Apocalyptic Dark Age

"Huaya, hurry up, it won't be night long..." Tianshui Well, the pole shouted loudly to Huaya who was grinding in the distance. The red clouds had turned black and night was coming. The slaves and slaves were busy on the hillside. Women are packing their things.

Huoya waved his hand to the pole from a distance, but did not reply, which made the pole couldn't help but get angry. Every time he was suppressed by the peak, Huoya became a little disobedient and jumped up and down with the fang knife all day long. Sex, I really want to teach him a lesson.

The pole with his face wrapped in linen ran to Hua Ya out of breath. Before he could curse, he saw Huo Ya looking into the distance and waving to the pole...

The place where Huo Ya is located is the highest place on the mountain peaks around Tianshui Well, with an altitude of at least 300 meters. You can see far away. Looking along the pole from where Huo Ya is observing, you can't help but take a breath of cold air.

The distant horizon is constantly being swallowed up by darkness. Under the obscure sky, the sky and the earth are connected, but on that vast land, unnatural shadows are constantly moving. The last shadows that appear in the light are like waves sweeping over the earth.

"Uncle Zhanzi, what is that?" Huoya looked at the shadow with some uncertainty. He didn't know if it was the change in light or something else, but it always made him feel a strong uneasiness.

"I don't know..." Zhanzi replied muffledly and took a few steps forward to see more clearly, but his sight was damaged in the battle and he couldn't see clearly what was over there. thing.

Huoya scratched his head and opened his mouth as if in deep thought, but in his heart he disdained the pole. If the peak was here, he must know what was over there.

When they were unsure about paying attention, Zhan Zhi keenly noticed that the shadows dozens of kilometers away gradually stopped, and then the area was shrouded in dark night.

"No..." Suddenly, Zhanzi's face became ugly, and then Huaya's face also became ugly. In that darkness, little by little flames kept burning, and before long, hundreds of fires The piles twinkled across the earth like stars.

Huoya had never seen stars in the night sky, but he had seen bonfires at night, so he knew immediately what the dark clouds were.

"How many people are here?" He asked in a nagging voice. Zhizhi didn't answer. He was estimating the number of fire points. A pile of bonfires is enough for twenty people to bake food and keep warm in the wild, and the bonfire over there is just Xiaohe first appeared, and more bonfires were blocked by the nearby mountains. If they wanted to see clearly, they had to go to another mountain.

"At least more than the Desert Man tribe..." Zhuang Zi speculated based on the known campfires, and then he was frightened. There were nearly three thousand people in the Desert Man tribe. In other words, there were at least a thousand Desert warriors there. .

"Then..., then who are they?" Huo Ya couldn't help but swallowed his saliva and asked stutteringly. Zhan Zi shook his head directly: "I don't know, there are so many people, I'm afraid..."

I'm afraid what he said was definitely not good news. From the looks of it, it was in the direction of the destroyed Desolate tribe.

"Then leave them alone, as long as they don't mess with us, the Tianshui incident can't be exposed..." Huo Ya cares most about his own interests, which made Zhuang Zi frown. He is not like Hua Ya. For mentally retarded children, the appearance of such a large tribe is not good news. No matter which direction it comes from, it may cause a devastating blow to the severely damaged Black Claw tribe.

"No..., we can't let our slaves light fires..." Suddenly thought of something, Zhan Zhi turned to look at the residence down the mountain. Piles of bonfires had been lit, which made him jump anxiously, and he was about to go down. He rushed towards him, but was held back by Hua Ya.

"Haha, Uncle Zhanzi, are you confused? We can see them because we are on the mountain and they can't see us. Don't worry about them. Let's go eat barbecue. I secretly left some Shazao wine for you. I guarantee you will like it. …….”

The carefree Hua Ya realized that the matter had nothing to do with him, so he stopped caring. He bent his fingers with the pole and hit Hua Ya on the forehead hard, making him grin and scream.

"You know what the hell, if you light a fire at night, it won't light up your head?"

The pole impatiently taught Huoya a lesson, then he raised his feet and ran down the mountain. Because he was anxious, he almost fell down. Huoya looked up at the night sky, opened his mouth, and after a while he muttered: "No, Isn’t this good?”

When Hua Ya leisurely descended to the bottom of the mountain, he saw hundreds of women, children, and slaves gathered together by the pole, but he didn't know what the pole was doing.

"You all know, right? It's Sanzhao's ability that you can survive. He didn't have to worry about you. He could go back to find water in peace, but you would have to die of thirst..."

Hua Ya couldn't see clearly in the darkness, but the sternness in his voice was as cold as a blade, making everyone present feel uneasy. Hua Ya wanted to speak, but found that it didn't seem to be any of his business, so he kept silent. Word.

"Three Claws fought tooth and nail to save you. Your lives belong to Three Claws. Three Claws killed the terrifying Death God and is the most powerful person in the wilderness. You took advantage of him by following him..."

Huo Ya touched his chin and listened to the roar of the pole, still confused. At this moment, the pole's voice changed and it was related to the tribe of deserters.

"Tell me, why did your former tribe migrate? Why did they leave their own land and come to us..."

This sentence made Huo Ya feel shocked, and he immediately became horrified. At this moment, he understood the connection between those people and the Desert Man tribe. Obviously, the Desert Man tribe did not migrate in a single direction. The Desert Man who occupied the central wilderness and the northern wilderness had always been Excluding other tribes, if the Black Claw tribe and the surrounding tribes still have a little bit of civilization, then the Barren tribe is a savage among savages, which is a disaster for any tribe.

Zhuangzi's words caused a commotion below. They did not expect that Zhanzi would ask them these topics, and they were immediately speechless.

"Do you still want to hide it? The Three Claws who killed the terrifying Death God already knew there was a problem, so they asked me to ask what your conspiracy is..."

The pole roared loudly, making Huoya excited. He jumped in with his fang knife and shouted: "Say, tell me or not, I chopped him up..."

The double pressure of the pole and the gaping teeth made some children cry, and then the pro-slaves also commotion, but they did not resist, but were whispering and discussing something. For a long time, when the pole's patience was about to run out, a pro-slave The slave stood up and knelt down in front of the pole.

"The north suffered a great disaster. Many savages came from further north and attacked the wilderness tribes everywhere. They were all green-faced and tall with fangs. Many of them were invulnerable. Even the protectors could not stop them. Many tribes were eaten clean by them. If you can't stop it, just go to..."

In the narration of the pro-slave, Zhuangzi finally understood the changes in the wilderness, and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. If the north can't stop it, wouldn't the south and west be in danger?

"Uncle Ganzi, what did he say about savages? Is there such a person? Even the protector can't stop him?" The protector treats Huaya like a god in the sky, invincible. Although he is surprised, he is also a little frightened. Thousands of people A large tribe of people are all running away, what should they do if they encounter him?

"How many tribes migrated..." Zhanzi didn't think about those green-faced and fanged savages. He only cared about how many people could block the earth.

"The deserters in the central part fought several battles with the deserters in the north, and many protectors died. The entire central part decided to give up to the north to other places, including the east, south, and west. We were the first tribe to go to the west. …….”

In the story of the pro-slave, the pole is a bit sour. The entire central region is one of the most extensive areas of the wilderness, second only to the north. The largest area after that is the east, while the south ranks behind the west. There are thirteen in the west. This tribe has reached its limit. If so many deserters are squeezed in, there may be no way for them to survive.

"How many tribes are there?" Huo Ya suddenly interrupted, staring at his slave with a burning gaze, but he saw his slave counting on his fingers for a long time, and then lowering his head to count his toes. After a while, he raised his head and said, "Compared to me. There are so many toes and fingers combined..."

Huo Ya was speechless because he had the urge to count his fingers, but Zhuang Zi knew better and nodded and said:

"How many tribes do you know that migrated to the west?"

This time the pro-slave reacted quickly and said quickly: "The Manshan tribe has three tribes, the Luoya tribe has four tribes, and the Hengduan tribe has seven tribes. Including our Night Demon tribe, there are fifteen tribes in total. …”

"How many people will that be?" Huoya couldn't figure it out, and Zhanzi frowned. The practice of the wilderness tribes is that unless the most fertile land can support more people, the population is limited to around three thousand, just like Black Claw and Earth Armadillo. The tribes are the same, but among the tribes around Black Claw, there are also large tribes with tens of thousands of people. In other words, the migration team this time may exceed 50,000 people.

"Huoya, we are in trouble..." Zhuangzi didn't ask any more questions. He turned to Huoya and said directly. Huoya blinked and looked at Zangzhi for a while before saying, "Can't we win?"

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