Heaven’s Shadow

Huoyan's tall and burly body stands like a hill in this black fire tribe. At this moment, I don't know how many eyes are watching him, everyone is holding his breath, everyone has a feeling, this man The decision and action at the next moment may determine the future destiny of the black fire tribe.

This was a sudden situation that surprised everyone, and the abnormal silence of Huoyan also exacerbated this tense atmosphere.

Father and son, the old patriarch and the old leader seemed to face each other.

I don't know how long, suddenly, Huoyan's body moved, and the surrounding black fire tribe suddenly startled, and then watched Huoyan take off, and remained silent, looking forward, but slowly to the old Fire tiger went.

At this moment, I don't know how many Barbarians of the Black Fire clan changed their faces, even those brave soldiers were nervous, and the most dramatic change in expression was the Fire Eagle.

The grandson of Huohu, the son of Huoyan, was seen by everyone as a teenager of the third-generation leader of the Heihuo tribe. A horror of horror appeared on his face, but he was stopped by Grandpa Huohu. In front of him, he looked at his father with open hands and exclaimed, "Are you, are you crazy? What are you doing?"

The southern Xinjiang wasteland is a harsh environment. Most of the barbarian tribes living here have a hard time. The fierce reputation of warriors of all races is absolutely the same, but this is by no means equivalent to all of these barbarians are simple-minded, united and friendly. People out.

The killings between the barbarian clans are extremely cruel, and the feuds among the same clans are also not uncommon. Not to mention fighting among the same clans, even the killing between blood relatives is also common.

Compared to those chaotic clans, the Blackfire tribe has been united for many years. After all, the tribe has weakened all the way to the wasteland since the millennium war. Now it can only barely struggle and live on the bottom of the wasteland. That's it. However, they do not have the slightest cost of internal fighting. If they are not united and united, they will be completely destroyed.

But is this going to change today?

As Huoyan ’s heavy footsteps approached and approached, the pressure felt by the firehawk became greater and greater. From childhood to age, he worshipped and admired his father, especially after his mother died early. The cultivation of this son was completely honed from the perspective of a tribal warrior, and the biggest wish in Fire Eagle's heart, at this moment, is to be able to take over his father's position in the future and lead the Black Fire tribe to continue to survive in this southern Xinjiang wasteland. Go on.

If possible, make the clan stronger, kill more enemies, and grab more things. This is all the ideal of the savage boy Fire Eagle now.

Among the tribe, the grandfather who loves him most often is Grandpa Huohu. The Fire Eagle never thought that one day, the grandfather who loved him most might even conflict with his father, whom he admired most.

He stunned in front of his grandfather, at a loss, at a loss, looking at the tall figure of his father who was standing in front of him, his body trembling slightly, but until now, he still had no intention of leaving.

The boy clenched his teeth, gasped, and braced himself between the two closest relatives in the world. He opened his arms and wanted to stop them from really conflicting.

Huoyan's eyes left his father's Huohu's face, and he looked down at his son.

The young man's face looked like himself, with a hint of ferocity in his stubbornness, and a little pleading in his eyes.

With no expression, he reached out his hand and heard only the sound of a "snap", and the fire eagle exclaimed and hurriedly fell to the side.

The next moment, between Huoyan and Huohu, there was no obstacle at all. The leaders of the two generations of Heihuo tribe finally stood face to face.

In the black fire tribe, there was a dead silence, as if a needle could be heard on the ground.

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Unlike the stunned expression of the barbarians of the surrounding black fire tribe, including the grandson of the fire eagle, the old fire tiger has always looked grim from beginning to end, but it has never been a little fearful. Instead, he watched this slowly approaching, tall, burly son, but a strange sheen glanced deep into his eyes.

Maybe it is too old, too many years of wind and frost, and the old man has seen everything for a long time, letting life and death flourish, so he has no fear anymore.

Or maybe he is just a simple barbarian, simple and pure.

So everyone heard that Huo Hu opened his mouth first and asked Huoyan, "What do you want?"

Huoyan looked directly at his father's eyes. At that moment, he seemed to have a sudden throbbing. When he was a teenager many years ago, he admired his father like a firehawk now. Maybe even the wishes of childhood are exactly the same.

However, who can think of what will happen years later, even if it is a brutal person, it is difficult to predict in life.

Huoyan bowed her head slightly, and after a while, whispered, "Give me the Fire Scepter."

Huohu's face finally changed a bit. He stared at Huoyan for a moment, then passed the Fire Scepter, and at the same time said quietly: "Why, do you want to sit in this clan position?"

In the barbarian tribe, in addition to the priests who are known as tribal souls or higher shamans, the most important members of the tribe are generally the chiefs and leaders.

The patriarch is the head of a tribe, giving an overview of the whole situation; the leader is usually the leader of the tribal fighters, leading the warriors to fight the decisive battle, is the strongest military commander of the tribe, and the status of the tribe is only below the patriarch.

For many years, the black fire tribe's father died and his son succeeded, the father was the patriarch, and the son's tradition of becoming a warrior leader has never been interrupted until today.

Under the watchful eyes of all the black fire tribe barbarians, Huoyan reached out to take over the Scepter of Fire, the half-scepter of the so-called Vulcan artifact, lying peacefully in the palm of his hand. He glanced at his father Huohu, but shook his head, and said, "You think more." After a pause, he said, "I will send him away."

After speaking these two words, the tall and majestic barbarian turned around and strode to Lu Chen's body, and said, "Let's go."

Lu Chen watched from the beginning to the end what happened between the two fathers and sons. At the moment, he was a little confused as to what Huoyan was thinking. However, at this moment, leaving this black fire tribe is obviously a good thing for him, so Lu Chen didn't hesitate too much, so he promised, and then led A Tu behind Huoyan and slowly walked out of the black. Camp of the Fire Tribe.

The people in the Blackfire clan did not seem to take a sigh of relief until this moment. There was a sudden rush, and I don't know how many people whispered at this moment. At the same time, many eyes were still on the side standing there. The fire tiger looked secretly.

The Huohuo turned a blind eye to this kind of eyes. His old and muddy eyes only stared at the back of Huoyan and Luchen. Even if the fire eagle next to him came to help him carelessly and carelessly, the Huohu didn't react much.

The Fire Eagle was a little scared, and whispered, "Grandpa?"

Suddenly, the fire tiger clutched the palm of the fire eagle, the fire eagle trembled, and suddenly took a breath, but suddenly found out that the power of this old-looking grandpa was amazing.

When he was surprised, he heard a deep, hoarse voice in his ear. It was the fire tiger who said in a voice that only he could hear: "You follow it, watch it carefully, don't let you Dad is gone! "

The fire eagle agreed subconsciously, then the fire tiger released his palm, then turned and walked back to his stone house. Dark shadows engulfed him in the room, making the old man momentarily invisible.

And the barbarians of the black fire tribe around began to slowly disperse ~ www.readwn.com ~ A civil strife, which might have been a great turmoil, became invisible, so everyone was relieved, so there was no People noticed the Firehawk side again.

The fire eagle lowered its head, and while people were not paying attention, it began to walk towards the gate of the tribal camp, and at the same time, his heart suddenly moved, but he thought that what Grandpa said just now was a bit inexplicable, maybe it was wrong.

That clan is very suspicious, and of course it can't be easily let go. It is best to kill the fire eagle directly. But how could father Huoyan leave?

He is connected with the black fire tribe's flesh and blood, and leaves easily ... that is impossible!

The young Firehawk smiled for himself. Although he was still a little disturbed, he walked quickly towards the entrance. From a distance, he saw three figures standing outside the tribe.

Two people, one wolf.

The unusually tall black wolf suddenly looked back and looked at him, and then seemed to be a little contemptuous and mocking. It grinned at the firehawk, exposing two sharp tusks, as if the next moment, He's going to choke into his heart and bit his neck! (To be continued.)