Apocalyptic Dark Age

Sixteen freshly baked desert warriors walked out of the tent in a dignified manner. Each one had bones decorated with white paint, which looked terrifying, while in other places there were some specious and messy pictures.

Except for Gao Feng, who could calmly greet the women and children shouting at them all around, the others had their mouths tightly closed and their heads lowered, as if they were in the presence of God. If you look closely, you may find that the totems on their bodies are far away. There is no sophistication from the warriors of the wilderness. Many of the pictures are twisted and crooked, like children's graffiti. Even the skull paintings are a little out of shape.

The group of people slowly walked towards the outside of the camp. They were about to disappear into darkness. They rushed out happily without moving. A group of patrolling desert warriors suddenly appeared in front of them. They packed up and followed them.

There were only ten people in this team of Huangren warriors. Seeing these people, everyone in Gao Feng was holding fang knives tightly. As long as Gao Feng looked at them, they would rush forward to fight. However, Gao Feng was silent for a few seconds and waved for them to follow. Let Huo Ya and others not understand the reason.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that Gao Feng and the others are different. Each of them carries at least three water bladders, as well as packages containing grain, and even holds two horns in his paws.

However, the group of tribal warriors in front obviously didn't notice their differences, and also led them to patrol along the edge of the tribe with the same thoughtfulness.

The wilderness once again faded into darkness, with only a few spots where flames were still flickering. The original battlefield could no longer be seen on the earth. Gao Feng looked at the battlefield, but the majesty and grandeur of the Black Claw warriors when they set out flashed in his mind. , I don’t know how many people died on that battlefield.

Occasionally, they could hear the sounds of fighting coming from the darkness, both near and far away. They also encountered other desert warriors running towards the place where the shouts of killing were heard, apparently to clear out the remaining tribesmen.

Gao Feng was repeatedly entangled in his mind, should he turn against him or take action or wait? But even he himself didn't know what he was waiting for, but his intuition told him that now was not the time to take action.

Compared to Fengfeng, the people behind them felt relieved. They had not been discovered yet, which made them more confident about Fengfeng. However, they did not know that once it gets dark, the totems on their bodies would be as bright as three thousand watt light bulbs in the dark night. , when that time comes, even Gao Feng is a clawed eagle and cannot escape.

As they were advancing, a roar suddenly came from the dark night ahead. Three bloody tribal warriors came out of nowhere and attacked them. Their crazy look made Huo Ya and others feel frightened. This is no longer brave, this is suicide.

"Do it..." Gao Feng shouted and suddenly chopped down the two people in front of him. He had been aiming for a long time. As he started to take action, the others all moved their hands, because the tribal warrior attracted the attention of the desert warrior. Because of their strength, they did not notice the changes behind them. They waited until Gao Feng chopped down two people again before they became frightened. But it was already too late. They were all soldiers who had been killed from the pile of dead people. Before they could raise the alarm, they started to attack again and again. Those who divide by two will be killed.

The torches that fell on the ground shone on the scattered corpses, which were extremely bloody. The desolate man who was not dead was wailing, and his head was severed with a knife. Ganzi and two other tribal warriors came up in surprise, surprised. He looked at Gaofeng and said hoarsely: "Are you Sanclaw?"

The poles are more familiar with the people in the tribe, and Gao Feng and others don't have scorpion braids like Huang Ren, so they can tell it at a glance, but Huang Ren himself can't.

"Give them water..." Seeing the pole, Gao Feng lost interest immediately. He didn't like this guy, but the pole rushed forward and wanted to grab Gao Feng's arm.

The pole had just reached Gao Feng, and his wrist somehow fell into Gao Feng's hand. Gao Feng suddenly opened his joints, and with a sudden lift of his right hand, he pinned the pole's arm to his back, leaving the pole bent and could only stare. ground.

Huo Ya and others had long been accustomed to it, but the two tribe warriors were surprised. This was the first time they saw Gao Feng take action.

"No, no, no..., I want you to save Black Claw, he is surrounded."

The pole once again felt that his arm was about to break off. Because it was a battlefield, Gao Feng's attack was not serious, which made him break out in cold sweat and grinned as he shouted these words.

Gao Feng threw away the wrist of the pole and said loudly: "No, there were more than a hundred people when we went in. Now there are only so many people left. We have done everything we can, and now we just want to survive."

"Black Claw is gone, and the tribe is gone, do you want to wander in the wilderness?" Zhan Zi waved away the water bag sent by Hua Ya, and shouted hoarsely at the peak, with persistence in his eyes like flames.

"What do you think..." (Yuan Fang: I really don't understand the end of the world, sir) Gao Feng ignored the pole at all. What does it matter to him whether the Black Claw tribe exists or not? He left the choice to everyone behind him.

Everyone behind them was silent at the same time. They were the real wilderness people. They knew what it meant to have the black claws gone, and they also knew what it meant to become a wandering warrior. However, they did not say anything. Gao Feng was determined not to fight anymore. And they have reached their limit.

"I think we have to save him, otherwise... the tribe will be gone, and so will my grandma..."

He opened his mouth and spoke loudly. He was the closest to Gao Feng here, and he was the only one best suited to speak.

"Bang..." Gao Feng's fist hit Huo Ya hard on the cheek, knocking Huo Ya away.

"Your A'da is dead, do you want to die too?" Gao Feng roared angrily. He didn't understand Hua Ya's emotions. They had been maimed. The most important thing now was to rest instead of continuing to fight. Even if What role can they play if they join in?

"I don't have Ada, so I can't live without grandma." He put his elbows on the ground, spat out the blood in his mouth, and roared at the top of the mountain, like a wounded beast.

"Who else wants to go..." Gao Feng felt that he was already worthy of Hua Ya. He didn't want to talk anymore and took a step back feebly.

"I'm sorry Sanzhao. Thank you for saving us. Keep these Cuiye money and you can exchange them for things in other tribes in the future."

A slave stood up and placed the package on his back in front of the peak. He was the first, but not the last. Food, water, and belongings were all placed in a small mountain in front of the peak.

One after another, men who lived and died with Gao Feng stood in front of Gao Feng, and they were willing to exchange their lives for Black Claw's life.

A kind of persistence, a kind of belief, is also a kind of blindness. Let the tribesmen choose their own future path, and Gao Feng's heart is so depressed that it is about to explode. What does this mean? He saved these people, but they betrayed him so quickly?

The anger in Gao Feng's heart was like a suppressed volcano, but he couldn't express it to these people. He had deceived them again and again before, and now, he had no other reason to continue deceiving them. And they don't understand that sometimes well-intentioned deception is more important than truth.

"Three Claws, come with us. If you can take us out, you can take us..." Huo Ya saw the grief and anger on Feng Feng's face and couldn't help but persuade Feng Feng.

"Get out, get out of here. You can die. You can die how you want. It has nothing to do with me. Get out of here..."

Gao Feng kicked the package in front of him away, scattering dozens of green-leaf coins, which jingled to the ground with a sweet crunching sound.

Huo Ya and the pole left, and the others also left with the pole, leaving only Gao Feng standing in the darkness like a lost undead.

"Why don't you go?" Erzhao squatted on the ground and fumbled for the green leaf money. Gao Feng asked a little decadently and bleakly. There were only two of them left here.

"You didn't go too, right? You can't snatch it from me this time." Erzhao didn't raise his head and concentrated on groping the ground. Every time he found one, he hid it in his crotch.

"Do you have a place to go? Aren't you afraid that grandma will be gone?" Gao Feng slowly sat on the ground and asked strangely. There was a faint scream in the distance, but it did not affect his mood of chatting at the moment.

"There is more than just the Black Claw tribe in the wilderness. My grandma is the daughter of the leader of the Edge tribe. There is a large castle behind the Edge tribe called the Castle of Despair. There is a wider world behind the Castle of Despair. Why do I have to stay? wilderness?"

Erzhao stopped groping, looked up at the night sky, and said expectantly.

"Then what do you want these things for?" Gao Feng thought. Maybe he could learn from Two Claws and find a new place to start over. Maybe there would be the tranquility and peace he wanted.

"Money, no matter where you go, you have to have money." Erzhao suddenly thought of this and continued to fumble for Cuiye's money.

"You should stay away, the further away the better. Maybe, your dream will have a chance to be fulfilled..." Gao Feng suddenly picked up the fang knife and turned to leave, but the direction he left was towards the tribe.

"Where are you going? Let's go together. It's safe..." Erzhao was not an idiot. He stood up in a panic and chased Fengfeng with packages of various sizes on his back.

"If you don't follow me, you have half the chance of being safe. If you follow me, you won't be safe at all." Gao Feng said with a sarcastic smile, and then his eyes became firm again. Erzhao's dream is not his dream, his dream is to find his own Memory, so he must use the most direct method to retrieve it on the battlefield. If he misses this opportunity, he may have to be like Erclaw for the rest of his life, running for money in a place where there is no killing.

Gao Feng suddenly realized that he couldn't do anything without his companions, and it was impossible to find a way back to the tribe. Even if he had two claws to lead the way, where would the future path be?

The tribesmen were deceived by him for a reason, and while he was deceiving others, he was also comforting himself in disguise. If he had to escape, he would have been able to escape long ago, but the disgust of failure in his heart made him persist. Stay in the tribe to support the battlefield.

He can convince himself with various reasons, but in fact there is only one real reason. He wants to relive the scenes in his memory and find the truest version of himself.

He couldn’t remember how many people he had killed. The task Black Claw had set for him seemed like a joke at the moment. He was not disgusted with the killing itself, and he had no so-called guilt. Apart from not killing women and children, Anyone who wields a weapon at him can be killed without any pressure.

The killing allowed them to integrate into the battlefield in the shortest time, and they were one step closer to finding themselves. As he walked step by step towards the center of the tribe, the determination in his heart made more pictures and information flash in his mind. , suddenly, he stopped suddenly.

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