Apocalyptic Dark Age

During the three days of marching, Gao Feng kept thinking about a question: Why does the world lack a lot of basic knowledge? In the tribe, he found the pistol, and even saw the steel seal inscription on the gun, but he did not find the existence of writing in the tribe. In the memory of Three Claws, he also found no record of writing, but from the reaction of Black Claw, Look, the words do exist.

But why did Black Claw say those things? For him to never show it? Are there any taboos in it? Gao Feng, who was bowing his head and thinking hard, was suddenly kicked on the butt by a big foot and fell to the ground. Before he could scream, he saw the people around him lying on their stomachs, and they were in a building three meters above sea level. On a hill of more than 100 meters.

The thick smell of blood filled Gao Feng's nose. At this moment, the killing part of his soul awakened. He immediately found the source of the smell of blood, but found two headless corpses behind a pile of corpses not far away. The pile of stones around you is man-made. As long as you apply gentle force, the pile of stones will roll down. It may not be too lethal, but the movement will definitely not be small. It is suitable for an alarm system.

But what caught Gao Feng's attention was not the pile of stones, but the two corpses. The heads had been taken away as a sign of merit, the weapons had also been taken away, and even the coverings on their bodies had been stripped away, but the decorative items were still there.

The warriors of the Black Claw tribe respect scars. The more scars they have, the more respected they are. However, there is an unquestionable hierarchy in the depiction of marks. Only the most elite Black Claw warriors will draw the Black Claw totem on their hearts to indicate their identity.

Every inch of skin on the corpse is covered with various rough tattoos. These tattoos are all related to blood and death, and are surprisingly evil. The largest tattoo on the corpse is white, a complete white skeleton according to the shape of the human body. The distribution of bones is painted on the surface of the corpse, and at first glance it seems as if the bones are floating out.

What surprised Gao Feng about these two corpses with horrific totems was not just the decoration on their skins, but the bone necklaces stained red with blood on their broken necks. A ring of fragmentary spinal bones was separated and sprung up again. , one of them hangs a skeleton the size of a fist, and the other hangs two white bones in the palm of his hand.

If the monkey bones are excluded, then there is only one possibility left. The bones on the corpse were taken from the bones of a baby. Perhaps the immature owner of the bones had entered the belly of the wilderness people as food.

Thinking of this, an unprecedented palpitation came to my mind.

Gao Feng does not think he is a noble person. There is a saying in his memory that nobility is the epitaph of the noble, and despicability is the passport of the despicable. Therefore, he turned a blind eye to the slaves of the Black Claw tribe who were enslaved by others. He did not want to do anything for the sake of human beings. Free and free to go and hit the stone with an egg.

But at this moment, inexplicable anger arose in his heart, but except for Gao Feng, everyone else seemed to be accustomed to it, and even Hua Ya didn't even take a second look.

At the foot of the mountain is the gathering place of the Desolate tribe. There is no sand wall for defense. There are only simple fences protecting the corners. Some strong Desolate warriors with white bones all over their bodies are patrolling. Black Claw stands on the mountain peak and looks down. The blades were constantly rubbing against each other. Regardless of whether the Desert Tribe had offended the Black Claw Tribe or not, they had to attack, otherwise this winter would be very difficult.

Gao Feng and all his attendants were driven to the foot of the mountain to stay there. They could not move until dark. After three days of marching, their water bags were dried up. Many people had dry skin on the corners of their mouths, like Exploded bark.

There was a weed belt at the foot of the mountain. Here, Gao Feng saw a lot of healing grass leaves and arborescens flowers. Without thinking much, he collected all the arborescens flowers and grass leaves, hid in a corner and slowly refined them. Kill the boring waiting time.

Hua Ya chewed the roots of grass in boredom, squatting aside and watching Gao Feng busy. His biggest characteristic was that he didn't care about anything, so Gao Feng didn't avoid him no matter what.

The red sand had cleaned under Gao Feng's bed, and the mineral water bottle covered with mud had also been washed clean. Gao Feng concentrated on pouring the purified healing medicine drop by drop into the bottle, and waited for him to pour out the hundreds of herbs in his hand. After refining, there was half a bottle of green juice in the bottle, exuding a slight smell of mint.

"Hua Ya, what is your dream?" Gao Feng tightened the lid tightly and asked in passing.

Hua Ya stared blankly at his dark toes exposed outside the straw sandals. When he heard Gao Feng's question, he subconsciously shrank back, as if he was being asked the most embarrassing question.

"Become a warrior..." Huo Ya didn't even think about it.

"What happens after you become a warrior?" Gao Feng asked subconsciously, picked up a bottle carved from wood, and began to refine the wood rose flower. Even he himself didn't know why he was refining it.

"By becoming a warrior, I can raise slaves and marry women..." Huoya thought of something. The big yellow teeth were cracked and missing, and he smiled obscenely and stealthily, like a fox about to steal a chicken.

"Is this your dream?" Gao Feng stopped and looked at Huya Ya in surprise. This is really not a dream.

"Of course not. Marrying a woman is not for enjoyment, but for keeping a wife. There are three things that a wilderness person must do in his life. Plant a land of Elaeagnus, become a tribal warrior, and raise a child..."

It was so ridiculous for the underage Hua Ya to swear that he wanted to have a child, but in Gao Feng's eyes it was not ridiculous at all. There was a solemn solemnity on Hua Ya's face.

"After giving birth to a child, let him become a tribal warrior, and then let him have children?" Gao Feng asked subconsciously. Huaya lowered his head, scraped the fang knife with his fingers, nodded with a rustling noise and said: "I'm Ada, Ada This is how most people live, I will do the same, and my son will do the same..."

"Don't you want to go out and see the outside world?" Gao Feng hates the fact that iron cannot become steel. He has had enough of being alone and needs a companion to accompany him. Even though he looks down on Huo Ya, he still wants Huo Ya to be with him. An idea.

"When you go to the outside world, you don't have to find a woman to have children?" Huoya asked a little strangely. Fengfeng didn't know how to answer. He couldn't help but look up at the bright red sky: "Isn't the sky outside red?" ' Gao Feng thought so.

"Can't you broaden your horizons? Only by standing higher can you see further..." Gao Feng weakly persuaded him. He didn't know whether he was persuading Huya or himself.

"No matter how far you look, you still have to find a woman to have children?" Huoya stretched his neck and looked into the distance, only to see more sand and barrenness, and then focused on his fang knife.

Gao Feng stopped talking. No matter what he said, Huya could always answer with women and children. It was like a man arguing with an idiot. The idiot could always drive people crazy with the simplest answers.

Time passed in silence. Gao Feng felt extremely depressed about the Black Claw tribe and the lifestyle in the western wilderness. There was always a cry in his heart that life should not be like this. God brought him to this world for more than just a species. Elaeagnus angustifolia, for raising children.

Confidence is a very strange thing. Sometimes, he is fearless and wants to poke a hole in the sky. But once he is hit, he is like a bucket with a leaky hole, constantly falling. After the black claws hit him, he keeps falling. Failure to recover made him worry about his future again.

Because of worries, Gao Feng let go of his pride and asked Huo Ya for help, but Huo Ya had different ideas from his, so he did not have the courage to speak his mind.

"How long until it gets dark?" Gao Feng twisted his body uncomfortably, scratching the dry scar behind him with both hands. He felt the itching and discomfort caused by the scar.

"It should be soon... I don't know if I will die. Sanzhao will not die, right? Even Kuitu died in your hands." Huo Ya was a little restless, and the bright red sky gradually turned dark, which meant that they were about to die. The first death battle in life began, and most of the attendants were uneasy, but the slaves of the warriors were somewhat eager to try with simple weapons.

"Help me scratch it." Gao Feng couldn't bear it anymore and pulled off his cloak, revealing a large black sesame-like frosted scar on his back. This was the scar after the skin was healed from being abraded in the sand five days ago. He was used to scars and didn't care about them, but he couldn't deal with the scars on Gao Feng's body.

Large swaths of black gauze covered almost all the skin behind Gao Feng, including his neck, back, arms, and waist. Almost all of them were scars. It was hard to believe that Gao Feng could still kill Kuitu after receiving such serious injuries. Challenge pole.

"Hurry..." Gao Feng turned around suddenly and shouted loudly, causing Hua Ya to tremble. He quickly stepped forward and pressed Gao Feng's back with his dirty fingernails, and saw layers of black scars like Like falling snow, it flew down from Feng Feng's body. Feng Feng's brows relaxed, and the stinging pain behind him was better than the numbness and itching.

"Three Claws..., what kind of medicine did you use? Why did you get better so quickly? It's only been five days, right?" Huaya screamed strangely, and Gao Feng was stunned. He thought he would be detained and his back was covered with blood, but instead Unexpectedly, Hua Ya was surprised.

He pressed his hands on his arms. After the peeling scars, there were large swaths of bright red muscle and white dead skin, but no blood flowed out. Gao Feng couldn't help but take a breath. What he extracted seemed too powerful, right?

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