wind handed the key to Granny Mu.

"Give this key to Suzaku and tell her all the truth. Tell her that she is the daughter-in-law of our Feng family, and this key is a token, and the key represents a huge treasure house in half a tael of gold, which is the bride price of our Feng family to marry her..."

"Remember, the key is key, make sure to keep it properly, remember... Remember..."

"If she really loves fire, she will understand our struggles. During this time, Suzaku and the child asked the eldest sister... It's just you, it's a safe place..."

Granny Mu took the key and sighed.

"It's fate, it's all fate... Two generations of your Feng family have been hard-working... Even women and children will suffer together..."

On the same day, Granny Mu left the snow-capped mountains and returned to the swamp, where there was a poor man waiting for news.

After Lord Feng and the Ninth Master saw off Granny Mu, they got into the tent and planned for a day. In the evening of the same day, countless heralds centered on the camp and lurked in all directions.

In the vast mountains, there are large and small tribes. Small tribes have only a few dozen people, while large tribes have thousands of people. There is never a shortage of wars in the vast mountains, tribes conquer each other, annex each other, peace has nothing to do with the giants, bravery is the motto of the giants.

Giants are born warriors, and there are no men and women who are young or old, and there are no people who cannot fight or dare not fight.

In the vast mountains, the god of war is the only faith. And the Temple of the God of War in the depths of the vast mountains is the home of their spirits.

However, in the past few years, there have been great changes in the vast mountains, and there are fewer and fewer wars between tribes, and occasional conflicts will be suppressed by everyone.

The reason is very simple, the Creation Gate has been attacking everyone for more than ten years. Under the threat of a common enemy, the contradictions of one's own family are not so important.

On this day, Iron Mane, the patriarch of the War Bear Tribe, was praying in front of the statue of the God of War, while the priests around him were reporting to him the information that had happened in the past few days.

"The lizard tribe has stolen our prey again, and the prey in several traps is gone, and we sent people to negotiate, but they flatly denied it..."

"The Thunder Tiger Tribe seems to be facing the same trouble, and the day before yesterday sent someone to unite us to teach the Poison Lizard Tribe a lesson..."

Ironmane shook his head and said, "The poisonous lizard tribe suffered huge losses in the last battle, and many warriors died. They are also in trouble, so they will steal the prey of the surrounding tribes, so don't pursue it. Send them some jerky..."

The priest bowed his head and wrote the patriarch's order on the bark of the tree, ready to arrange it later.

While the two were talking, a dull voice came from outside the hut, which was the guard reporting to him.

"A warrior who challenges the trials of the god of war, a wise man whose mind is as broad as the sea, and a wind lord who is generous like a relative. Messengers were sent, and countless gifts were brought to the tribe..."

As soon as Ironmane heard it, he knew that Lord Wind had another order.

To say that this Lord Wind really made all the giants admire, he broke into the Temple of War alone, and passed the three trials alone, which convinced everyone.

And the wind lord also has the wisdom that the giants do not have, the Yuma River in the vast mountains has been a moat since ancient times, I don't know how many giants died because of crossing the river, but it only took one year for the wind lord to build a suspension bridge. When did you cross a bridge in the vast mountains?

Not only that, but Lord Feng is also very generous, and he will bring food to any tribe that suffers from disasters. They also brought special weapons and armor to the warriors of the tribe.

How could the people of the northern plains be so clever and make such beautiful and sturdy armor?

What's more, Lord Feng and the Vast Giants also have a common enemy, and that is the Creation Gate.

In the thatched hut with the iron mane, the herald of Lord Wind was drinking with the patriarch. The chest next to him was open, with a huge long knife inside, and a heavy hammer in the other box.

As soon as you look at the size of these weapons, you know that this is tailor-made for giants, and only these vast giants with an average height of two and a half meters are capable of using such heavy weapons.

There were many more of the same chests in the square outside, and countless tribal warriors were surrounding them, their eyes shining.

The iron mane gently stroked the hammer on his knee, and the pattern on it was so exquisite, it was really lovely. Holding the hammer, Iron Mane felt that all the strength in his body had an outlet, and he suddenly rushed out of the grass hut and ran to the square, raising the hammer and slamming it on the stone floor.

At that moment, the white light on the hammer flowed, and when the hammer smashed countless gravel and sparks, a shockwave rushed forward.

More than a dozen tribal giants in front of Iron Mane were knocked to the ground by this shockwave, rubbing their buttocks in pain.

The divine power of the patriarch made the entire tribe rejoice. Everyone howled feverishly, and some even cut their palms and smeared blood on their faces.

Ironmane looked at his people with great pride in his heart.