"Ready, all ready..." A hidden call came from not far away, and all the slaves and attendants rose, except for the warriors of the tribe who sat on the ground to rest, drinking all the water they had saved, and their eyes showed a bloodthirsty fierce light.

Gao Feng looked up at the sky, only to find that the red cloud had turned into a black shadow.

The excitement before the war permeated everyone's heart, but it did not include the peak, he had been thinking about his ability to refine plants in the team, this ability was different from the mutation of the black claw, it was more hidden, and there would be no sequelae of physical deformity, although it was not so intuitive combat power, but it could have a wider range of paths.

The team began to move, each attendant was asked to bite a wooden stick, the dark mountain peak road was rugged, many of the attendants fell with blue skin and swollen faces, but they did not dare to spit out the wooden sticks when they died, they could only let out a muffled snort, the tribal warriors and slaves were much calmer than the attendants who had never been in battle, at least they would not be injured by falling.

The sound of wheezing of different thicknesses echoed in the ranks of nearly a thousand people, and the small sound of swords and guns clashing was extremely crisp in the silent night, making the extremely nervous attendants tremble, afraid that the desolate people 1,500 meters away would hear it.

Gao Feng skillfully walked through the rugged mountain road, but his thoughts were not focused on the common goal of everyone, the Desolate Tribe, and he had a question in his heart, why did the Desolate Tribe not have the habit of changing the guard, thus giving the Blackclaw Tribe an opportunity?

When the Blackclaw tribe marched towards the desolate tribe in the dark, the desolate tribe did not fall into a sleeping slumber as Blackclaw thought, and the heavily armed desolate warriors stood quietly in the direction of the blackclaw warriors, holding their weapons tightly and waiting for something, and behind them, a series of trebuchets that were ready to fire shè had been placed with incendiary bombs mixed with straw and grease.

The leader of the desolate people is called the night demon, and he has an unusual height and size, standing among the desolate warriors who are 1.7 meters tall and 1.8 meters tall, like a giant.

The Night Demon is the protector of the Desolate Tribe, a large tribe of 3,000 people who migrated from the depths of the wilderness, in this tribe, the Night Demon is the unique king of these 3,000 people, and everyone in the tribe is terrified by their joy and anger.

The height of the night demon is more than two meters, so that the warriors around him dare not get too close, compared to the other warriors sardine-like crowded, there is a loose space around the night demon, a space that is enough to make him feel authoritative and comfortable, looking at the dark night sè, the night demon's ugly and rough face is fierce and hideous, so that the only guy standing next to him who is not a desolate person can't help but swallow dry saliva, for him, just standing next to the night demon can feel the pressure.

"They really only have more than three hundred official warriors?" The night demon's deep voice was like the wail of a night owl, and it made people feel a strong horror in their hearts, and the person he spoke to was the tribesman next to him who was not covered in bones.

"The Blackclaw Tribe only has a total of eight hundred tribal warriors, and it is necessary to leave manpower to defend the lair, so only so many manpower can be dispatched..." Under the great pressure of the night demon, this man did not dare to slack off, and quickly answered, but he did not expect that his answer The night demon was not satisfied, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the person's neck and lifted it into the air.

The Night Demon's big hands were like jīng steel claws, clasping his neck so that he couldn't breathe, and in the huge suffocation, he kicked and slapped his legs repeatedly, making the most difficult struggle before suffocating.

The night demon showed an obsessive look in the faint light of fire, he stared at the man's desperate eyes, revealing a joyful luster, no one likes to control the life and death of others more than him, and no one knows how to appreciate the moment of pain and despair of others better than him.

"Plop ......." The night demon threw the man to the ground at the moment when he was about to suffocate to death, and without waiting for the man to breathe fresh air from the dry lungs, the night demon slowly squatted in front of him, and said coldly: "I don't need to speculate, how many are as many, no one can be hidden, you are just a messenger, I will kill you, and I won't say anything over there, don't treat me as an idiot..." ”

"Ahem..., three hundred and fifty tribal warriors, four hundred pro-slaves, and one hundred and twenty attendants, this is all their strength."

The guy who was almost alive no longer dared to hide anything, and the night demon did not move, and the fierce look in his eyes became even colder, and he stood up abruptly, and shouted to the warriors beside him: "I will make a wine cup out of their heads, a throne out of their bones, and a tent out of their human skins." ”

A roar suddenly resounded through the tribe of the desolate people, and the next moment, countless shouts echoed.

The hurricane-like shout resounded in the night, and in the next second, more than a dozen scarlet fireballs rose from the Desolate Tribe, dragging a dazzling trajectory, and smashed into the Blackclaw Tribe like meteors, shattering and scattering countless burning sparks.

Each spark was a bright torch, illuminating the reality of the tribesmen's reality, and at this time, the tribesmen's warriors were already within two hundred meters of the Desolate Tribe, and the sudden blow made them stunned.

One by one, the tribal warriors with flames burning all over their bodies wailed and roared like humanoid torches, looking at these people, Gao Feng's sealed memory valve was suddenly pushed open, and in his memory, on the battlefield full of flames, countless bursting fireballs flashed like neon lights, illuminating the night sky as scarlet as blood, just like the day in this world.

A familiar or unfamiliar comrade-in-arms rolled and struggled in the flames, the explosion of the air wave blew the wailing comrades-in-arms into the air, and then turned into scattered limbs and fell, there was not even the possibility of piecing together the corpse, the shuttle bullet rain, in the explosion of firelight, formed countless straight chains of light, whipped on his bunker, splashed countless bullet casings .......

"Three-claw..., run..." An exclamation resounded on Gao Feng's eardrums, and Gao Feng looked at the frightened Fangfang in a trance, the attendants around him had collapsed, and in front of and behind them, countless torches and shouts rained down.

In the burning flames, the warriors of the tribe who were ignited by the flames wailed and roared, rolling out of the burning fire on the ground, and only then did someone realize that the sand under their feet was sprinkled with dry grass stained with grease, and the raging flames spread and surged like a stream of water, swallowing more places and exposing all the tribal warriors and slaves, as well as the attendants.

"Run, ......." Ah Da, who had a toothy tooth, rushed up, grabbed Gao Feng's arm, pulled hard, and ran backwards, Gao Feng couldn't help but run along, but turned his head to look behind him.

The desolate tribe was as bright as a fire, and the burning fireballs rose into the night sky one after another, rolling with a dazzling trajectory, flying towards this side like a meteor, and when they turned around, they exploded in the middle of the scattered warriors, and there were people everywhere, and they couldn't tell who was a warrior and who was a slave, and they didn't know where the black claws were.

"Defeated?" An inexplicable shame echoed in Gao Feng's heart, this shame had nothing to do with the Black Claw Tribe, nothing to do with the Desolate Tribe, just the strange emotions in his heart, at this moment, his chaotic memories coincided with everything in front of him, and the battlefield where the bullets rained down also coincided with the western wilderness of Mars.

"We're done, woo" another exclamation, and the routs saw hundreds of murderous skeletons and bones behind them, rushing towards them like ghosts, and in the midst of the innumerable torches, every desert warrior was like a ghost crawling out of a grave, which made them feel terrified in their hearts.

The seemingly childish livery of the tribal warriors was like the last straw that broke the camel's back at this time, and the morale of the Blackclaw tribe completely collapsed.