Doomsday Dark Age

Just three or five steps away, the beautiful sister behind her suddenly grabbed Tianzhuo's sleeve, causing Tianzhuo to frown slightly, and then the beautiful sister's snow-white fingers pointed to the surrounding roofs, looking around, the slightly higher roofs were standing Holding a Jialuo, Tianzhuo gasped a few more breaths.

Tianzhuan doesn't know how many houses there are in his tribe, and where thousands of people live, there are quite a few people who can stand there. It's so dense that it's just the No. 17 son of the Lei Jie family traveling. Each of the sixteen is like this, wouldn't it be possible to form a Galo army of thousands of people together?If the young ones act like this, if the old ones do the same, then the number of thousands will be increased tenfold?

Thinking of this result, all the arrogance in Tianzhuo's heart disappeared completely. Looking at the background of Fengchenye in front of him, he was a little more grateful. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, even if he killed Tianzhuo, he would never have imagined that there would be so many Jia Luo in this world?

Suppressing all his thoughts, Tianzhuo winked at the other Jia Luo, and followed respectfully, secretly apprehensive in his heart, fearing that His Highness the Seventeenth would be offended, turning his hands over to turn the entire tribe into ashes. After making some hopes, His Royal Highness Seventeen is unparalleled, and he only relies on the family's protection, not his own real ability. Gao Feng is different. He doesn't benefit Gao Feng much, but he gets a lot of benefits from Gao Feng.

A good ancestor can shelter you for a while, but if you pay back your duties, you will live a rich life on the foundation of your ancestors. If you are restless and ignorant of current affairs, you will inevitably drag down the entire family and turn into ashes. Having a good son is different. Naturally talented, he can naturally create a career, and some benefits will not shorten his parents, and he may even become a good ancestor for others.

Thinking about it this way, Tianzhuo was calm, with no waves on his face, neither resentful nor frightened, he followed behind calmly and walked towards the meeting hall of the Tianzhuo tribe that had been passed down for many years, and was not occupied by others at all. Resentment.

As the team stopped, they saw that the large square was full of water marks, and the wet stone slabs reflected a glimmer of light. The [-]-meter-high ground is paved and an antique back seat is placed.

These things are not from the Tianzhu tribe, and I don’t know which caring subordinate of His Highness the Seventeenth took the pains to move down from the airship to honor the master. His Highness Seventeen will naturally not be polite. The others were like courtiers, standing on the left and right, with four beautiful maids competing for beauty standing behind them, and the only one, Rishan Jialuo, separated His Highness Seventeen from the others and controlled the audience.

His Royal Highness Seventeen's delicate and handsome face remained calm, no one could guess what he was thinking, but from the unfriendly eyes, it could be seen that he was really in a bad mood.

Feng Chenye stepped forward first, bowed slightly to His Royal Highness the Seventeenth, and after expressing respect, said loudly:

"It was discovered that His Highness's flagship was three days ago. The Tianzhu tribe responded immediately and sent warriors to hunt it down. Unfortunately, those people were too cunning. They only killed some insignificant miscellaneous soldiers and let the master run away. It's..."

Most of what Feng Chenye said was to excuse the Tianzhuo tribe, but His Highness Seventeen didn't appreciate it, and snorted coldly:

"A large tribe can't keep a floating airship with less than a hundred people? What a joke, let that sky claw come up, let me ask what's going on?"

His Royal Highness Seventeen's cruel and ruthless Feng Chenye knew a long time ago, if Tianzhuo is His Highness Seventeen's confidant, it's okay to say, if not, His Highness Seventeen doesn't care what the reason is, he will kill him first, just to vent his anger .

His Royal Highness the Seventeenth and Feng Chenye vaguely heard Bai Tianzhua's meeting, and suddenly felt resentment in his heart. His Royal Highness Seventeen is really not a son of man, and even made himself a scapegoat for no reason. No wonder he put on such a big posture, not to find a way Instead, they want to take the opportunity to destroy the hundreds of years of foundation of the Tianzhu tribe.

Tianzhuan knew that if he took this step, he would be close to death. His Highness the Seventeenth could just find a reason to kill him, but it was nothing more than a trivial matter. From the coldness and irritability in His Highness's eyes, it can be seen that the other party wanted to resist himself. That would justify the destruction of all of Westfall.

Thinking of how many battles in the western wilderness, how many people died to get to where we are today, and thinking of Gao Feng's hard work, how much material and energy he spent, gradually developing from the original dangerous situation, with the current foundation, no matter what, Tianzhu Outsiders are not allowed to destroy.

Without any hesitation, Tianzhuo took a step forward, and when he took this step, dozens of hundreds of air mechanisms suddenly locked him, whether it was Jia Luo who was on guard on the surrounding roofs, or Jia Luo who was standing under His Royal Highness Seventeen, all of them Looking at Tianzhuo, he warned him without any scruples that if he did anything wrong, he would be beaten to a pulp by dozens of Jia Luo at the same time.

Feng Chenye looked at Tianzhuo regretfully, and he also knew that it was useless to talk too much. His Highness Seventeen did not come to find the airship at all. Just because His Highness Seventeen did not call Tianzhuo and him in the airship, it can be seen that there are so many Galo To dispatch, His Royal Highness Seventeen brought about three-quarters of the force, not to mention picking up a few low-ranking Jia Luo, even attacking a middle-level family with regrettable Jia Luo would be effortless.

Sister Meili, Huaman and others watched Tianzhuo go out, and the anger of the rabbit died and the fox was suddenly aroused in their hearts. They couldn't help but took a step forward and wanted to hold Tianzhu, but were restrained in place by the coercion from the sky, and looked up. , On the roof of the nearby building, a fierce one-eyed Jia Luo was looking at them with disdain. His eyes were full of teasing and provocation. Luo firmly suppressed it, as if Mount Tai was pressing down on the top.

A few weak Garo people were the first to be unable to hold on, kneeling on the ground with their hands on the ground, trembling all over, drops of cold sweat oozed from their foreheads and nose bridges, condensed on the tip of their noses and then fell down, followed by the barbaric wait for two and a half Bu Xianfeng, they supported for a little longer, and the pressure they suffered was ten times that of the previous Gala. When they fell, they didn't even have a chance to kneel down, and passed out one after another.

Only Sister Meili still persisted, and the bursts of coercion made her inflate like an inflated balloon. She tightened the special leather jacket on her body, and transformed into a super fat girl. The layers of fat hanging from the chin trembled layer upon layer, and Jun Jialuo felt tired watching it, and suddenly withdrew the pressure and disappeared in place. A wave of persistence, without the external coercion, but lost the stubbornness of the previous persistence, and hit the ground with one ass.

Tianzhuan knew what had happened without looking back, and there was an unprecedented sadness in his heart. The ordinary people who fell to the ground behind them sounded like thunder and thunder. Tianzhuan was not angry, not even angry. Any changes in expression remained the same before, and under the supervision of dozens of Jia Luo, he walked towards His Royal Highness the Seventeenth.

Tianzhuan knew that he couldn't make any rash moves. If he changed a little, he would give those Jialuo an excuse to kill him. Once he made a move, the whole tribe would be destroyed. Even if he dies, he can't drag the tribe down.

The Seventeenth Highness's cold and indifferent eyes did not pay attention to Tianzhuo, but only glanced at the buildings of the Tianzhuo tribe. He was in a position where he could overlook the entire Tianzhuo tribe, and he could even cross the wall and see the green fields outside. A bit of loneliness has emerged, showing lazy decadence.

"Your Highness Seventeen, the son of Tianzhuo is Your Excellency Xuantian, and Lord Youming has officially become Lieshan Jialuo. As the direct descendant of the Xuanye family, Lishan, she has already taken charge of Xuanye's Anbu, and she can become a foreign aid..."

Fengchenye saw Tianzhuo with a calm face but surrounded by death breath, and couldn't help pleading with His Highness Seventeen again, no matter what, Tiantianzhuo treated him very politely these days, and he also admired Tianzhuo for the exchanges these days, Born in a small tribe, crossing the wilderness, and building such a large foundation, I never had any supplies, and I grew up to be a mid-level leader through groping without any guidance. people regret.