Doomsday Dark Age

"Get ready, get ready soon... ( ·~ )" A hidden call came from not far away, all the relatives and attendants got up, only the tribal warriors were still sitting on the ground to rest, pouring the saved water He drank it all up, and his eyes showed a bloodthirsty fierce light.

Gao Feng looked up at the sky, only to find that the red cloud had turned into a black shadow.

The excitement before the battle filled everyone's hearts, but Gao Feng was not included. He had been thinking about his ability to refine plants in the team. This ability is different from the mutation of Black Claw, it is more hidden, and there will be no sequelae of physical deformity , although it doesn't have such an intuitive combat power, it can have a wider access.

The team started to move, and each attendant was required to bite a wooden stick. The dark mountain road was rugged, and many of the attendants fell bruised and swollen, but they dared not spit out the stick, they could only groan, Tribal warriors and slaves are much calmer than squires who have never been in battle, at least they will not be injured by falling.

Breathing sounds of different thicknesses echoed in the team of nearly a thousand people, and the sound of the collision of knives and guns was extremely clear in the silent night, which made the extremely nervous attendants tremble with fear, fearing that the barren people 500 meters away would hear it.

Gao Feng skillfully walked through the rugged mountain roads, but his thoughts were not focused on the common goal of everyone, the barren tribe. He had a question in his mind, why the barren tribe did not have the habit of changing guards, which gave the Black Claw tribe a chance to take advantage of it. Opportunity?

When the Black Claw Tribe marched towards the Barren Tribe in the dark, the Barren Tribe did not fall into a deep sleep as Black Claw had imagined. The fully armed barren warriors stood quietly close to the Black Claw Warriors, holding hands tightly. What are they waiting for with their respective weapons, and behind them, on the catapults that can be launched at any time, incendiary bombs mixed with straw and grease have been placed one after another. []

The leader of the desolate people is called the night demon, who has a height and body shape that are different from ordinary people. Standing among the desolate warriors with a height of 1.7 meters and 1.8 meters, he looks like a giant.

The Night Demon is the protector of the barren tribe. This large tribe of 3000 people migrated from the depths of the wilderness. In this tribe, the Night Demon is the unique king of the 3000 people. Everyone in the tribe loves it when they are happy or angry. Panic.

Night Demon's height of more than two meters makes the fighters around him dare not get too close. Compared with other fighters who are crowded like sardines, Night Demon has a loose space around him, a space that is enough to make him feel authoritative and comfortable. Facing the dark night, Ye Mo's ugly and rough face was fierce and ferocious, making the only guy standing beside him who was not a barren man swallow his dry saliva. To him, just standing on the side of Ye Mo You can feel the pressure all around you.

"They really only have more than 300 official warriors?" Ye Mo's low voice was like the wailing of night owls, which made people feel a strong sense of horror in his heart. He was talking to the tribe who was not covered in bones.

"The Black Claw tribe only has [-] tribal warriors in total, and there are only so many people left to defend the lair... ( ·~ )" Under the huge pressure of Night Demon, this man dared not neglect, and quickly replied, Unexpectedly, Ye Mo was not satisfied with his answer, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the man's neck, lifting him up into the air.

Night Demon's big hands were like claws made of fine steel, clasping his neck so that he couldn't breathe. In the huge suffocation, he kicked and beat his legs repeatedly, making the last struggle before suffocating.

Under the light of the faint flames, the night demon showed obsessed eyes. He stared at the man's desperate eyes, revealing the luster of joy. No one likes to control other people's life and death more than him, and no one knows how to appreciate other people's pain better than him. Moment of despair.

"Plop..." The night demon threw the man to the ground at the moment when he was about to suffocate, and before the man could inhale fresh air from his dry lungs, the night demon slowly squatted on his knees. In front of him, he said coldly: "I don't need to speculate, as much as it should be, no one can hide it, you are just a messenger, if I kill you, there won't be anything to say, don't treat me as an idiot..."

"Ahem..., 350 tribal warriors, 120 slaves, and [-] attendants, this is all their strength."

The guy who survived the near death didn't dare to hide anything anymore, and he said it clearly like a bean. The night demon didn't move his expression, and the fierce eyes in his eyes became colder. He stood up abruptly, and shouted at the soldiers around him. "I will make wine cups out of their heads, thrones out of their bones, and tents out of their skins."

A roar suddenly resounded through the barren tribe, and in the next moment, countless shouts echoed.

Hurricane-like shouts resounded throughout the night, and in the next second, more than a dozen scarlet fireballs rose from the barren tribe, dragging a dazzling trajectory, and smashed into the Black Claw tribe like a meteor, shattering and scattering countless Burning sparks.

Each spark is a bright torch, clearly showing the reality and reality of the warriors of the tribe. At this time, the warriors of the tribe were already within 200 meters of the barren tribe, and they were stunned by the sudden blow.

The tribal warriors burning with flames screamed like human torches. Looking at these people, Gao Feng's sealed memory valve was suddenly pushed open. In his memory, countless burst fireballs burst into flames on the battlefield Like a flashing neon light, the night sky is as scarlet as blood, just like the day in this world.

Familiar or unfamiliar comrades in arms rolled and struggled in the flames. The blast wave blew the mourning comrades into the air, and then turned into scattered limbs and fell down. There was no possibility of putting together the corpses. In the flames, countless straight chains of light were formed, hitting his bunker, splashing countless bullet casings...

"Three claws..., run..." An exclamation resounded on Gao Feng's eardrums. Gao Gao looked at the panic-stricken Fang Fang in a trance, and the attendants around him had already collapsed. It hit like a torrential rain.

In the burning flames, the tribal warriors ignited by the flames wailed and roared, and rolled out of the burning fire path on the ground. Only then did someone realize that the sand under their feet was covered with dead grass covered with grease, and the blazing flames were like a stream of water. The general spread surged, devouring more places, and exposing all tribal warriors, relatives and servants, as well as attendants.

"Run..." Ah Da, who had lost his teeth, rushed up, grabbed Gao Feng's arm, pulled it hard, and ran backwards. Gao Feng ran along involuntarily, but turned his head to look behind him.

The barren tribe was as bright as a fire, one after another burning fireballs rose into the night sky, rolling dazzling trajectories, flying towards this side like meteors, turned around and exploded among the scattered warriors, everywhere It's a human being, who can't tell who is a warrior and who is a slave, let alone where Black Claw is.

"Defeated?" An inexplicable shame reverberated in Gao Feng's heart. This shame had nothing to do with the Black Claw Tribe or the Desolate Tribe. It was just a strange emotion in his heart. At this moment, his chaotic memories overlapped with everything in front of him. , the battlefield where bullets are flying everywhere also coincides with the western wilderness with thousands of lights.

"We're done, woo!" There was another exclamation, and the disregarded soldiers saw hundreds of murderous skeletons appearing behind them, rushing towards them like ghosts, and there were countless dots there. Among the clear torches, every barren warrior is like a ghost crawling out of the grave, making them feel panic from the bottom of their hearts.

At this moment, the seemingly childish livery of the tribal warriors was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, causing the morale of the Black Claw tribe to collapse completely.