Apocalyptic Dark Age

Black Claw panted heavily as he kept fighting the swarming barren warriors. Around him, the few dozen remaining tribal warriors were being chopped down every moment.

I don’t know how long the battle lasted, an hour? Or two hours?

The long battle left every tribal warrior scarred and exhausted.

Night Demon stood not far from the battlefield, looking at the dying Black Claw with a sneer on his face.

Countless Desolate warriors fell at Black Claw's feet, but he could never clear out the endless stream of Desolate warriors. Night Demon made up his mind to use the Desolate warriors to consume Black Claw's physical strength.

While Black Claw was fighting, his eyes were always staring in the direction of Night Demon. His blood-red eyes were filled with anger because he saw a person who shouldn't be here, the second elder of the Earth Armed Tribe.

Once a year, the thirteen tribes will travel with each other to exchange resources, exchange information, and even exchange slaves. Black Claw has long known this guy named Armadillo, a guy who is not very courageous, but has a lot of ideas.

The second elder of the Earth Armed Tribe appeared next to Night Demon. It was obvious that he was behind the ambush on his tribe. All of this was the conspiracy of the Earth Armed Tribe. No wonder his scouts were so easily known as ghosts. He found this tribe of deserters in the wild. No wonder the number of deserters here was more than three times what he knew.

"All the supplies of the Black Claw tribe belong to me, including women, food, and slaves." Night Demon said proudly to the armadillo beside him.

There was a hint of sarcasm on the face of the second elder Huanmao, but he showed a flattering expression. He wanted to lower his head to his crotch and said respectfully to the night demon: "It's all yours. It has been agreed a long time ago. We will not object." , Besides, no one dares to take action against you, you are the one who kills Black Claw."

"Hahaha, this is a good saying. If you kill Black Claw, I will be the Xianfeng Garo. In the future, I will also become the Xianjun Garo. The title of Sanguo Garo cannot satisfy me."

Night Demon was even happier, seeming to have forgotten that Black Claw was not dead, and even if he was dead, it was not the Pius Gallo he killed one on one.

"Yes, everything is yours, but the water source and the Elaeagnus field of the Black Claw tribe are ours..." Riding on the joy of Night Demon, Armadillo finally made the request he made before.

"Hahaha, you said it yourself, everything is mine, including the water source, the Elaeagnus field, and the Black Claw tribe. I can't wait to think of the Black Claw woman under me... "

Night Demon did not agree. The coldness in his eyes was not only directed at Black Claw, but also at Armadillo. He did not expect that a must-win ambush battle would cause such huge losses. In total, his tribe was destroyed by three points. One, he lost nearly two-thirds of the desert warriors, as well as the women and children killed in the wilderness and the scattered livestock, all of which made him furious.

"But...but we agreed before..." Huanmao suddenly broke into a cold sweat and quickly brought up the previous agreement.

Night Demon suddenly turned around, grabbed Armadillo's neck as before, brought his frightened and twisted cheek in front of him, stared into Armadillo's eyes, and said word by word: "I regretted it, you didn't Tell me it will cost me so much.”

After saying that, he slapped Armadulo on the ground hard, causing Armadulo to spit out a mouthful of blood, and looked at the giant night devil in despair.

"Go back and tell Di Hu that if you want to take away the water source and the Elaeagnus fields, you have to give me five hundred slaves and a thousand baskets of Elaeagnus noodles, otherwise..., hum..."

"But we gave you five hundred green leaf money. It is green leaf money that can be exchanged for elixirs in the Castle of Despair..." The value of the five hundred green leaf money is far beyond Gao Feng's imagination. It was a terrifying huge amount of money, but they didn't expect Night Demon to be so shameless and make their plan go to waste.

"Not enough, far from enough..., I want more..." Night Demon is not a reasonable person. His reason lies in his fists. In his gangster-like declaration, his armhairs were ashen. He didn't know that If he goes back, will the beasts tear him apart?

Just as Night Stalker and Armadillo were entangled, Pole, with his hollow teeth, disguised as a deserter warrior, approached Black Claw. The corpse in front had blocked the passage. They stood in the blood and looked at Black Claw anxiously.

There is only one sharp blade left in Black Claw, but under this sharp blade, no desert warrior can block the fatal blow. Even though Black Claw's body is also covered with wounds, he still insists on being unyielding.

The three tribal warriors such as Zhanzi had hair, so they could not disguise themselves as desert warriors. Under the pretense of pursuit by Huo Ya and others, they rushed into the battlefield and were instantly killed by the desert warriors who were afraid of the Black Claw and scattered around. .

Ganzi only has Black Claw in his eyes and the Black Claw tribe in his heart. People like him should not have this awareness, but in the wilderness, after hundreds of years of suffering, all wilderness people have an inertial spirit of choice. Between choices, even a selfish guy like Zhuangzi will pay something unimaginable.

The pole yelled and slashed at the fang knife crazily, like a mad tiger. After adding more than ten bloody wounds on his body, he finally rushed to Black Claw. Of the three people who came in, he was the only one left. , Black Claw suddenly turned around, flying away the enemies around the pole, and shouted loudly: "What are you doing in here?"

"Black Claw, I die, you live..."

The pole didn't say much, roared loudly, and opened the way for Black Claw. The next moment, the fourteen Desert warriors suddenly turned against each other, slashing wildly at the surrounding Desert warriors, causing chaos among the Desert warriors.

"Is it Huo Ya?" Black Claw had some influence on Huo Ya. He had previously considered killing Huo Ya to hide the secret of the summit text.

"Run out, live, and leave fire for the tribe..."

The pole howled miserably, threw away the fang knife, no longer defended, opened his chest to face the forest of weapons, and used his chest to block these weapons for the black claws.

"Kill..." Just when Zhanzi was about to die, a bloody desolate warrior turned back again and fought back at the surrounding desolate warriors, but Zhanzi recognized that it was not Gaofeng, and then the desolate warrior suddenly withdrew. The human skin with hair on the face fell off, revealing the smooth head and roaring loudly.

"Blind pockmark..." Zhuangzi recognized the guy at a glance. He was a one-eyed tribal warrior. Unexpectedly, he was wearing the human skin of a desert warrior.

"Three Claws asked me to come." Blind Mazi told everything briefly. The next moment, his bald head was smashed open by a huge animal leg bone.

"Kill..." There was another cry, and another desert warrior turned against him. His body was also covered in blood, but he didn't know who was under the skin.

"Send Black Claw home..." Another voice roared from the battlefield, but it was the only dozen tribal warriors left. Amidst their slogans, the frightened Desert warriors fell one after another.

"Get out of the way, get out of my way." The moment the battlefield changed, Night Demon rushed into the battlefield, grabbed the deserter warriors blocking him and threw them away.

Gao Feng has been holding back, and unlike the other desolate warriors around him who are suspicious of each other, his eyes are always fixed on the black claws in the center, waving the fang knife and making weird shouts. There is no other guy who is more like a desolate warrior than him. , so the Huangren warriors around him all aimed their gazes at their comrades, whose eyes were flashing and uncertain, always ready to guard against weapons suddenly coming at them.

When Night Demon appeared on the battlefield, Gao Feng's eyes had locked Night Demon.

Facing the Night Demon, Gao Feng's heartbeat instantly accelerated by a hundred, like a rocket, rushing upwards. His throat, which had just drank water before, became dry. The Night Demon is a more powerful protector than Black Claw. He can win. What? Can you give Hua Ya or Zang Zi a chance of life and death?

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