Apocalyptic Dark Age

At this time, no one had any doubts in their hearts. They were warriors in the wilderness and knew better about men's fighting. They were only concerned about casualties before. The starting point was that the defensive power was not enough. But when Gao Feng said this, they understood No matter how many desolate people they kill, they cannot kill all the desolate people, and their purpose is just to survive, so it is the best policy not to anger the desolate people as much as possible.

"Stay alive, too many of us have died, and too many children have lost Ada. As long as we can survive, we can give birth to more children and train more warriors. Now, our tribe has the first Tianzhao, he is Xian Feng Jialuo, a strong man that the protectors can never defeat. We have a new protector to join us. He is the elder of the Tianclaw tribe. In the future, we will become stronger and stronger, and other tribes will disappear. From now on, there will only be one tribe in the western wilderness, and that is the Skyclaw tribe. Maybe one day, the entire wilderness will be ours..."

In the end, Gao Feng made a concluding speech. Listening to Gao Feng's declaration, everyone was inexplicably excited. Almost everyone truly recognized all of Gao Feng's decisions at this moment. The second elder was particularly excited. He didn't know that Black Claw had become Tianzhao, if the tribe develops further, his status will also rise...

"Should we..." The previously large team of 3,000 people had shrunk by one-third at this moment, leaving only more than 2,000 people. Half of the more than 2,000 desert warriors were injured, and the rest were also injured after the failure. In the midst of decadence, they were like a group of walking corpses. The desert warriors who were defeated by the peak walked numbly forward carrying their missing mandibles. The people around them hesitated to speak, but their meaning was clear at a glance.

"What do you want? Isn't it embarrassing enough? If they hadn't kept their promise, how many of us would be left? What are the rules of the wilderness, don't you know? They can obviously kill us all easily..."

As he said this, the first moment when the long bow was fired flashed through his mind. The forest-like arrows and the hedgehog-like corpse made his whole body feel chilly.

"Even if the leader is here, he will have nothing to say. They defeated us with wild fighting methods? Why are they not willing to give in? You should be glad that this is not the Fortress of Despair, otherwise you will fight to the death. Go and explain to the leader that they are The tribe should be respected and we should keep our word and never disturb them..."

The wilderness warrior's words were recognized by others, and many people talked about it:

"Yeah, if they hadn't given up, we would have been killed..."

"They did not use terrible weapons. If they had, more people would have died..."

"They defeated us head-on. Eight hundred people defeated three thousand of us. How could they have the dignity to find others to avenge me? I don't want to go back. I owe them my life..."

"You haven't noticed that they don't actually need to come down. They have defensive weapons on the mountain. It's not like you haven't encountered that kind of big crossbow. It's a powerful weapon that can penetrate three people..."

Amidst the chaotic discussion among the people, the guy who made the suggestion before felt his face flush. At this time, the leading Huangren warrior said firmly:

"We can't control other tribes, but our tribe shouldn't be enemies with them. After we go back, let the news of our defeat go out and let other tribes laugh at us, but at least no one will take advantage of it. It’s a tough nut to crack, so it’s a promise fulfilled.”

The decision of the Huangren soldiers had serious consequences, and they would definitely be punished for this defeat, but it also allowed others to draw attention. A tribe with a little more than 2,000 combatants needed more than ten times the combat power and more than five times the casualties to attack. No one wants to suffer this loss in vain.

"Look, many tribesmen are going in that direction. Should we stop them..."

Suddenly someone shouted loudly, pointing in the direction of the Fortress of Despair. There were hundreds of thousands of people fleeing in panic towards the Beilong Canyon. Seeing the deserted people here, they couldn't help but be frightened, as if they were frightened. Scattered away like a swarm of swarms.

These are not all of them. There are countless small black dots running towards them further back. It’s hard to tell how many they are at first glance.

"It seems that tribe is very famous in the southern wilderness. We were defeated unjustly..."

The Huangren warrior chuckled, but did not order to intercept these people. He decided to sell Gao Feng a favor and let himself and his subordinates go...

"Noble warriors don't need lowly insects to cheer them up. Putting the cowards of the tribe into the Fortress of Despair will consume a lot of supplies and food, but it cannot be used as a supplement to combat power. They themselves are exiled sinners. If they are on the battlefield If you rebel, the consequences will be serious, and my decision was not wrong..."

A small debate is taking place in the conference room of the Fortress of Despair. The conference room is full of people. Most of them are tough or cold Gallo. For four small groups.

The representative of the Yuetan family is naturally the clan leader Yi who looks like Gao Feng. Behind him sits Lan Yu, who has a white face and purple lips like a demon, Lan Yu, who is a little bleak, and Wan Nian, who has a cold expression. He looks innocent, but is actually the most indifferent. The moon stirs the sand.

The patriarch of the Washio family is a middle-aged man with a height of only 1.5 meters and a hairless head. Sitting on a chair, his feet can only hang in the air, his hands are folded on his lips in a pretentious manner, but his eyes are always He glanced at Yue Lasha with a bony look. Of course, he would not look at the cheeks. He focused on the delicate collarbones, plump chest, slim waist, and the indentation made by the clothes between the legs.

Behind him sat two men. One was tall and strong, with an equally smooth forehead with an open scar like a cross star. You could almost see the skull. The high brow bone was like a monster's forehead, as if horns were about to grow. But he has horrifying eye sockets. There is nothing in the eye sockets, only two black holes.

The other one looks very normal, at least there are no iconic scars or scary places, but the biggest normality is abnormality. Among so many powerful Jia Luo, he is the only one who looks most like an ordinary person, and even turned around Face, I forgot what he looked like, even if I stared at him before.

"Yi is still too young and takes it for granted. Tens of thousands of people are thrown away at will. Even if they don't do anything, they can fill a passage with corpses to the top of the city. Don't say that they are being collected by the deserters now. Maybe tomorrow They will become the accomplices of the deserted people and wield their swords against us..."

The patriarch of the Washio family showed regret and seemed not to think favorably of young people, which made Yi feel furious. On the other side, the patriarch of the Yinyan family, with white hair and eyebrows and skin as white as snow, also nodded in agreement:

"Yes, letting Yi Shang be responsible for the arrangements before the war is for the sake of the Yuetan family's appointment as the patriarch, and to give the young people a chance. If they can't grasp it, it only means that the young people still need time to hone their skills. Is Mo Ya right? Wrong, Yi is still too young..."

"Shiraishi, what do you mean? When I asked you tribesmen how to solve the problem? You were the one who pushed back and said let me handle it. I wanted to let them in, but who will feed them? I figured it out. You guys have done it since the beginning. Have you dug a hole for me to jump in? No matter what I do, it will be a mistake..."

He smiled with great energy, and the flames in his eyes were like burning lanterns. He looked at several people as if he were glaring at the enemy who killed his father, while the few Jia Luo behind him also had stern faces, glaring at others with a warning.

At this time, the patriarch of the Shadow Family, who was sitting in the corner and had been hidden in the darkness, suddenly raised his head. In the shadow of the hood, his bright eyes flashed past, causing the sarcastic people to stop their expressions at the same time. .

"Yi withdraws from the decision-making, and the matter ends here..." As soon as these words came out, Yi's cheeks turned red, and others looked gloating, but then the man spoke again.

"Yi is in charge of logistics coordination, Mo Ya is in charge of Black Mountain, Bai Shi is in charge of White Mountain, and I am in charge of the city wall. No one is allowed to preserve their strength. If Cuiliu City is breached, it will be destroyed, and your family will also be expelled, so you can know for yourself …….”

After saying that, the patriarch of the Shadow Family stopped talking, and his bright eyes were shrouded in darkness again. Patriarch Yi was still resentful, but Lan Yu behind him pulled him and made him shut up involuntarily, but Huahua Touching his nose, his eyes glanced back and forth at several people, as if he was thinking about something.

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