Apocalyptic Dark Age

"Pa..." Black Claw slapped Big Claw hard on the face, making Big Claw tremble in fear. He covered his face and didn't know what happened, but stared at the calm Er with angry eyes. Elder.

"As a tribal warrior, Kuitu was killed by his attendants. He died well. There are rules in the tribe. The attendants can challenge the tribal warriors. Victory will win everything from the tribal warriors. From today on, Kuitu's property belongs to Sanclaw. Property, no one can object..."

Black Claw did not tell the clues obtained by the second elder, which would involve the infighting among the heirs, but used another rule to explain the matter, which made Gao Feng feel relieved. At least he did not have to fall out with Black Claw now. , you know, the reason why you don't use the pistol is that in the sand and dust, the pistol may get stuck in the sand, which is not a good thing...

"Since Sanzhao has not passed the tribal assessment, the property will be controlled by the tribe and will be distributed after the assessment is over. In order to punish him for killing Kuitu, the assessment task will be doubled. If he cannot complete it, all the property will be confiscated."

After saying that, Black Claw twisted Big Claw's ears and pulled him out of the house while he screamed. The second elder smiled at Gao Feng and turned around and walked out, leaving Gao Feng thinking about the so-called punishment.

The punishment of the tribe is very interesting. Gao Feng defeated Kuitu and should have accepted everything from Kuitu, including the title of warrior. However, he killed Kuitu again, which broke the rules of the tribe, so there was a punishment of doubling the assessment target. This is also the biggest protection that Black Claw can give Gao Feng. According to the rules, in a situation like Gao Feng's, he should be expelled from the tribe, but it is different if there is an assessment. With this bridge, Gao Feng is now double insurance, even if he assessment If he didn't pass, his property would be confiscated at most, but he was still a tribal warrior. No matter whether Black Claw wanted to see him or not, he always had a chance. After all, he was still Black Claw's son.

The building was empty, and only Gao Feng and Xiao Qinu were left in this room full of the smell of blood. Xiao Qinu looked at Gao Feng with wide, pure eyes and said nothing, while Gao Feng stared blankly at Kuitu's body. There were thousands of thoughts in his mind. Kuitu was the first person he killed in this world. Whether it was the decisiveness of the attack or the calmness after the killing, it was not like the first time he killed. It made him wonder, could it be Was he a thug who killed countless people before?

His heart was aroused for a moment, and he couldn't help but kick Kuitu's head hard. The round head rolled out. Gao Feng felt sick in his heart. He turned around and saw the little qinu standing motionless, and he felt even more irritated. If he was a thug, why did he save this little guy?

"Come here..." Gao Feng shouted, his irritable eyes full of ferocity. The little servitor's eyes showed no fear or hesitation. He walked up to Gao Feng like a moving puppet. Gao Feng grabbed the crotch of the little servitor, and then He let go as if it was hot, turned around and walked out unnaturally, without saying anything.

The little Qinu didn't dodge or move. He watched Gao Feng walk out. With a roll of his eyes, he picked up the two fang knives on the ground. He then pulled off Kuitu's only trousers and held them in his hand, following Gao Feng. He chased after him.

Gao Feng felt annoyed. He had just been trying to figure out whether the little contract slave was a boy or a girl. It turned out that the little contract slave was a girl, but he was secretly ashamed. This shame naturally made him forget the original confusion in his heart, as if The pervert who was called a pervert on the bus wanted to run away far away.

As soon as he went out, Gao Feng was stunned. In the room just now, he had forgotten the desperate sandstorm. The sandstorm had passed, but it left indelible trauma to the Black Claw tribe. He saw large tracts of houses collapsed and the streets were filled with debris. The sand more than two meters high is like a new wall. The entire Black Claw tribe is like a forgotten ancient city in the desert. It is full of accumulated sand. Even the wells are submerged by the sand. The surviving tribe warriors are pouring water into the wells. Washing out for sand.

Not only the wells, but the slave girls who climbed out of the roof one by one did not have the intention to look at the peak with lustful eyes. They used their hands and tools to clean the sand in front of the door. Many women had sad expressions on their faces. Their men or children did not. Survive this catastrophe.

Little Qinu stood next to Gao Feng and looked towards a place where her original master's home was, which was later destroyed in a sandstorm. She was the only one who survived in the master's family. In other words, from now on, she has lost His master also lost his unpalatable food source, and he also lost a dung heap to live in.

"How can we survive now that all the dried excrement is gone? There is nothing to make a fire, and we are waiting to freeze to death in the winter..."

"The sand has blown everything away, and I don't know what happened to the Elaeagnus fields outside..."

"It depends on the harvest of the Deserted Man tribe this time. If we can grab something, the winter will not be difficult..."

"Two of my three sons were blown away, and one I don't know if he can become a warrior..."

Walking through the sand-filled streets, the sounds of busy tribesmen talking to themselves or to each other echoed in their ears. They were all worried about the sandstorm. The women were emotional and sad on their faces, and the men They are tough and will not lose control even if they lose their son, but there is a lingering sadness in the depth of their words.

After hearing these words, Gao Feng walked towards his shack expressionlessly like an outsider. The only thing he cared about was whether his shack was safe. The sorrow of the tribesmen has nothing to do with him, and the sorrows of life and death of other people have no intersection with him. From beginning to end, he never regards himself as a member of the tribe. Maybe one day, he will leave forever.

A figure appeared in his eyes. Huo Ya was poking here and there with the broken spear. He was still shouting the name of Sanzhao. Seeing Huo Ya's anxious look, Gao Feng felt warm in his heart. He is the person with whom he has the deepest relationship in this world. Unlike the little covenant slave, the little covenant slave is the product of an accident. He respected his heart and saved the little covenant slave, and the little covenant slave also saved himself when he was about to suffocate.

"Ha, Three Claws, I knew you weren't dead, eh? Isn't this little brat the same one as before? She also survived?"

Huo Ya couldn't hide his thoughts. When he saw Gao Feng safe and sound, he jumped up with joy and rushed to Gao Feng. His mouth was like a machine gun and kept moving. He was a little surprised to see the little qinu holding two fang knives and following behind Gao Feng. , Of course, being jealous of the Fang Knife is also one thing. Gao Feng coughed. He didn't know how to arrange this little girl. She was dirty and couldn't see her appearance clearly. He rolled his eyes and said to Hua Ya:

"Don't you want a woman? I'll give her to you..."

"Don't..., it's not like you don't know what I like? Just give me a fang knife. When I have the horn, I will return it to you. If it doesn't work, I will steal it while Ada is asleep. It’s okay, it’s a big deal…”

The little qinu stood aside, quietly listening to Gao Feng's words of giving her away, but his eyes never changed, as if what Gao Feng said had nothing to do with her. Gao Feng also had a headache when he heard the reason for cutting his teeth. He wanted to tell Huo Ya that he could give the little girl a gift and give him the Fang Knife, but he knew that doing too much would arouse suspicion, so he simply stopped talking and threw a Fang Knife to Huo Ya. The slave smiled and walked away like his own house, leaving Hua Ya stroking the fang knife and couldn't control himself with joy.

The shack was half buried by the sand, but the overall structure was still very solid, and no rocks hit it. Gao Feng breathed a sigh of relief. If this place was gone, his only property in the Black Claw tribe would be gone. He cleared the door After walking into the den, Gao Feng felt a strong sense of fatigue, and the wounds on his body that had been polished by the sand began to hurt. He couldn't help but rush to the bed that was also covered with sand to sleep.

He slept until the next morning. Amidst the sound of people cleaning the sand outside the house, Gao Feng suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the hole in the ceiling in a daze. Last night was the only sleep he had without dreams in the world, which made him slightly a little nervous. Not used to it, it seems that he has become one with the three claws.

Gao Feng lay lazily on the bed, recalling yesterday's danger, and couldn't help but break into a cold sweat, and then felt a burning hunger in his belly.

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