Doomsday Dark Age

"Master, this is your trophy..." A not-so-old slave brought a set of armor and horn necklace to Gao Feng, respectfully placed them at his feet, Gao Feng sat on the rock and gradually The ground armada team swallowed by the darkness frowned. [~]

Collecting loot is a wilderness favorite job, and what could be more exciting than making someone else's stuff your own?

All the odds and ends of weapons and clothing were gathered. There were a lot of water bags and dry food bags alone, as well as the supplies that the land armada warriors plundered from the Black Claw tribe. What caught our eye was the slave girls who gathered around. These rough, but delicate and timid women gave them the urge to vent, especially when the blood was surging after the war.

But no one dared to disturb the contemplative Gaofeng. In a battle where ants challenged the dragon, they lost twelve people, but killed ten times as many enemies. The scattered corpses were their tools. If Gaofeng allowed them to mow Heads, I'm afraid it's also the biggest pile.

All of these were brought by Gao Feng, so they were deeply afraid amidst their respect. When Gao Feng frowned and disappeared into the darkness, they all sat in front of their own trophies, eating their food sullenly.

The sky is about to completely darken, but Gao Feng is not reconciled. Night attack is the easiest way to win, but he only has 38 complete warriors in his hands, and there are also two hundred people who have broken away from the large army of the Earth Armament tribe, but these Part of a person is a bond slave, and part is a slave girl. In his heart, it is impossible to be a warrior. 【leaf*】【*】

In the struggle, Gao Feng stood up suddenly, and finally looked at the armada tribe, but saw that a bonfire had already been lit there, and the blazing bonfire surrounded the campsite with a shiny pearl necklace, forming a protective circle outside the tribe.

"Master, eat something..." A call pulled Gao Feng back from his thoughts, and he turned his head to see a vague figure standing beside him, holding a bag of dried meat in his hand, and the bag containing the dried meat was also dark and invisible clear.

"I can't eat it in one bite, but I can eat it in one bite. My purpose is not to destroy the armada tribe, but to save people..." A piece of dried meat was stuffed into his mouth, and the taste was not good, but Gao Feng didn't pay attention, just looked at A burning pearl necklace muses in the distance.

"Maybe those Qinu and slave girls are not completely useless?" A thought popped up, and Gao Feng couldn't help but shake his heart, then he shook his head and muttered: "No, as long as the Earth Armor tribe sends someone to investigate, they will find out. "

"There are too few people. If only I had two more people, forty people can form ten teams, and at least eighty enemies can be dealt with... [~]" Gao Feng couldn't help becoming irritable. The guy with the stick is in the way, with his speed and strength, coupled with the sharpness of the death scimitar, the battle can be ended earlier, so that the loss of manpower can be reduced by at least half.

The attack just now, plus the tribal warriors besieging and killing on the hillside, and the killing of the final charge, they probably killed 120 to 150 earth armada warriors, counting the warriors lost in the black claw tribe, the earth armada tribe should There are less than [-] men left who can fight.

Gao Feng wanted to use the strategy of exhausting troops, but his manpower was too small to withstand the temptation. Even if the Earth Armament Tribe sent only [-]% of their combat power to try, they would be exposed. Another troublesome thing was that in the dark, women, children and Qinu couldn't stand the fright, and if he was frightened, he would run away and never come back.

"Can you lure some people first and take the initiative to walk into the battlefield I set?" Gao Feng thought again, and suddenly, the inspirations from the front and back were connected together. I am afraid that he will play tricks, the enemy hiding in the dark is the most troublesome, but once the enemy in the dark stands in the open?

The ground armada walked back and forth in front of the tribal warriors, holding a rare tusk knife in his hand. This tusk knife was brand new, but everyone present knew that it was the ground armada who killed the tusk beast with his own hands. The spoils of war, among the fang beasts in the valley, the ground armada beheaded the most powerful fang beast alone, and obtained this fang knife that was one-third longer than other fang knives.

Amid the shaking of the giant fang knife, more than a dozen tribal slaves were kneeling on the ground in panic. They all escaped from the mountain when they were defeated. Warriors never run away in battle, but slaves do.

"Jacob died just like that? He died at the hands of a group of guys who were not as numerous as you?" The ground arm has always been generous and kind, so the tribal warriors below are not very afraid of him, but the ground arm also has its own bottom line. Anyone who touches his bottom line will face his shocking wrath.

The armada's voice was neither harsh nor bloodthirsty. It was an ordinary sentence that fell into the ears of the slaves, but made them tremble together, while the surrounding tribal warriors stared angrily at these fleeing guys.

"Over the Black Claw tribe, I didn't let you rush to the front line. I know that you are all warriors' family members. To deal with the Black Claw tribe, I only need my strongest warriors..."

The words were still as plain as water, but they managed to arouse the pride of the warriors, and they straightened up their strong and bulging chest muscles together.

"But I didn't expect that the warriors died in battle, but you came back intact?"

The ground arm is like a master manipulating the hearts of warriors. The next moment, all the tribal warriors aroused even stronger anger. If they hadn't respected the authority of the ground arm, they might have rushed forward to tear up those slaves.

"Tell me, what should I do with you?" Suddenly, the ground armada stopped, raised its tusk knife and pointed at these cowards and asked coldly.

"Kill them, kill them, the tribe doesn't need cowards..." Suddenly, a tribe warrior stood up and roared loudly, his blood-red eyes seemed to be split open, and the big yellow teeth that loomed under the firelight were like the fangs of a wild beast. Those cowards couldn't help crying and begging.

In the midst of begging for mercy, the ground armada suddenly laughed, halfway through the laugh, suddenly became ruthless.

"You are worse than Qinu. They also know that wilderness people don't need to beg for mercy. They originally wanted to give you a chance to die in battle. Now, I decided..."

The ground armada was about to say his decision, but his eyes narrowed suddenly. He saw the faint light of fire on the hilltop in the distance, and a playful smile hung on the corner of his mouth again.

"The master of the slaves stood up and handed it over to you..."

Di Zhu did not do it himself. Behind him, the masters of these slaves are their immediate relatives. They feel humiliated and wronged. It is a joke of the tribe to have such a relative of slaves. In order to clear the name, these relatives They were more ruthless than anyone else. Amidst the sound of begging for mercy, a muffled sound of chopping bones and screams resounded through the wilderness.