Apocalyptic Dark Age

Although Hong Sha was young, she was sensible. It was still dark in the morning and the cold wind was still biting. She sneaked out from under Feng Feng's bed, dug out yesterday's leftover dough that was as hard as a rock and ate it. She patted her belly and then He started to fetch water and was ready to wait for the peak to get up. At some point, drums sounded from the tribe's wall. Waves of oppressive drum beats hit his heart, making Hongsha throw away the basin and turn around to look at the wall.

The entire tribe walked out of the house at the darkest dawn. Even the children were naked and stood in the cold wind watching their well-equipped father step out of the door and accept the food and water bags prepared by the women who had been working all night.

In response to the beat of the drums, groups of tribal warriors walked to the exit of the wall slowly, walking to the exit of the wall in a neat rhythm to the desolate and powerful drums, while the children ran to each other in the darkness. , following in the footsteps of their father, more tribal warriors silently joined the team and walked forward silently.

In the atmosphere of encouragement from the whole tribe, Gao Feng joined the team unknowingly. He wore the cloak that the young indentured servants had modified for him, and carried a fang knife and a dried meat and water bag on his back. He met Hu Ya who joined the team. Ya did not greet Gao Feng as usual. He carried the huge fang knife and followed behind A Da, walking forward in silence, as if he was assimilated by the team's solemn killing.

In the open space at the exit of the wall, groups of tribal warriors arrived one after another. Gao Feng saw Black Claw standing at the highest point, illuminated by blazing flames. Black Claw's whole body shone in the firelight, but his face was in the shadow. In the middle, you can't see clearly, but you can feel the fighting spirit emitting from the black claws.

The six tribal elders except the great elder all stood behind Black Claw, inspecting the 750 tribal warriors and 127 attendants. The Black Claw warriors who had been standing in the assessment hall came up one after another. In front of them, groups of warriors were formed into two huge phalanxes, with 350 soldiers on one side and 400 soldiers on the other.

Gao Feng stood among the attendants and observed coldly, but found that after the four hundred tribal warriors bowed to Black Claw, they stood close to the second elder, and the remaining 350 tribal warriors stood on the attendants' side. After that, Nearly four hundred more slaves holding spears joined the attendants. Obviously, these were the troops that attacked.

When the three hundred and fifty tribal warriors were ready, an ancient battle flag with a long history was erected and stood behind Black Claw. This battle flag was a ferocious skull embedded in the leg bone of a giant beast. The skull has sheep-like horns, but it has the fangs of a beast. The four fangs are cold and sharp, and together with the horns, they shine with a metallic luster under the firelight.

When the tribe's burliest warrior raised the battle flag proudly, the troops finally set off.

There are no speeches, no mobilization before the war, the war drum is the clarion call for tribal warriors to take action.

The moment 350 fully armed tribal warriors, 400 slaves, and 127 simply equipped attendants walked out of the fence, the wall was illuminated by light, and each majestic figure standing in the light of the fire was lifted up at the same time. The animal horns play a sad and tragic trombone...

The simple walking army, when the red clouds were bright for three hours, eliminated the excitement and nervousness of most of the entourage. The entire team was marching silently in the same direction. The team of more than 400 people was not spectacular. , but monotonous.

After walking through the peripheral Elaeagnus fields and places with traces of human activities, we finally reached the peak of the real Western Wilderness, a Western Wilderness without any trace of life, except for sand, only sand.

After the initial excitement subsided, the attendants became bored. They could only see the buttocks of their companions in front of them and the desolate and dark red sand on the left and right. Occasionally, some common weeds in the tribe could refresh their minds. All the attendants are like this, especially Huya Ya who is always restless.

Walking in the team, anyone would be assimilated by the solemnity and solemnity of the team at the beginning, but as time went by, Huo Ya felt his throat was itchy and wanted to say a few words to get through the initial entanglement. He whispered He said to Gao Feng: "Did you see the front? The pole has also come. This time he has been deprived of his position. From now on, he can only seek credit on the battlefield. Be careful that he stabs you in the back."

The villain's heart with hollow teeth was not echoed by Gao Feng. He was calm in a special emotion at the moment, marching in the team, which seemed to give him some more clues to find himself in the familiar feelings, as if there was only one opportunity left. , he can break the membrane in his heart and truly find himself, his strong and fearless self.

"Pa..." The snake-like whip shadow struck Huo Ya hard on his back, causing him to scream in agony, interrupting Gao Feng's contemplation. He couldn't help but turn his head angrily, only to see Huo Ya jumping toward him with a grin on his face. Scurrying forward, not far behind him, a tribal warrior who was patrolling the team stared at Huya fiercely, with a hint of anger in his eyes.

Seeing this tribal warrior whose teeth had been beaten, Gao Feng turned his head boredly and continued walking forward without squinting. He did not need to interfere in the affairs between father and son.

The tribal warrior who whipped his son hard looked around carefully like his son, took a step forward and passed Gao Feng, and secretly stuffed something into Gao Feng's hand.

Gao Feng remained calm, as if instinctively covering all the flaws. After the tribal warriors walked away, he looked down and saw a palm-sized fist shield in his palm. It was very delicate and small. It was made up of six pieces of horns and was worn on the The fists can be used as gloves and can also withstand sharp fangs and knives. They are a hidden means of protection.

Suddenly, Gao Feng understood that it was Huya's Ada who thanked him for giving Huya the Tusk Knife. The value of the Tusk Knife was not something Huo Ya could understand. A Tusk Knife is the unicorn of a Tusk Beast. The fang knife is a lifelong weapon for tribal warriors, and it is likely to be a treasure passed down to their children.

Gao Feng weighed the weight of the fist shield, and the moment he passed by Huo Ya, he stuffed it into Huo Ya's hand. Sometimes, this fist shield was life-saving, and Gao Feng couldn't bear it.

With the fierce whips of the tribal warriors, the attendants walked quietly to noon and waited in the canyon between the two peaks for the hottest moment of the day to pass.

Holding the water bag in his big claws, he kept staring at the peak not far away with his fierce eyes. If he could kill with his eyes, the peak would be turned into briquettes at this moment.

Gao Feng's intuition was higher than his imagination. He immediately felt the malicious look in Big Claw's eyes. He glared back without evading, and made a cross-cutting gesture under his neck, which made Big Claw's face suddenly turn pale.

Big Claw couldn't help but turn around and look at a certain mountain peak behind him, but he didn't know that Black Claw had been staring at him. The moment he couldn't help but turn around, Black Claw was also looking in that direction. After a while, Black Claw's cold face A meaningful smile appeared on his face.

Hua Ya finally reached the moment of liberation. He hurried to Gao Feng and asked in surprise: "How did the treasure that Dalian couldn't touch even get into your hands?"

Gao Feng squinted at Huo Ya and ignored him. He continued to lower his head and use the stone to carve graceful symbols on the sand. Huo Ya didn't get a response and said to himself: "Isn't it the one from my dad? But you Where did it come from, the baby under your bed..."

"Huh..." Gao Feng turned his head suddenly and stared at Hua Ya fiercely. The ferocity in his eyes scared Hua Ya and he quickly said, "You forgot, last time you took me to steal Bean Blossom Girl's crotch cloth. Later he told me that he was gone and asked me to look for it under the bed..."

"Whoosh..." Gao Feng turned his head again and carved on the ground with concentration, but he was crying in his heart. What on earth did the three claws do? Now it's all on him. He has been speechless countless times about the youthful excitement of these teenagers.

"What are you drawing? It's interesting..." Huo Ya quickly forgot about Gao Feng's cruel eyes and looked at the text symbols on the ground curiously.

"Mountains, seas, deserts, hollow teeth..." Gao Feng looked at these square characters in confusion, half explanation, half reflection.

"My name?" Huo Ya asked with a bright face, pointing to the square characters on Huo Ya, as if he had found the most novel toy.

"Well, Hua Ya, the word pronounced "Huo" means gap, and the word pronounced "ya" means teeth. The fangs of the fang knife are also these teeth. The fangs are called the sharpest teeth of beasts..."

Compared with those memories that hurt when they flashed, the peak of the written memory came as soon as he opened his mouth, without any sluggishness at all. Even he was surprised.

"Ha, so that's what my name means? Missing fangs? Tsk, tsk, it's hard for Ah Da to give me such a good name, even better than his Erzhi name..."

Gao Feng didn't care whether Huaya's father was called Ergangzi. What he cared about was that he didn't know how to explain the concept of Huaya. In fact, Huaya meant that he had no front teeth.

"What's this called...?" Huoya is very smart. Although he has never seen these words, he can keenly discover that the word peak appears the most frequently, more than the other words combined.

"Gaofeng, a very high mountain, broad-minded and lonely..." Such an explanation suddenly flashed through Gaofeng's mind. It seemed that he was speaking to someone very important to him, but he couldn't tell who it was, and he felt a surge of emotion in his heart. The sourness of sadness, as if he was far away from this person, as far away as hell to heaven.

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