Apocalyptic Dark Age

"Get ready, get ready..." A hidden call came from not far away. All the slaves and attendants stood up. Only the tribal warriors were still sitting on the ground to rest and drink up all the saved water. His eyes revealed a bloodthirsty glare.

Gao Feng looked up at the sky, only to find that the red clouds had turned into black shadows.

The excitement before the war filled everyone's hearts, but not including Gao Feng. He had been thinking about his ability to refine plants in the team. This ability was different from the mutation of Black Claw. It was more hidden and would not have the sequelae of physical deformity. , although it does not have such intuitive combat effectiveness, it can have a wider access.

The team started to take action, and each attendant was asked to bite a wooden stick. The road on the dark mountain peak was rugged, and many of the attendants were bruised and swollen from the fall, but they did not dare to spit out the stick and could only groan. Tribal warriors and slaves are much calmer than attendants who have never been in battle, at least they will not be injured by falling.

Breathing sounds of different thicknesses echoed in the team of nearly a thousand people, and the sound of clashing swords and guns was particularly clear in the silent night, making the extremely nervous attendants tremble with fear, fearing that the deserted people 1,500 meters away would hear it. .

Gao Feng walked skillfully through the rugged mountain road, but his thoughts were not focused on the common goal of everyone, the Desolate Tribe. He had a question in his mind, why the Desolate Tribe did not have the habit of changing the guard, thus giving the Black Claw Tribe an opportunity to take advantage of. Opportunity?

When the Black Claw tribe marched towards the Wild Man tribe in the dark, the Wild man tribe did not fall into a peaceful slumber as Black Claw thought. Each of the fully armed Wild man warriors stood quietly in the direction close to the Black Claw warriors, holding hands tightly. They were waiting for something with their respective weapons, and behind them, incendiary bombs mixed with straw and grease were already placed on the trebuchets that were launched at any time.

The leader of the desolate people is called the Night Demon. He has an unusual height and build. Standing among the desolate warriors who are 1.7 and 1.8 meters tall, he looks like a giant.

Night Demon is the protector of the Desert Man Tribe. This large tribe of 3,000 people migrated from the depths of the wilderness. In this tribe, Night Demon is the unique king of these 3,000 people. His joy and anger make everyone in the tribe Frightened by it.

Night Demon's height of more than two meters prevents the soldiers around him from getting too close. Compared to other warriors who are as crowded as sardines, Night Demon has a loose space around him, a space that is enough for him to feel authoritative and comfortable. In the dark night, the ugly and rough face of Night Demon was so ferocious that the only guy standing next to him who was not a desolate man couldn't help but swallow dry saliva. For him, just standing next to Night Demon Everybody can feel the pressure.

"They really only have more than 300 official warriors?" Night Demon's deep voice is like the wailing of a night owl, which makes people feel strong horror from the heart. The person he is talking to is the tribe next to him who has no bones on his body. .

"The Black Claw Tribe has only 800 tribal warriors in total. We still have manpower left to defend the nest. We can only dispatch so many men..." Under the huge pressure of Night Demon, this man did not dare to neglect and answered quickly, but he did not expect, Night Demon was not satisfied with his answer and suddenly reached out his hand to grab the man's neck and lift him into the air.

Night Demon's big hands were like claws made of fine steel, clasping his neck so that he couldn't breathe. In the huge suffocation, he kicked and beat his legs repeatedly, making the last struggle before suffocating him to death.

Under the dim light of the fire, the Night Demon showed his obsessed eyes. He stared at the man's desperate eyes, showing a luster of joy. No one likes to control the life and death of others more than him, and no one knows how to appreciate the pain and despair of others better than him. That moment of style.

"Plop..." The Night Demon carefully threw the man to the ground at the moment when he was about to suffocate to death. Before the man could inhale fresh air from his dry lungs, the Night Demon slowly squatted on top of him. In front of him, he said coldly: "I don't need to speculate, it is how much it is, and you can't hide anything. You are just a messenger. If I kill you, there won't be anything over there. Don't treat me as an idiot..."

"Ahem...three hundred and fifty tribal warriors, four hundred personal slaves, and one hundred and twenty attendants. This is all their strength."

The guy who had narrowly escaped death no longer dared to hide anything, and spoke clearly as if he was pouring beans. The Night Demon remained motionless, and the ferocious look in his eyes became even colder. He stood up suddenly and shouted to the soldiers around him: “I will make chalices from their heads, a throne from their bones, and a tent from their skins.”

A roar suddenly resounded through the tribe of Huangren, and the next moment, countless shouts followed.

Hurricane-like shouts resounded throughout the night, shaking the earth. In the next second, more than a dozen scarlet fireballs rose from the Desert Man tribe, dragging dazzling trajectories, hitting the Black Claw tribe like meteors, shattering and scattering into countless pieces. Burning sparks.

Each spark was like a bright torch, clearly illuminating the reality and reality of the tribal warriors. At this time, the tribal warriors had approached within two hundred meters of the barren tribe. The sudden blow made them stunned.

The tribal warriors whose bodies were burning with flames howled like human torches. Looking at these people, Gao Feng's sealed memory valve was suddenly pushed open. In his memory, countless exploding fireballs appeared on the blazing battlefield. It was like a neon light flashing, illuminating the night sky as scarlet as blood, just like the daytime in this world.

Familiar or unfamiliar comrades were tumbling and struggling in the flames. The air waves of the explosion blew the wailing comrades into the air, and then turned into broken limbs and fell down. There was no possibility of putting the bodies together. The rain of bullets was exploding. In the firelight, countless straight light chains formed, hitting his bunker and splashing countless bullet casings...

"Three claws..., run..." A exclamation resounded in Gaofeng's eardrums. Gaofeng looked at the horrified Huya Ya in a daze. The attendants around him had collapsed. In front of and behind them, there were countless torches and shouts. Coming like a torrential rain.

In the burning flames, the tribal warriors who were ignited by the flames howled and roared, rolling out burning fire paths on the ground. Only then did someone discover that the sand under their feet was covered with withered grass covered in grease, and the raging flames were like water. The general spread and surge swallowed up more places, and also exposed all the tribal warriors, slaves, and attendants.

"Run..." The gap-toothed Ah Da rushed up, grabbed Gao Feng's arm, pulled hard, and ran backwards. Gao Feng followed him involuntarily, but turned to look behind him.

The wilderness tribe was as bright as a fire. Burning fireballs rose up into the night sky one after another, rolling in bright trajectories, flying towards this side like meteors, turning around and exploding among the frightened warriors, everywhere. He is a human being who can't tell who is the warrior and who is the slave, let alone where the Black Claw is.

"Failed?" An inexplicable shame echoed in Gao Feng's heart. This shame had nothing to do with the Black Claw tribe or the Deserted Man tribe. It was just a strange emotion in his heart. At this moment, his chaotic memories overlapped with everything in front of him. , the bullet-heavy battlefield also coincides with the western wilderness of thousands of sparks.

"We're done, woo!" There was another exclamation. The defeated soldiers who were looking at their head and tail saw hundreds of murderous skeletons and bones appearing behind them, rushing towards them like ghosts. There were countless stars there. In the midst of Qing's torches, every deserter warrior looked like a ghost crawling out of the grave, making them feel frightened from the bottom of their hearts.

The seemingly childish painting of the tribal warriors was like the last straw that broke the camel's back at this time, causing the morale of the Black Claw tribe to completely collapse.

{Piaotian Literature

www.piaotia.com

Thank you all book friends for your support, your support is our biggest motivation}