Apocalyptic Dark Age

Thousands of clouds as red as blood hang in the sky of the western wilderness. The sun always hides behind the clouds and emits scorching heat. The air on the earth is distorted by the high temperature, like the airflow on a stove. The bright red wall like the sky blocks the The view from the peak.

Slowly retracting his sight, behind the wall is the outside world. He can only look at the wall with the boy who has not become a warrior and fantasize about what is outside. However, the boy in the western wilderness dreams of one day becoming a tribal warrior and going out, while he I want to hide in a small and cramped room to find my true self.

The huge houses made of logs, the walls with their outer layers peeled off to reveal grains of red sand, the sturdy slave girls busy at their doorsteps, and the occasional tribal warriors walking by arrogantly created a vivid picture that made him, an outsider, look at it with a critical eye. Watching everything here.

Walking along the gravel road filled with tribal garbage and animal excrement, he dodged the strange-looking domestic animals that came his way from time to time. He was no longer as surprised as he was a month ago. He nodded indifferently to everyone who greeted him. Maybe it's the same as myself in the dream, I don't want others to notice the fear and confusion in my heart.

A gust of breeze blew from behind, stirring up the hot air around him. Gao Feng immediately avoided the dirty palms and turned around to see a boy about the same size as him, with yellow hair and two missing front teeth. The boy looked ordinary and did not have Gao Feng. The only thing that can make people take a good look at this violent and fierce temperament is that the young man's smart eyes have a bit of vivid vitality, which is different from the numbness and desolation of the wilderness people.

"Three Claws, let's go together. I heard that Kuitu is going to sell the great elder's slave girl... but it's a pity that I don't have a prostitute, otherwise I would definitely choose someone with a big butt..."

As if he was familiar with himself, the young man ignored the indifference of Sanzhao and talked about things that all young people were interested in. Gao Feng never spoke easily as before, to avoid talking too much and making mistakes. Maybe the previous owner of this body was silent. The young man didn't care about the guy talking, but Gao Feng was extremely disgusted with this dirty guy with yellow teeth, and even more disgusted with his topic, the slave girl.

The aesthetic concepts of the wilderness people are different from those of the peak. They like strong women, and the closer they are to bears, they also like them. Only strong women can give birth to healthy boys and survive in the barren land of the western wilderness.

Gao Feng has always believed that if a woman in the wilderness transcends the realm of a bear and reaches the realm of a pig, she must be the dream goddess of all men in the wilderness. Therefore, here, the taller and more muscular a woman is, the higher her value. Fortunately, the three Zhao had never seen his mother since he was a child. Otherwise, Gao Feng wouldn't know how to face his burly mother?

"Big Claw got into Shi Shi's nest yesterday and fucked his most beloved slave girl. Today Shi Shi went to Black Claw to argue. Black Claw gave him twenty baskets of angustifolia noodles. Three Claws, you can try it too. Anyway, you He is the son of Black Claw. Even if he is caught, he still has Black Claw..."

"Hua Ya, shut up, don't mention this to me..." Gao Feng finally couldn't bear it anymore and scolded the young man named Hua Ya. He didn't want to behave differently here, and it didn't mean he accepted that in addition to being strong, A slave girl who doesn't care about her appearance or figure.

Huoya shut up a little aggrievedly. Sanzhao was not like this in the past. Like other teenagers, he secretly went to other people's rooftops to watch alternative battles that could make their blood flow. Many times Gao Feng still pulled him there, asking for Otherwise, he wouldn't be thinking about these things all day long. What happened to Three Claws?

Gao Feng didn't know that his weird behavior aroused Huo Ya's suspicion. At this moment, they had arrived at the martial arts field, a place where followers' combat skills were trained. In front of them, there were already hundreds of teenagers and children of different ages learning, each one with a childish voice. Amidst the shouts, wooden swords and guns were waved in the red dust in the sky.

Gao Feng and Huo Ya did not participate, and went straight into the big house in the martial arts arena. The big house can accommodate hundreds of people kneeling and sitting. It is one of the largest buildings in the tribe. Huge logs support the wide hall. Carved on the logs are elephant figures wielding weapons to fight.

The hall is not refined and elegant. In fact, it is rough and majestic. The old wood is colorful and has the vicissitudes and precipitation accumulated over countless years. There are old gaps and turbid and black stains in many places, proving that this place has also suffered a lot. Baptism of fire.

Huo Ya is a man who talks more than does his hands. He kept talking all the way, either talking about whose slave girl's butt is big or whose breasts are round. It seems that the only things in his mind are women's butts and breasts, but when He walked into the hall where more than a hundred teenagers were sitting, and immediately became solemn and solemn, like a devout believer. He carefully walked to the edge with Gao Feng to find a place to sit down.

Most of them were young men about the same age as Gao Feng and Hua Ya. They sat neatly in the hall without saying a word, like wood carvings. Gao Feng and Hua Ya were also among them. In the tribe, the tribal warriors were uniformly bald. The teenagers, on the other hand, have uniform mid-length hair draped behind their heads. Looking at them, they look like they were cast from the same mold. They are also wearing underpants with bare upper bodies showing their muscles, the same messy shoulder-length hair, and the same solemn expressions.

New teenagers came in one after another. Gao Feng secretly looked at the furnishings in the hall and everyone's expressions. Not to mention the teenagers, there was a circle of tribal warriors standing on the outer edge. Their bulging chests and hearts were different from other warriors. The black paint had a claw pattern printed on it. , just like the name of the tribe, the tribe is called the Black Claw tribe. There is only one person who can really be called the Black Claw. The most powerful warrior in the tribe is also the unique leader, Gao Feng's father, Black Claw.

Black Claw sits high on the leader's throne and squints his eyes like a napping lion. The occasional cold light flashing through the slits of his eyes makes every boy who secretly looks at him bow his head deeply. Adolescence is a rebellious period, and every boy has it. They can laugh at other warriors for their own dreams and arrogance, because they believe that they can become warriors one day, but they dare not underestimate Black Claw, because Black Claw is the unique protector in the tribe.

Unlike others, Gao Feng can look at Black Claw openly, because he is not only the leader, but also his physical father. Black Claw is the only warrior with long hair among the tribal warriors. He does not have to worry about his head being injured and needing to be shaved off. The hair, the long lion-like hair has the same slight curls as Gaofeng, but the handsome face has maturity and vicissitudes that Gaofeng does not have. Gaofeng is like the rejuvenation of Black Claw.

The most frightening thing about the powerful black claws is not the aura he exudes, but his right arm that is very different from ordinary people. It is a deformed arm that looks like an animal claw, and every nail is like a sharp blade with a faint metallic luster. , This is the real reason why Black Claw can become the leader, Black Claw...

When everyone arrived, Black Claw opened his eyes suddenly, and his majestic and sharp eyes slowly swept across the faces of each young man. In this ice-like coldness, each young man couldn't help but tighten his anus, They were almost frightened to death by the eyes that contained majesty and power. Many people even trembled slightly, but no one dared to avoid those majestic eyes. This was the first level of their assessment.

The moment Black Claw's eyes met Gao Feng's, Gao Feng's and San Claw's memories overlapped, returning to San Claw's life and death decision when he was twelve years old. In front of him was the cold and ferocious look of the sand wolf, and Black Claw stood in the pit. On the bed, he looked down at his biological son dueling with the sand wolf with the coldest eyes. His son's trembling made his cold eyes look more disgusting.

The memories overlapped in an instant, and Gao Feng couldn't tell whether it was his own emotions or those of Three Claws. He couldn't help shaking his body, but Black Claws' eyes flashed with subtle disappointment.

"You..., you, and you..., get out!!!"

The roar roared out unquestionably from Black Claw's mouth, like thunder. In the thunder, some people were happy and some were sad. The boy named by him collapsed to the ground, and the statue-like Black Claw warrior standing outside walked away with a long knife. Entering among the teenagers, they grabbed every eliminated teenager by their hair and dragged them out. Those teenagers' faces turned pale, and when some were dragged away again, there were lines of water on the ground underneath them, but they did not dare to cry or beg for mercy. In the Western Wilderness, , tears, cries, begging for mercy, pity and sympathy are useless things.

Gao Feng's face was equally pale. He knew why these people were dragged away. It was because when Black Claw looked at them, he trembled subconsciously out of fear. But the only exception was him. He was also one of the trembling ones, or he was afraid of the monster. Black Claw realizes that he is not Three Claw's true identity, or is afraid that he will fail the test that will be brought to him.

Just when Gao Feng secretly thought that he was lucky, a malicious look was shot at him. He looked up and saw a boy one or two years older looking at him mockingly. The boy had the same medium-length curly hair as him, but his cheeks were as hard as The stone carvings had vague shadows of black claws, and on the stone-stiff cheeks, there were two equal scars, ugly and ferocious.

Seeing the scar, Gao Feng couldn't help but clenched his left hand. There was the same scar in his palm. That boy was his nominal eldest brother, Big Claw. The scar on Big Claw's face was left by the previous Three Claws. Before that, it was The big claw first penetrated the palms of the three claws with bone spurs.

"After the red cloud disappears, set off. The tribes behind the three red clouds are the target of your assessment. Get three heads to become tribal warriors. Big Claw, Two Claw, and Three Claw must get five heads, whether it is my son or my son." If the other attendants fail to achieve their goals, they will be demoted to indentured servants so that they can take care of themselves..."

Black Claw didn't waste any words, and explained the purpose of summoning the teenagers in a few words. The next moment, all the teenagers bowed and saluted at the same time, stood up silently, and walked out of the door one after another.

Gao Feng, who was anxious in his heart, clenched his fists tightly and walked outside in a daze. The only thing he understood in this world was that the black claws would not open up just because he was a three-clawed man, just like the three-clawed ten-clawed man. The two-year-old doesn't have to fight sand wolves just because he is Black Claw's son...

Black Claw sat motionless like a mountain, his cold and indifferent eyes swept across his sons, and finally stayed on the back of Three Claws. Anger could not help but surge in his heart. People with weak hearts are not worthy. Called his son, he really wanted to deprive Sanzhao of his only opportunity for assessment, but then he thought of that elegant and quiet woman, the woman he would hate, regret, and remember all his life.

"No matter what, he is still my son and her son..."

Black Claw closed his eyes again and fell into silence, as motionless as the King of Beasts taking a nap.

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