It only took two and a half days for Gao Feng to leave the Sweet Water Well and lead people to the Blackclaw Tribe, but when he saw the ruined wall, he was stupid.

The fifty pro-slaves looked at each other, but they did not make a sound, and quietly arranged a neat phalanx, showing a hint of jīng sharpness.

Gao Feng didn't know what was going on here, but when he saw the wall collapsing and the tribe was dead and silent, his heart suddenly fell empty, as if he had lost something, no matter what, this was the first place he had come to this world to settle down, and it was also the place where his body grew.

Suddenly, Gao Feng woke up from a low sorrow, he thought of the red sand left in the tribe, thought of the family of Fangfang and the pole, and couldn't help but be anxious in his heart, quickened his pace, and trotted towards the tribe.

The fifty slaves behind him also raised their feet at the same time, and started to run like soldiers, but they only kept three steps before they began to crackle and messy.

Looking at the tribe from afar, it was like an abandoned gathering place, and the aftermath of black sè wafted, and the closer it gets, the more carefully Gao Feng can see the traces of the great war.

The traces of encampment on the sand date fields, the ground blackened by the flames, and the pits left by trebuchets.

Walking into a tribe that can no longer be recognized, first of all, there are mountains of corpses piled up under the wall, these corpses make Gao Feng's heart plench, not only men, but also children and women, but if you look closely, there are differences, the number of women is the least, the number of children is second, and the men in the prime of life are the most, and they are placed at the bottom,

The knives and guns were all searched, but the clothes on the dead people did not move, obviously, the Earth Rin tribe was richer than the Black Claw tribe, Gao Feng clearly remembered that leaving the Desolate tribe was, the ground was full of closed buttocks, bloody corpses.

Walking further, you can find that most of the houses are structurally intact, and even the beams have been retained, and even the roofs have not been burned through, and it seems that the Diqian tribe is in a hurry, and they are not even paying attention to setting fires.

The further he went, the fewer traces of the battle few, and when he reached the center of the square, he was surprised to see that the thirty-six totem poles were full of women's corpses, and the big claw also died here, but there were no other people's corpses.

Talon died a miserable death, but not a cause for concern, and Gao Feng stood in the center of the plaza and looked around, trying to find the crowd hiding in the corner, but he saw nothing.

Fifty pro-slaves walked into this ghostly ruined tribe with left and right, marveling at the tall and majestic buildings, or peeking into the open door, and the various materials and food scattered on the ground, these things are all good things in the desolate tribe?

There are a lot of good things scattered on the ground, and the warriors of the ground are robbing them one after another. The robbery is not professional, Gao Feng sat on the old bloodstains in front of the door of the black claw room, and his heart was empty, not knowing what to think.

How did he go about explaining to Fangfang and Pole? Did he tell them that everyone had evaporated, including his own little red sand?

Thinking of the red sand, Gao Feng stood up abruptly and walked towards his property in the whistling breeze, the breeze stirred his hair, but he couldn't extinguish the anxiety in his heart.

When he saw his ruined house, he finally couldn't help but be furious, and suddenly stepped forward and kicked the only remaining wall, and heard a thud, and the dust and sand rushed him aside, which was the time for the slaves who had been idle, thinking that the time had come, rushed up, wielding their weapons to look for the enemy they had not seen.

"Get out," the frustrated peak shouted, letting the slaves roll aside, and rushed into the dust and sand, looking for anything that belonged to the red sand, until he saw the big pit behind him that had taken the things.

"Master, there are a lot of people's footprints behind, as well as animal feces, I pinched it, and the feces are still wet."

The slaves who were scattered around quickly discovered something new, and the slaves who reported to Gao Feng looked honest, and they couldn't see that they were painting white bone skeletons with fierce and evil looks.

"The Earth Tribe." Gao Feng gritted his teeth and stood up, he remembered what Black Claw had said in the Desolate Tribe, only the Earth Rand Tribe could have relocated everyone, maybe Red Sand and Fang, as well as the relatives of the pole, were inside?

Thinking of this, Gao Feng no longer hesitated, nor was he nostalgic for everything here, and shouted loudly: "Chase, chase to the edge of the sky..."

He smiled triumphantly at the migrating crowd, gave him a look of encouragement at every tribal warrior who walked in front of him, and let out a lewd laugh at the tribal warriors who moved his hands and feet at the women, as if he saw more tribal warriors being born by women and joining him in conquering the entire western wilderness.

The battle took a long time, but the losses were small, and the tribe without shelterers was vulnerable, and if he hadn't wanted to capture more people, he might have taken the Blackclaw tribe in half the time.

There are a lot of people who die in the Black Claw tribe, but there are even more who survive, almost all the contract slaves and most of the women have survived, in the eyes of the earth ramp, even the lowest contract slaves are useful, these people will be the most valuable wealth, and children, in a few years, they will wear off the traces of the Black Claw tribe and become the warriors of the earth ramp.

Countless supplies were carried by the large team and staggered forward, these materials were not valued by the ground ramp, but it did not mean that the warriors below did not like it, he once gave an order to conquer the Blackclaw tribe, and one-third of the supplies were distributed to the warriors below, so that they had motivation.

In the staggering forward team, the warriors of the Earth Rand Tribe are also rare, treating the people of the Black Claw Tribe with a not very rough attitude, at least, without killing one more person, which makes the people of the Black Claw Tribe much less resistant. In their hearts, the Black Claw is dead, so it is not too bad to merge into the Earth Rin Tribe.

As the team was advancing, a small team of people who were raising jīng was already impatient, and behind them, there was also a smaller force that was catching up.

"Earth, did they really give it to us?" The tribal elder who walked beside the earth rin asked in a tone of disbelief, the wilderness people never believe in the benefits of nothing, so the demographic dividend of more than 2,000 people makes his heart always unsteady.

His feeling is actually the feeling of the earth, but the earthly monster will not let him see it, pretending to be deep and forgetting the sky for a while, and the elders around him have also learned in a good way.

"You don't understand what they see, and I don't understand it, I just know that if you don't agree to them, the Earth Tribe will be destroyed, just like the current Blackclaw Tribe, and become someone else's spoils."

"Are they all Xianfeng?" The elder gasped when he heard this, and according to his identity, he knew something about the Gara people.

"They are not only Xianfeng, but also the Xianfeng of the family, and they are real big shots..." The earth rung lowered his head with a sigh and looked at the grains of sand under his feet, he felt that compared to those people, his not too weak protector was as small as sand.

"And what do they want?" The more the elder thought about it, the more frightened he became, no family could be provoked by a tribe, and the cooperation between the earth and the family made him feel entangled in his heart.

"I don't know what they want, the Western Wilderness, there is more than one tribe like us, they picked us, it was our luck, if they picked the black claws, maybe..."

Just like a two-choice question, even the wilderness people have to give in in front of an opponent who can't be resisted, and luckily, they are on the side of the winner, and if the winner chooses the black claw, they will be afraid of the consequences.

"I hope they will choose us forever," the elder said vaguely, not daring to continue on the subject.

"It's just weird, our strength is too small." The earth was half complaining, half helpless, but the ambition in his eyes was stronger than ever.