Apocalyptic Dark Age

"No wonder the Jialuo bloodline is so popular. So many people are willing to go bankrupt and give their daughters or women to Jialuo to sleep with, just to give birth to children of the Jialuo bloodline. Once they awaken, they don't have to support them anymore, even if they can't. Establishing a family can at least guarantee your own wealth.”

Like an enlightenment, Huo Yan finally figured it out. It was not the so-called class or the so-called privilege. No one was willing to give their women and daughters to others for enjoyment. They just wanted to survive and ensure that the wealth they had earned through hard work would not be lost. Will be plundered by others.

"In this way, more Gallo appear, and there are more Gallo, and there will always be someone who can grow to a higher level, show off the front, defeat the army, split the mountain, or even collapse the cloud. The stronger the strength, they will have greater power. , more wealth, more children, more children, more Garos..."

Zuo Qingshou was not in the mood to drink the wine anymore and placed it heavily on the table. At this time, another fort was hit, bursting into flames. The Split Mountain Garo on the fort was bounced away like bullets, while dozens of people below the fort The ordinary people waiting to serve were all swept into the flames and their bodies were destroyed.

After being ejected, Rishan Jialuo got up from the ground, cursed and walked towards the center of the camp. He seemed to be completely fine and didn't even bother to take a look at the service staff who were killed by the explosion.

"Have you seen that guy? His name is Huang Wei. He used to be a grassroots Jialuo. He was good-looking. He was spotted by the legitimate daughter of a small family and recruited his son-in-law. He was also talented and became the Xianjun Jialuo. When he became the patriarch of the family After his death, he killed his wife and embezzled the entire family's wealth. He also gave the family's territory to a medium-sized family in exchange for a large amount of supplies and became the Split Mountain Garo.

Now he has earned back the wealth of three small families. The people who were killed in the bombing just now have to give him a lot of obsidian just to give him their women to play with, waiting to give birth to a beautiful girl. The children of Rishan Jia Luo's bloodline, they gave money to fear that Shan Jia Luo would not acknowledge the debt, so they gathered under the fort, waiting to personally deliver the woman to him, but now they are all dead... "

"What did he do to ruin my mood? I'll deal with him sooner or later..."

Poor people must be hateful. If they don't have the backbone to fight, they can only wait to be eaten. Even if they die, they may not have a good reputation.

Zuo Qingshou stopped drinking, but Huo Yan wanted to. What he said just now had already made him dizzy. Under Zuo Qingshou's explanation, the mainstream world was like a snake swallowing its own tail, waiting for nothing to be swallowed, and then What will it look like? What depresses him the most is that he is also a Jialuo, and he is also a part of the collapse of society.

After draining the wine in the glass in one gulp and spitting out the smell, Huo Yan raised his head and stared at Zuo Qingshou seriously and said:

"Everything is an excuse, the family council, freedom and independence, they are all excuses. No wonder the way to advance to the rank of Junjun Jialuo will disappear in the lower-level families. No wonder the medicinal materials and rare items will be monopolized by the big families. It's just that they don't want to increase the number of high-level Jialuo." Luo, that’s why…”

"There is also this war. It was a war fifty years ago. All the surviving families have benefited. A large amount of land, resources, and wealth have been vacated that you can't imagine today. Even a small family has more money than it does now. The medium-sized family is rich. Now there are more Garo, the population is large, and the territory is small. What should we do? If there is a war, more people will die, and the space will be vacant. In the past, there were underground people as opponents, but now the underground people will not come out. , just fight it yourself. After the war, we will continue to live, and the population will grow back. As long as we can survive until then, the family will still grow. What is a more perfect way than fighting? "

With a sneer, Zuo Qingshou said mockingly, but his expression returned to normal, still calm and calm.

"Why is this happening? Isn't Jia Luo the savior of mankind? Why is this happening? So many people died for selfish reasons?"

Huo Yan was hit, and all his pride and self-confidence were subverted. He transformed from a savior into a parasite, which made Huo Yan's outlook on life encounter huge challenges. But in the face of all this, he could not think of any way to stop it. He could only mutter to himself decadently.

Seeing the appearance of his old friend, Zuo Qingshou did not try to persuade him. He sighed and turned to look at the long team carrying corpses. The team was like ants migrating, delivering countless corpses. Many corpses were still dripping with blood. The blood dyed the road red, forming an endless red avenue.

"There is nothing we can do about it. The key is that people today have lost the courage to explore. Hundreds of years ago, mankind was in danger. In order to open up the living space of mankind, Jialuo used his blood to exchange for land. There were battles every day. Casualties, they exchanged their lives for today's prosperity. Compared with the past, the number and strength of human beings today are a hundred times or a thousand times that of before. But they don't want to give up their comfortable life. There are still a lot of people outside. They have the land and resources, but they don’t dare to face the harsh environment, ferocious beasts, and various dangers, and they have already lost their enterprising spirit. "

"Aren't there still treasure hunters? Treasure hunters are pioneers..."

Suddenly thinking of something, Huo Yan swept away his decadence and shouted loudly to Zuo Qingshou, his eyes were very bright, as if he saw hope.

"Treasure hunters exchange their lives for resources. The family can get the resources just as they enjoy the profits. Why would they send their children into the dangerous wilderness? What's more, even if you pay the price, if you want to manage a piece of land, you need to invest more manpower and material resources. This investment It will take ten years, or even decades, to see results. Who is willing to do it? If too much investment is made, the family will be weakened. It's someone else's. It hasn't happened before. Do you think those families are all fools? Only a scattered Jia Luo with no background can be so naive..."

Hearing these words, goosebumps spread out from the flames. There is nothing more sad than death. He felt a suffocating despair. This was a strange situation, but there was no way to break it.

"I thought about it for a long time before I figured out that the predecessors risked their lives to pioneer because they had no way out. No matter whether they were willing or not, they had to earn their way. Now everyone has a family and a territory, even if If you don’t open up, you won’t starve to death or be eaten by wild beasts, not to mention that reducing the number of Garos is not necessarily a good thing, as long as the loss of high-level Garos is not serious..."

"Didn't you say that three Split Mountains have already died?"

Hearing this, Huo Yan felt strange. Split Mountain was a serious high-ranking Jialuo.

Zuo Qingshou smiled mockingly, pointed at Huo Yan's nose and said:

"All the dead are lonely ghosts like you..."

Huo Yan suddenly became speechless. Except for Jieming, who died in the hands of him and Gao Feng, it seemed that the other two were Rishan Jia Luo without any background. However, all Ri Shan Jia Luo who came from a big family system had no damage at all, even those who went to the battlefield. Very few.

"Okay, I just want to let you understand that some things should not be taken too seriously. You and I are both chess pieces. This is a dead game. The only thing we have to do is to survive until the end. It will be yours when the time comes. Not only will it not be less, but it will be more. Before that, you should be more honest..."

After saying that, Zuo Qingshou stood up and walked away with his hands behind his back. The flashes in the sky did not stop for a moment, interweaving a strange light. One of them suddenly crossed the sky and fell straight towards the fort where Huo Yan was. Holding the wine glass as if he hadn't noticed, Zuo Qingshou suddenly turned around, stretched out his sapphire-like left hand, and drew red light into his hand. The huge light was like a violent beast, sending out strong fluctuations, covering Zuo Qingshou's upper body in the distance. The Garos screamed in surprise when they saw it. With this level of attack, even if Rishanjiero was hit, he would be dead.

"Not bad, I can exchange it for wine money..."

The light flashed past, and bright red energy crystals floated on Qingyu's left hand. Seeing the egg-sized energy crystal, Zuo Qingshou nodded with satisfaction and continued to go in the direction he just walked.

"This guy, this guy... turned out to be half-step Bengyun..."

Seeing Zuo Qing's handsome look, Huo Yan felt all kinds of envy, jealousy and hatred in his heart.

"Well, now that I know, there is no need to fight to the death. Let's find a place to relax..."

Zuo Qingshou left, Huo Yan stood up and kicked the table in front of him, sighed sadly, turned around and walked in the other direction.