Apocalyptic Dark Age

Thousands of indentured servants worked in the icy cold night, and every moment someone fell to the ground, beaten to death by the supervising desert warriors and wailed to death. The silent and numb indentured servants continued their work during the day amidst the wailing sounds. Many people But their hearts are no longer as empty as before, their eyes have a bit more sparkle, and when they look at each other, there is also an indescribable meaning in them.

The indentured slaves knew that they built the wall to block the Skyclaw tribe. All the indentured slaves were the former Western Tribe. They knew that the Skyclaw tribe was the former Blackclaw tribe and could push the powerful Wilderness to this point. It means that the deserted people are starting to be afraid.

Their tribes were destroyed by the deserters, their property was robbed, their women and children were taken away, and they were treated as the lowest indentured slaves. No one did not feel resentful, and no one did not want to escape from here and regain their freedom. They would All hopes are placed on the Skyclaw tribe, believing that only the Skyclaw tribe can save them.

That's why the construction of the wall is so slow. It's not that one or two are lazy, but all the indentured slaves are slowing down, waiting for the Skyclaw tribe to rush into the Western Wilderness to rescue them before the wall is built.

But not every indentured slave thinks so. There are always some people who work hard and are good at yielding. Under power, they only think about the present and not the future. It is because of their hard work that they can It can show the lack of hard work of others. With comparison, Huangren's butcher knife finally fell.

One hundred indentured slaves were killed every day, causing all the indentured slaves to hate the thousand who worked the hardest. But those thousand were protected by the deserters and supplemented by meat, making them stronger. , thus causing division among the indentured servants.

It was the same tonight. Many indentured slaves knew that the Deserters had suffered a defeat and that the Skyclaw tribe might rush into the Western Wilderness tomorrow. Their day of freedom was not far away, but the thousand who worked hardest were afraid of the Skyclaw tribe entering. Westfall, because they belong to a group of people who were liquidated, they work harder.

With the leadership of these people, the deserters can arbitrarily hack to death the inactive indentured servants on the roadside, both for deterrence and to vent the terror in their hearts.

Just then, Mantou appeared at the edge of the wall, followed by Haru.

As soon as Mantou appeared, all the killings stopped, and the indentured slaves who did not work hard or cooperated were picked up individually and sent to the wall.

Mantou stood on the wall and stared at Haru. Under Mantou's powerful gaze, Haru's pants, which he had peed once, were soaked again. He knew that his life or death depended on this.

The indentured slaves were escorted on the wall by the desert warriors. Below was a busy construction site, and in the distance was a dark canyon. The night sky on both sides was illuminated by fire, but only the middle was still dark.

"kill……."

In order to save his own life, Haru shouted loudly with a voice that was seriously out of tune, as if he had been castrated. Before his words could be finished, the sword flashed.

Heads flew up in the light of the sword, tumbling down and falling. Headless corpses spraying blood also fell into the middle of the busy indentured slaves below, causing screams and countless indentured slaves escaping from below. Looking up at the wall in horror.

The next moment, several more heads flew up and fell, and corpses gushing blood rolled down.

The corpse rolled over and landed among the rocks and wasteland below. Hot blood flowed out and invaded downwards. Soon, it froze together with the soil and turned into a lump of ice.

The corpses fell like raindrops, and the efficiency of the desert warriors who killed them suddenly increased. One corpse after another continued to pile up below.

When no more corpses fell from above, a pile of corpses seven to eight meters high had been piled below. All the corpses were bleeding rapidly, and then were frozen by the cold air, which also froze the corpses stiff. All this happened in Within a very short period of time.

The lifeless corpse was fixed in the same rigid state as before death under low temperature. Seeing the pile of corpses below, Haru swallowed hard and said to Mantou in a flattering manner:

"This is God protecting Mantou. The method can work, it really can..."

Halfway through the words, Haru started to cry.

"How did you come up with this idea? Aren't you afraid of losing your descendants?"

He looked at the pile of corpses below with satisfaction. If all the thousands of indentured slaves were filled in, it would definitely be possible to build a wall overnight. He couldn't help but said to Haru with ridicule and appreciation.

"I……."

Haru only said one word, and the image of a hundred stripped corpses of indentured slaves frozen together with blood in the cold morning appeared in his mind. Each of the strong butchers could not separate the corpses with a big knife, and finally He had to demand that all indentured slaves must be slaughtered while still alive before they can be put into the pot...

"This is impossible……."

Tianzhao stood on the top of the mountain in high spirits, and when he was about to issue an attack order, his eyes suddenly popped out and he said to himself in surprise.

"So many people died..."

The second elder with small eyes wrapped every inch of his body in thick animal skin. He squinted his eyes and looked at the huge wall in the distance.

"Full of crazy..."

Hongshi put down half of the telescope, his face was livid. The middle section of the wall was made of countless corpses. The corpses were so densely packed that they looked like countless tree trunks without branches cut off. Those branches were the limbs of the corpses, stiff and stiff. And strangely stretched out from the wall,

The cold air froze layers of white frost on the corpse. From a distance, one could only see the general shape of the corpse. But with a telescope, Hong Shi could see many details clearly. The corpse and head were all neatly covered. The corpses were stacked one on top of another like sandbags. In order to prevent attackers from climbing with the help of the corpse’s arms, legs and feet, all the outstretched limbs were cut off under the corpse wall, and the fallen limbs were spread out for hundreds of meters on the ground. , like a hell filled with hands and feet.

"Are we still going to attack?"

After waiting for a long time, Tianzhao didn't wait for him to speak. The second elder couldn't help but carefully approached him and asked. Tianzhao suddenly turned around and glared at him. The second elder was so frightened that he jumped back like an old rabbit, fearing that Tianzhao would kick him. .

"It seems we made the right choice. That thing with its head is even more disgusting than a sand wolf..."

Not far from Tianzhao, Banman turned his head with fear and said to the few evolvers around him. The others were all shocked by the wall of corpses, and even the beautiful sister's fat body trembled slightly.

"Even if you win, what will you get? All the essence of the Western Wilderness is probably embedded in the wall, right?"

One of the patrons spoke in a hoarse voice, as if he had strep throat, speaking with a difficult pain.

Several people present followed Hengduan in the invasion of the Western Wilderness. For them, the purpose of the invasion was to expand the tribe and kidnap the population. Now that the population has been wiped out, what is their purpose of entering the Western Wilderness?