Apocalyptic Dark Age

"You have no chance..." As soon as he walked out of the door, Big Claw took two steps forward and whispered in Gao Feng's ear sinisterly. After saying that, he ignored Gao Feng and strode forward.

Huo Ya looked at Gao Feng and then at Da Zhao's back. He didn't know what Da Zhao meant, but Gao Feng understood that he was discovered by Da Zhao because of his trembling. Da Zhao believed that he could not pass the test and would be demoted to an indentured servant.

Thinking of the fate of the indentured slaves, Gao Feng felt burning pain in his palms. The composition of the Black Claw tribe was simple. The leader, the tribal warrior, had not yet become the warrior's attendant. The remaining classes were the personal slaves and the indentured slaves.

The status of personal slaves is higher than that of indenture slaves. They are the followers of warriors. They are the attendants who failed the assessment. They are mostly relatives or friends of tribal warriors. They are equivalent to the status of stewards and followers. If the personal slaves make meritorious service one day, It is also possible to transform into a tribal warrior.

The indentured slaves are the most miserable group of people. Most of them are slaves after defeat, sinners who have committed mistakes, and wanderers captured from the wilderness. They have no clothes to cover their bodies, no food to eat all day long, drink the dirtiest water, and no house. Give them shelter, and in the coldest nights in the wilderness, they can only bury themselves in piles of animal dung to stay warm, like a bunch of dirty, smelly rats.

"Three Claws, if I fail, you can accept me as your slave. I will give you Shuojiao, and I won't let you live in vain..." Huoya didn't have the confidence to kill three Huangren warriors at once. , said involuntarily, Gao Feng frowned slightly and said doubtfully: "Why do you think I can succeed?"

"Because you have three claws..." Huo Ya replied seriously.

"Because I am Three Claws? Am I Three Claws or Gao Feng? Who am I?" Gao Feng closed the door fiercely, looked at the dark and hot space and roared in his heart, but no one could answer him, he was here He walked around crazily in a small and cramped room, eager to find the answer. Who is he?

The headache that caused severe pain in his head came again. Gao Feng hugged his head and let out a heart-rending howl. The attack of the headache made him feel like he was about to split. Everything in the small room was spinning, even the bed began to spin. Whirling, in the mirror that seemed to split into countless eyes, he saw strange and ferocious faces howling crazily, like injured beasts, countless selves, countless figures who were not himself, howling continuously. The ground spun before my eyes, spun...

In this severe pain, beads of sweat the size of soybeans appeared on the skin all over his body. He wanted to give up more than once. Black Claw's cold eyes and the fate of the indenture made him grit his teeth and continue to persevere.

The pictures flashed faster and faster in his mind. New information emerged in his mind like a fountain. Many things he had ignored were also remembered. Suddenly, he remembered that important thing.

Lying on the ground in pain, Gao Feng squirmed like a bug. He wanted to find his true self and solve the troubles he was about to encounter, but he did not expect that the fragments in his memory did not solve the difficulties. Even so, he had no idea in his heart. Despair, at least, he is no longer as confused as before, and has more confidence in himself. After surviving the pain that made his head almost explode, his mind has become much stronger, at least he dares to face himself now.

Slowly crawling to the bed, he clasped the bed board with both hands and turned over on the bed. He stared at the flat metal box lying on the bedside and gasped loudly. Just such a movement was like a juicer, draining all his strength. He was dizzy and made the eyes in front of him dizzy. Everything was blurry and he had to stare hard not to look anywhere else.

He knew what it was, a first-aid kit that had been forgotten for who knows how many years, something that overlapped reality and memory. It might not matter to his current difficulties, but it gave him a little more confidence in finding himself. It was him, not Three Claws, not anyone else, but Gao Feng.

The box is mottled with rust, and the hidden lock on the hidden edge is wrapped in rust and integrated into the box. It is extremely difficult to find without careful observation. Find a small and sharp steel wire and slowly cut open the rust on the hidden lock, revealing a bright metal background. Sweat It flowed along the forehead to the tip of the nose, suspended slightly, and then dripped onto the box and splashed a wet mark.

Spots of sweat continued to fall on the box. Gao Feng let out a sigh of relief and finally opened the box.

Gao Feng wanted to find something that overlapped with his memory, but unexpectedly found a black yellow paper. At this moment, his heart was filled with curiosity, and he forgot the previous pain. He opened the yellow paper with concentration and looked for his true self.

A pistol wrapped in solidified butter appeared in front of him. The moment the pistol appeared, his pupils suddenly narrowed. He felt an unexpected familiarity with the jet-black pistol. Although the picture in his mind did not have a specific impression, he felt It was as if I had seen my most beloved treasure.

Regardless of how the first aid box turned into a weapon box, the pistol after peeling off the butter was cold and heavy, holding it in his hand. In this strange world, he felt a sense of security that he had not seen for a long time, as if with the weapon in his hand, he could face the situation. There is no need to be afraid of any challenge, not even Black Claw. Of course, this sense of security is false, but it is more useful than mission encouragement. It allows him to forget the fear of becoming an indentured slave and the confusion and fear of being in a strange world.

Yellow and orange bullets exited the gun chamber one after another, as if admiring a peerless jewel, he glanced at each bullet greedily. The right hand holding the gun was strong and strong. It was actually different from the feeling of holding a cold weapon. The pistol was like his arm. The extension allowed him to grasp this cold killing weapon immediately.

In addition to a pistol and two magazines, there was also a 50-centimeter-long sharp sawtooth saber in the box. This weapon was also familiar to him, but it was not as touching as the pistol. He picked up the saber and subconsciously turned it between his fingers. He instantly mastered the center of gravity and how to use it. A new feeling passed through his mind. He seemed to remember that at a certain moment, the same saber was dancing in his hand, slicing the necks of fully armed enemies... "Heh..., it turns out that the real me is not simple either..." The killing clip flashed by, bringing a burst of severe pain in the head. In this severe pain, Gao Feng's expression did not change at all. Instead, he squinted his eyes as if enjoying it, emitting a cold and murderous intent like the black claw. He suddenly opened his eyes, and the original confusion and fear disappeared, and there was a bit more sharp determination. Although he still couldn't figure out his origins at this moment, his heart was no longer confused, and he finally made up his mind to walk out of the door on his own initiative. Thinking that he would set out in the afternoon to meet the unknown challenge, Gao Feng slowly adjusted himself and dissipated all the depression accumulated in these days. No one taught him this kind of adjustment, but he understood it spontaneously, as if it was originally hidden deep in his body, just like a veteran who had experienced hundreds of battles enjoying the last comfort.

While adjusting his state, his eyes were fixed on the flower in the corner of the room. This was a waste plant recognized by the wilderness people, the wood stalk flower, and it was also the most beautiful flower he had ever seen. The light blue petals were naturally bent like a girl's orchid fingers, with a pure and pleasant mellow flower language. The wilderness people did not know how to appreciate it, but he moved this flower that could resist the heat and cold into the room, just because in the confusion, he still had a heart to discover beauty.

In an unknown place, the wood stalk flower was not enough for him to put aside his worries and appreciate the beauty. The main reason was that he had an indescribable closeness to this wood stalk flower. There seemed to be some kind of connection between the two parties beyond imagination. This was also his main pastime to pass the time these days.

Crouching in front of the wood-root flower, he gently stroked the silky smooth petals. The palm of his left hand began to burn again, like the feeling of being roasted on a charcoal block, but under his palm was the charming and fragile wood-root flower. Obviously, this effect did not come from an external force, but from himself.

As usual, he concentrated and calmed his left hand above the flower, feeling the increasingly strong burning heat, looking forward to something happening. The burning has a critical point. Whenever it reaches a critical moment, it will always stagnate until it slowly disappears.

I don’t know if it’s because of the wound on the palm, the place that prevents the burning temperature from rising is the wound. I can’t help but think of the dream. When Sanzhua was seven years old, for a piece of ordinary gerbil meat, Dazhua pierced a sharp bone spur into Sanzhua’s palm, and Sanzhua was like a little lion bursting in pain, pulling out the bone spur across Dazhua’s cheek, leaving a scar that would be difficult to erase for a lifetime.

When he recalled this, all his memories stopped. He didn’t know what happened later, and he didn’t know what kind of hatred caused the young Sanzhua to be so hurt? A surge of anger rushed into his brain, and he wanted to rush out and kill Dazhua right now. Gao Feng suppressed this anger in his heart for a while. This was Sanzhua's hatred, not his own. Even though this body belonged to Sanzhua, he was the one in control. He would not allow Sanzhua's remaining thoughts to take the initiative.

In a moment of trance, he forgot the palm of his hand on the petals. Suddenly, his palm shook and turned into a cold and cold feeling, making him think that today's experiment failed again. However, he did not expect that the beautiful wood stalk flower also withered, like the dead grass of the previous year, and in his palm, there were light blue water drops suspended.

The water droplets the size of peanuts were the essence of the wood stalk flower. Under Gao Feng's thoughts, they were like a lively ball of light lingering and dancing on his fingertips. The next moment, they were thrown onto the wall while waving their hands and turned into a little water stain, but it exuded a pungent and unpleasant smell, making him laugh and cry. It was considered a stupid thing.

Gao Feng looked at the dried wood stalk flower strangely, and the information about wood stalk flower flashed in his mind. Wood stalk flower is not rare in the wilderness. It blooms during the day and closes its stamens at night to resist the severe cold. It is toxic in itself. Neither insects nor animals will eat it, even if it is used as firewood. It will emit thick smoke like biological weapons, turning the kitchen into a living hell.

The experiment was considered a success. For Gao Feng, this was meaningless, and there was no surprise about this incredible ability. Wood stalk flower is still wood stalk flower. Even if it extracts the essence that makes people look sideways, he dare not swallow it, and he can't get any benefits from it, which makes people feel a little disappointed.

Just as he was breathing and thinking about this small setback, he heard the shout of the gap tooth outside: "Three claws, let's go to get weapons and protective gear. If we go too late, the good things will be gone..."

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