Doomsday Dark Age

Bloody clouds hang ten thousand times in the western wilderness sky. The sun always hides behind the clouds and emits scorching heat. The air on the earth is twisted and deformed under the high temperature, like the airflow over a stove. The view from the peak. ( ·~ )

Slowly retracting his gaze, the outside world is behind the wall. He can only look at the wall with the boy who has not become a warrior, fantasizing about the things outside, but the boy in the western wilderness fantasizes that one day he can become a tribal warrior and go out, and he Thinking of hiding in a small and cramped room to find my true self.

The huge house built of logs, the wall with the red sand grains exposed from the outer layer, the robust slave girls busy at the door of their respective houses, and the tribal warriors who occasionally passed by with their toes proudly built a vivid picture, which made him, an outsider, look at him carefully. Looking at everything here.

Walking along the gravel road of tribal garbage and animal dung, avoiding the oncoming strange-looking domestic animals from time to time, he was no longer as surprised as he was a month ago. He nodded indifferently to everyone who greeted him, and unexpectedly It may be the same as the self in the dream, and I don't want others to notice the panic and confusion in my heart.

A gust of wind blows from behind, stirring up the hot air around him. Gao Feng avoids his dirty palm for the first time, turns his head and sees a boy about his size with withered hair and two front teeth missing. The boy looks ordinary and has no peak The only thing that can make people look at this violent and fierce temperament is that the young man's agile eyes have a little more vivid vitality, which is different from the numbness and desolation of the wilderness.

"Three claws, let's go together. I heard that no, Kuitu is going to sell the first elder's slave daughter... Unfortunately, I don't have a horn, otherwise I must choose a big butt..."

As if he was familiar with himself, the young man disregarded the indifference of the three claws, and talked about things that all young people are interested in. Gao Feng never opened his mouth easily as before, avoiding words that would lead to mistakes. Perhaps the previous owner of this body was Silence The young man didn't care about the guy who talked about it, but Gao Feng hated this dirty guy with yellow teeth in his heart, and even more hated his topic, slave girl. [~]

The aesthetic concept of wild people is different from that of Gaofeng. 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, so here, the taller and more manly a woman is, the more valuable she is. Zhuo has never seen his mother since he was a child, otherwise Gao Feng doesn't know how to face his burly mother?

"Big Claw got into Stone's nest yesterday and fucked his most beloved slave girl. Today Stone went to Black Claw to make a theory, and Black Claw gave him twenty baskets of sandy date noodles. You can try it, anyway. It's Black Claw's son, even if he is caught, he still has Black Claw..."

"Huo Ya, shut up, don't mention this to me..." Gao Feng finally couldn't bear it anymore, and reprimanded the boy named Huo Ya. He didn't want to behave differently here. A slave girl who doesn't care about her looks and body.

Huo Ya shut up a little aggrieved, the previous three claws were not like this, like other teenagers, sneaking to other people’s roofs to watch alternative battles that would make them burst with blood, many times it was still Gao Feng who dragged him there, Otherwise, he wouldn't be thinking about these things all day, what's wrong with the three claws?

Gao Feng didn't know that his strange behavior had aroused Kuo Ya's suspicion. At this moment, they had arrived at the Martial Arts Field, the place where attendants were trained to fight. In front of them, there were already hundreds of teenagers and children of different ages learning. Amidst the shouts, the wooden carved knives waved in the red dust all over the sky.

Gao Feng and Huoya didn't go in, and walked straight into the big room of the Martial Arts Field. The big room can accommodate hundreds of people kneeling and sitting. It is one of the largest buildings in the tribe. Huge logs support the wide hall. On the log are carved pictographic figures wielding weapons and fighting. ( ·~ )

The hall is not exquisite and elegant, but actually rough and majestic. The old wood is colorful, with vicissitudes and precipitation accumulated over countless years of history. There are old gaps and muddy and black stains in many places, proving that there was once Baptized by the flames of war.

Huo Ya is a person who uses his mouth more than his hands. He never stopped talking all the way, either talking about whose slave girl has a big buttocks, or whose nipples are round. It seems that only women's buttocks and nipples are in his mind. The hall filled with more than a hundred teenagers immediately became solemn and dignified, like devout believers, and Gao Feng carefully walked to the edge to find a place to sit down.

Most of them are teenagers who are about the same age as Gao Feng and Huo Ya. They sit neatly in the hall without saying a word, like wood carvings. Gao Feng and Huo Ya are also one of them. The teenagers, on the other hand, have uniform mid-length hair draped behind their heads. Looking around, they look like they were poured out of the same model. They are also wearing underpants and showing their muscular upper body, with the same disheveled shawl hair, and their equally solemn expressions.

New teenagers came in one after another. Gao Feng secretly looked at the furnishings of the hall and the looks of everyone. Not to mention the teenagers, there was a circle of tribal warriors standing on the outermost edge. Their bulging chest muscles were different from other warriors. The claw pattern is the same as 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 dozing lion. The occasional cold light in his eyes makes every boy who secretly looks at him bow his head deeply. Adolescence is a rebellious period, and every boy has his own. With their own dreams and arrogance, they can laugh at other warriors, because they believe that they can become warriors one day, but they dare not underestimate Talon, because Talon is the unique protector in the tribe.

Unlike others, Gao Feng can look at Black Claw upright, because he is not only the leader, but also his father in name. Black Claw is the only warrior with long hair among the warriors of the tribe. Hair, the lion-like long hair has the same slight curls as Gao Feng, but the handsome face has a maturity and vicissitudes that Gao Feng does not have, Gao Gao is like the youth of Black Claw.

The most palpitating thing about the mighty Black Claw is not the aura he exudes, but his right arm, which is completely different from ordinary people. It is a deformed arm that looks like a beast's claw, and each nail is like a sharp blade with a faint metallic luster. , This is the real reason why Talon can become the leader, Talon...

When everyone was present, Black Claw opened his eyes suddenly, and his majestic and fierce eyes slowly swept across every boy's face. In this cold as real, every boy couldn't help tightening his chrysanthemums, They were about to pee in fear from the majestic and powerful eyes. 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 gaze met Gao Feng, Gao Feng and Three Claws' memories overlapped, returning to the life-and-death decision that Three Claws made when they were 12 years old. In front of them was the cold and ferocious eyes of Sand Wolf, and Black Claw was standing in the pit. On the road, looking down at his own son dueling with the sand wolf with the most indifferent eyes, his son's trembling made his indifferent eyes a little more disgusted.

The momentary memories overlapped, Gao Feng couldn't tell whether it was his own emotions or those of Three Claws, he couldn't help shaking his body, but a slight disappointment flashed in Black Claw's eyes.

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

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

Gao Feng's face was also pale. He knew why these people were being dragged away. It was because Black Claw subconsciously trembled with fear when he examined them, but the only exception was him. The black claws of the black claws saw that he was not the true face of the three claws, or he was afraid that he would not pass the assessment he was about to bring.

Just when Gao Feng was lucky, a malicious look shot over him, and he looked up to see a boy who was one or two years older looking at him mockingly. The boy had the same mid-length curly hair as him, but his cheeks were as rigid as Carved in stone, there are faint shadows of black claws. On the stone-like stiff cheeks, two equal scars are ugly and hideous.

Seeing the scar, Gao Feng couldn't help but clenched his left hand tightly. There was the same scar in his palm. That boy was his titular elder brother, Big Claw. The scar on Da Zhuo's face was left by the previous three claws. Before that, it was The big claw first used the bone spur to penetrate the palm of the third claw.

"Start after the red cloud disappears. The three desolate tribes behind the red cloud are the targets of your assessment. Three heads will be obtained to become tribal warriors. Big claws, two claws, and three claws will get five heads, whether it is my son, or The other attendants, if they fail to achieve their goals, will be demoted to bondage, so that they can do it for themselves..."

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

Gao Feng clenched his fists tightly in his heart, and walked out in a daze. The only thing he knew in this world was that Black Claw wouldn't open just because he was Three Claws, just like Three Claws was 12 years old. It doesn't mean that just because he is the son of Black Claw, he doesn't have to fight Sand Wolf....

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 surged in his heart, a person with a weak heart is not worthy of the name For his son, I really wanted to deprive Three Claws of the only opportunity for assessment, and then thought of that elegant and quiet woman, the woman that he hated, regretted, and cherished for the rest of his life.

"Anyway, he's still my son, and her son..."

Black Claw closed his eyes again and fell silent, as motionless as the king of all beasts dozing off.