Apocalyptic Dark Age

It is because of them that the Sky Claw tribe can quickly form a new army. These elite warriors who crawled out from the dead have become the lowest officers in the team. It is because of them that the combat effectiveness of the elite warriors is guaranteed. Like now, even when facing several times the number of desert warriors, the attacking party is still an elite warrior.

The more cruel and bloody it is, the higher the morale of the elite warriors becomes. They are different from the warriors of other tribes in the wilderness. They have all seen the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The people who come down from the mountains of corpses are crazy and have hair all over their heads. The tribe succeeded in detonating their madness.

As for Wenman and other protectors, they saw with their own eyes that a group of three people fought a fierce battle with dozens of deserters. Only the last person was killed and did not retreat. Instead, they launched a crazy counterattack against the deserters. After killing several people in a row, they were killed by a few Huang Ren retreated to the ground and tried to capture him alive, but he was grabbed and bitten by him, and in the end he had no choice but to kill him.

This kind of madness is not just one or two, but all the elite warriors are like this. Banman doesn't know what the Skyclaw tribe has given them to make them so willing to sacrifice their lives.

“My head is so full that I can’t hold it anymore, what should we do?”

As a bystander knows, the battle that took place on another mountain top made everyone on this mountain top frightened. It was precisely because they had no intention of killing Man Tou, so they were unwilling to put it on themselves. Fighting against elite warriors who are like madmen.

"Heng Dao, Luo Ye, Ghost Rat, Fire Dragon, Sui Ying, and Sister Mei's brother, Fat Chang, are already dead. How many more of us will die?"

When I said each name one by one, no one present felt relieved. They were all protectors who entered the western wilderness together, and they were all leaders of a tribe. They died for nothing worthless. How could they not feel sad in their hearts? The mentality of being sad when a rabbit dies and a fox dies?

"We can't continue like this. They may attack us tomorrow..., think of a way..."

Some people couldn't help but feel anxious and agitated, while others looked towards Heman, who looked left and right, and said hesitantly:

"What can I do? Why not attack us tomorrow? Let's see the situation first..."

At this glance, I saw that when it was dark, the hilltop had become a meat grinder. Mantou would not give up his position easily to others. He continuously sent teams to support the hilltop. The position of several hundred meters changed hands dozens of times, and the piled up Corpses have covered the position and built a hill, and countless people are fighting on the corpse hill.

The blood flowed down the hillside, melting the accumulated fallen snow along the way, turning the hard soil into pulpy and soft, like a mud swamp. Many people were injured and fell to the ground unable to stand up, and were suffocated to death by the mud and water. .

When night came, the elite warriors who had suffered heavy casualties retreated without hesitation, taking away not only all the wounded, but also most of their own corpses. Naturally, the desert warriors had no energy to pursue them and sat down. The corpse suddenly looked like a dream. Don't you believe that this cruel fight is over?

Kanzi's body was covered in blood, and he was holding a samurai steel sword full of gaps in his hand. This was a sophisticated weapon produced by the Huang Jian tribe from the Fortress of Despair. It had become scrap metal in today's fight with the elite warriors.

Holding a notched steel knife, Kanzi looked sadly at the corpses on the ground. Most of the corpses were warriors of the Huangjian tribe.

It was said that Man Tou defended the area, but in fact all the guards were warriors of the Huang Jian tribe. That day, he took some tribe members with Man Tou into the western wilderness, and in the blink of an eye, Man Tou was tied to a chariot.

Originally the tribe was split into three parts, one for the Tianzhao tribe, one for the full head, and one for Kanzi, but no one thought that things would turn out like this. Huang who was divided into the Tianzhao tribe The Jie tribe was almost extinct due to their rebellion and strangulation war with Beilong Canyon.

Mantou ignored the division of peaks and forcibly annexed the Huangjian warriors in Kanzi. Now they have to fight a decisive battle with the Tianzhao tribe. If this decisive battle continues for three more days, the Huangjian tribe will really be extinct.

"Kanzi, go talk to the adults, this won't work. We only have a total of four thousand people. Today, 800 will be killed and 600 injured in one day. By tomorrow, we will be finished..."

The original seventh elder of the Huangjian tribe limped up to Kanzi, dragging his bleeding calf, and anxiously recounted his suffering to Kanzi. His words made all the men around him stop and stand among the corpses to care for Kanzi.

Kanzi didn't speak, looking intently at the corpses on the ground. The corpses were piled on top of each other, all wet with blood. After many corpses were removed, long intestines and internal organs were dragged on the ground, and rolling human heads and severed heads were found. His hands and feet were broken and he was knocked aside.

Apart from the smell of blood, there is no other smell on the top of the mountain. Even if Kanzi's whole body is soaked with sweat, and the sweat breaks out pink grooves in the blood on his body, there is no smell of sweat. The entire battlefield is a huge In the slaughterhouse, when the bonfire was lit on the hilltop, the shadowy tribal warriors standing among the corpses looked like ghosts in the cemetery.

"They use the armor of the family warriors..."

Seeing something, Kanzi stepped forward and moved several corpses away, revealing the corpses of the elite warriors below. The elite warriors still held deformed shields in their hands, and there was a piece of blackened flesh in their open mouths. But at the last moment, Use teeth as weapons.

Kanzi did not appreciate the warrior's fortitude and bravery, but used his hands to pull away the blood on his body, revealing the steel half-armor that was poured entirely inside.

"We know that with these things, it will take at least three to five lives to exchange for one of the other party's life..."

The seventh elder looked at the armor pulled from the corpse with a troubled expression. Even after a long battle, the armor was not damaged much. There was only a black hole in the center. Seeing the hole, the seventh elder wiped away a handful of cold sweat. continued:

"Fortunately, they attacked our side. We have steel spears that can penetrate armor. If we put them there, we don't know how many people would die..."

"I would rather they attack the other side, at least the ones who die are not our people..."

Kanzi threw the slippery armor in his hand to the ground and said angrily.

"But if the other side can't resist, won't we lose?"

The seventh elder thinks differently from Kanzi. He pays more attention to the overall situation. He understands the principle of intact eggs even when the nest is overturned.

"Everyone is dead, so what if we win?"

Kanzi let out a long sigh, squatted on the ground where the plasma was surging, and stared at the plasma bag in a daze.

"But...but the Tianclaw tribe has a big grudge against us..."

The seventh elder argued unconvinced, his eyes flickering, not knowing what he was paying attention to...

"What's the use of revenge? Use five of our lives in exchange for one of the other side's life? Do we have so many lives to exchange for it? All the men are dead, but women are taking advantage of others? Who knows whether you will die in battle tomorrow?"

Kanzi suddenly raised his head and said something with a gun and a stick in his mouth. The seventh elder couldn't explain what he said. He groaned for a long time, then sighed and squatted beside Kanzi and asked softly:

"Then what can you do?"

Kanzi almost spoke out what was in his heart, but when he looked up and saw the unpredictable eyes of the Seventh Elder, he was suddenly startled, and the topic on his lips changed to:

"I'm asking Master Mantou to change our defense. So many people died here today, and the stones are almost gone. We can't defend it. Let's just let the onlookers on the other side defend it..."

What Kanzi said was a poisonous plan to pull the Hebarian people to the center of the storm, and they ran to the other side to rest. Of course, if it weren't for Kanzi's constant guard against the seven elders, this battle might not have been fought at all.

"But, in this case, wouldn't we be useless in front of all the adults?"

The seventh elder's character of forgetting his righteousness when he sees small profits, and cherishing his own life when doing big things is vividly and exquisitely reflected in this sentence.

"Seventh Elder, you only injured one leg today, but you may even lose your life tomorrow. Without life, your women and children don't know who will benefit? Survival is the most important thing, otherwise you will become them... ….”

Kanzi pointed at the entangled corpses around him and spoke earnestly to the seventh elder. The seventh elder looked at the corpses beside him, touched his right leg that was pretending to be lame, shuddered suddenly, and said in a trembling voice:

"Then..., then go ahead and say it, I will listen to you..."