Apocalyptic Dark Age

"Your son?" Dihu did not scold Black Claw for attacking the camp, nor did he explain why he framed Black Claw. He just asked indifferently, like a greeting to an old friend.

"He is the future Black Claw." A sarcastic sneer appeared at the corner of Black Claw's mouth. He saw Di Hu's fear and thought that Gao Feng could support him until he came back to help, which surprised Di Hu.

"I remember, the future Black Claw." Earth Claw sneered and suddenly disappeared in front of Black Claw. The next moment, Black Claw's eyes stared at the ground and continued to extend into the distance. Earth Claw wanted to run, but no one could stop him. Stay there, unless you don't let him burrow into the ground.

"Cough cough cough..." While coughing violently, Gao Feng spat out blood foam from his mouth. Looking at the blood on the ground, Gao Feng could only think of the faces of his former slaves who fought to the death in the end, not much about the black claws around him. Have a look.

"Sometimes, no one can be abandoned, including you, including me." Black Claw thought Gao Feng was angry that he didn't rescue him immediately, so he gave a rare explanation. Gao Feng shook his head, said nothing, and slowly Lying on the ground, he turned around and looked at the dark sky, breathing heavily in his chest.

"You did better than I thought. The position of heir is yours." I don't know why. Black Claw felt a little uncomfortable standing in front of Gao Feng. Youdao was the master of great power, and Gao Feng was at this moment. If it weren't for Gao Feng's restraint, Black Claw would not have been able to rescue his men so smoothly, nor would he have been able to force back the Earth Armada so easily.

Di Hu did not make a move when confronting him. The reason was that Di Hu had received internal injuries and fell from a height of 100 meters. The huge shock would have made Di Hu drink a pot, but he also activated his abilities continuously. When it comes to fighting, it's not certain who will win, so Black Claw endures.

Letting go was a helpless move, but Black Claw felt sorry for Gao Feng. What Gao Feng was thinking about were those slaves who fought to the death.

It's ridiculous. Gao Feng did not regard these pro-slaves as comrades-in-arms before. Perhaps it would be better to call them cannon fodder. But these same cannon fodders, after he gave the order to retreat, rushed up to fight with the armadillos at the last moment, just to Are these guys stupid to try to give him a chance to survive?

"What a bunch of fools..." Gao Feng suddenly opened his mouth and murmured, with blood flowing around his mouth.

"What?" Black Claw couldn't hear clearly and asked involuntarily. As he spoke, he pulled Gao Feng up from the ground and put it on his back.

"…………." Gao Feng was silent. He felt that he had nothing to say to Black Claw, or in other words, no matter what Black Claw said, he didn't want to answer the conversation. Bits and pieces of the past few days with his slaves flashed through his mind.

This group of wilderness warriors who had just become slaves not long ago allowed Gao Feng to see another side of the wilderness people. I don’t know what concept made this group of people respect themselves so much and were willing to sacrifice their lives and blood for them. Compared with this group of people, , Gao Feng felt ashamed, and his heart was in severe pain, feeling somewhat depressed.

The silent Gao Feng lay on Black Claw's strong shoulders. Black Claw walked forward step by step, and his mind suddenly recalled what San Claw looked like when he was a child.

He was still an infant at that time. He took the child back from the marginal tribe alone. On the way, he wanted to abandon the woman's child more than once and let the wild beasts eat him. In the end, he could not let go of his obsession. Unexpectedly, that In addition to crying, the crying child will one day truly fight like a man. The madness and cruelty of the last blow still make Black Claw's heart palpitate to this day. He believes that even the Earth Armadillo may not be able to fight back to the death at the peak. survive.

Crying, wailing, moaning, and the screams before death were all happening next to Gao Feng. He leaned among the furry animal skins, coldly watching the farce in the wilderness, and the surviving tribal warriors one by one. Howling to find their families, women wailing when the dead men appeared in front of them, and the screams of the earthly armadillo warriors who were kicked and beaten by the crowd as they were executed.

The light of the huge fire illuminated all kinds of strange things about people in the last days, but all of this made the peak boring. Fifty slaves died on the barren and steep mountain, and their bodies fell in the rubble waiting to turn into withered bones. The same thing happened here There were piles of corpses, belonging to the Earth Horse Tribe, the Black Claw Tribe, tribal warriors, slaves, indentured slaves, as well as women and children.

Suddenly, Gao Feng felt an inexplicable irony. During the initial adaptation period to this world, in the days to come, the most common things he saw were corpses, those from the Barren Tribe, the Black Claw Tribe, and the Earth Armadillo Tribe. Nothing but corpses are corpses. Could it be that in this world, except for killings, there is only killings?

"Three claws..." A cry made Gao Feng's dull eyes move away from the corpse. What he saw was a woman holding two children. The woman was old, and her half-white hair and wrinkles made her tall body a little rickety. One of the children was about eight years old, and the other was just over five years old. They were both as dirty as rats emerging from the gutter, but their cheeks vaguely resembled gaping teeth.

This woman who had spent her years in the wilderness of the West was a little embarrassed. She didn't see her son among the warriors, and she didn't see her man either. When she saw Gao Feng leaning there, she remembered that Huaya and Sanzhao had a good relationship, so she brought her with her. A little tension, a little anxiety, a little fear, and a little hope come to the peak.

"Are you the grandma with a chipped tooth?" Gao Feng couldn't help but sit up, but if he moved casually, the severe pain from the wound made him feel powerless.

The woman didn't speak. Her big hands with thick knuckles and dry skin suddenly squeezed the two boys' small hands. The bigger one frowned slightly and stared at the peak with burning eyes, while the little guy pursed his mouth and seemed about to cry.

"It's okay for Huaya. He has become a tribal warrior. He didn't come back from behind." Gao Feng's words made this woman, who looked almost sixty but was actually only thirty, loosen her hands. As he spoke, Gao Feng looked around, trying to find Hua Ya. Ya's other younger brother, an older child who has just turned twelve and is about to take the adult exam.

"The second dick is gone, he's the big one." The woman was not good at words, but she could also tell what Gao Feng was looking for. With such a light word, Gao Feng's words came to his lips and he could no longer speak.

"He's gone too?" The woman couldn't see the sadness, but Gao Feng could feel that the woman was more relaxed now than before. This relaxation was the change after hearing Hua Ya become a warrior.

Gao Feng, who asked the question behind the woman, did not answer. He could see that it didn’t matter to the woman whether the toothless Ada died or the toothless one died. What mattered was that there were men in the family who were tribal warriors. As long as there were As a tribal warrior, the two brothers and the woman with the toothless teeth can survive and live well.

The woman left. Looking at her back, Gao Feng couldn't remember her appearance. Suddenly, he felt an urge to laugh, a madness to beat the ground, and a sadness from the bottom of his heart. .

In his eyes, those women who cried so loudly were crying for the lost rations, and the extremely sad desolation was for the grief of the family members of the lost warriors. What was lost was not the family members, but the warriors.

It's not that he can't remember what women look like. It's because in his eyes, all women look the same. Their youth has been worn away by the wilderness, and they have lost their innocent fantasies, leaving only the naked reality.

But Gaofeng is powerless to change anything. These are the rules of the wilderness, rules formed after hundreds of years in the barren wilderness. The bones of untimely idealists have long been covered by the red sand.

Huo Ya's mother was happy that Huo Ya could become a warrior and survive. Zhang Zi's family was excited that Zhang Zi still survived and was still a warrior. They were no longer sad even after losing their son and other relatives.

The families of the twenty tribal warriors that Ganzi had asked Gao Feng to find gathered around Gao Feng. When these people learned that Gao Feng was willing to allocate fields to them to plant Elaeagnus angustifolia, these people lost their previous worries and felt a little better.

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