Doomsday Dark Age

"The barren people are coming.... High-speed update [ ] [ ~]" On the Fortress of Despair, the patriarch Yi looked at the overwhelming black tide in the distance, and muttered to himself. Giant slingshots ready to go, countless metal armors all over the body, and warriors holding long swords and iron shields are waiting in formation. Every 20 meters, there is a giant bed crossbow made of fine steel that unfolds a huge crossbow like a peacock spreading its tail. send she.

In addition, next to every warrior on the fence, there are two men in sackcloth. These men are carrying quiver and hand crossbow, looking in horror at the countless barren people spreading from a distance.

Just standing on the heavily guarded wall is already frightening, not to mention the tens of thousands of wilderness people gathered below, these refugees from the southern tribes are like wasps that have exploded their nests, running in a panic below, and faintly heard a huge explosion. howling and shouting.

The desolate people have arrived, and the door they expected has never been opened. After recovering, they find that all their weapons and supplies have been taken away except for the food that is about to rot. The conspiratorial and the brainless abandoned all their property, climbed the steep mountain, and fled to the top of the mountain.

More and more people are climbing like ants. In order to be one step ahead, some people wield their weapons and kill the people around them to fight for positions. The fear of the wild people makes them break the rules of the southern wilderness. There is no order, no rules, just like It's like the end of the world, everyone panicked, lost their minds, and just climbed to the way of life in their hearts. [Thanks for supporting the novel]( ·~ )

Amidst the rumbling sound, logs that could only be embraced by a few people, or a dozen or so people rolled down from the top of the mountain, like a boulder breaking through waves of water, knocking countless people into the air, crushing countless people, chasing countless people, Rolling, jumping, and colliding on the hillside to press down the hill.

Bloody roads woven with flesh, mud and blood meander behind the giant logs, and more giant logs are rolling down from the hills. Before the desolate people approached and showed their butcher knives, the tribesmen in the southern wilderness suffered heavy casualties under the attack of the Fortress of Despair. The huge log stained red by blood was put behind the surging human tide.

The huge collision was like a shell bombardment. Dozens or hundreds of people were thrown into the sky by the impact force of the log, rolled and fell to the surroundings, screaming, roaring, and crying loudly, in the bloody path of the corpse. In the middle, the lucky man knelt on the bloody hillside, stretched out his hands to the place where the logs continued to roll down, and begged humbly, as if asking the gods for salvation, but the logs were still rolling down. A huge shadow flashed in the corner of their eyes and knocked them out, and they flew in mid-air, tumbling and falling towards the ground where the heads were surging.

No one dared to climb anymore. Many people were knocked into the air and fell on the hillside like falling rocks. Many people were crushed by huge logs. Their flesh and bones were fused together. Under repeated rolling, they were embedded in the soil In the sand and dust, there were still people running frantically down the mountain, but they stumbled one after another, rolled and knocked over more people, and fell to the bottom of the mountain where countless people stepped under their feet. [ ]( ·~ )

The bloody massacre, this was a unilateral massacre from the Fortress of Despair, but it was the mercenaries recruited from the southern wilderness. It could not be compared with the well-equipped samurai. A sword can easily cut a person in half, and it can't be compared with the samurai followers. These men dressed in sackcloth are all ruddy and well-nourished, and the bows and crossbows in their hands can kill the enemy from a distance.

These ferocious people dressed in animal skins, or with only a piece of cloth to hide their shame, don't care whether the wailing, begging, and fleeing people below are of the same race and tribe as them, they just gritted their teeth and pushed the deadly logs one by one. Going down the mountain, there is only a smile on the corner of the mouth of the samurai who won the supervision.

If you ask who is the most miserable person in the world?That is the tribesmen who collapsed below. They gathered here, nothing else. They only wanted the Fortress of Despair to protect them, but they didn't expect that the savior in their hearts would take their lives before the legendary desolate people waved their butcher knives. Little life.

The barren people are the enemies of the wilderness tribes. This belief has been handed down hundreds of years ago. For hundreds of years, the southeast and western wildernesses have believed this way. The evil, arrogant, wretched, ugly, etc. A kind of negative vocabulary, the term tribal warrior was born on the corpse of the barren people, but they did not expect that when the barren men really came, the things they relied on suddenly collapsed.

There are all kinds of people, not everyone dares to resist, at least there is a group of people on the outermost periphery. When they are in the future of the barren people, they line up in a neat battle formation and launch a torsion bed crossbow that is not too heavy. , took out the crossbow bolts they had always treasured, and made final preparations.

These people are tribes that have not yet been dispersed. They are unlucky and come a step late. They can only be at the outermost edge. When the barren come, they have the least chance of entering the Fortress of Despair. Desperation actually arouses the desire to die , I would rather die in battle with honor like my ancestors, than be hacked to death from the back by barren people in a panic.

But when they saw the huge crimson logs knocking hundreds of tribesmen into the air behind them, their agitated determination to die quickly deflated like a deflated balloon. People in the distance have already started to slow down their pace, getting closer to each other.

One side formed a one-word defensive formation that was several kilometers long, while the other side formed a massive offensive formation like a sharp blade. The collision between the two sides was only between Xumi, and the patriarch Yi and countless warriors on the wall were looking forward to it. During this collision, I was surprised to see that the tribes that were preparing to meet the enemy collapsed across the board, opening gaps one by one, and put down their weapons uniformly.

"I knew this group of bastards were unreliable..." The patriarch Yi said these words disdainfully, while the warriors around him were astonished, they all looked at the group of heavy casualties under the crushed log under the mountain...

The patriarch Yi's declaration revealed his ignorance and indifference, which chilled the hearts of the people below. The desolate people did not start killing for no reason, but drove all the tribesmen who surrendered to the side, and did not even confiscate their weapons. After more people waited and watched, they walked towards the deserted man carefully.

The two thinking patterns caused a change of ebb and flow. In the eyes of the patriarch Yi, the tribal people are just a group of useless ants, while on the side of the barren people, these people are a source of soldiers, labor force, and a supplement to combat power. I feel that the patriarch Yi successfully handed over the power of tens of thousands of his own forces.

The imaginary attack did not start, and the desolate people rushed over, and even the swords and guns were not stained with blood, and they got their first victory today. The tribes gathered here almost accounted for less than half of the population of the wealthy southern wilderness. They, barren people, need quite a bit of time, so they ignore the Castle of Despair.

At the same time, the North Dragon Canyon also ushered in the power of the wilderness. It is funny to say that the wilderness likes to get together, and when they see someone coming this way, they follow them, and the fleeing tribesmen don't even care whether they send the wilderness together or not. Also provoke over.

Just like this, the number of barren people who came this time was not many, and the number was more than [-]. When the police report came from afar, the people below panicked. There were always people who didn’t see the coffin and didn’t cry, thinking that there was still enough time Think about it clearly, so after others are relatives or slaves, or run to the back, they still stay where they are, and when the desolate people come, they will be in chaos.