"You don't have a chance......." As soon as he walked out of the gate, Da Claw took two steps forward and leaned into Gao Feng's ear and said, and after speaking, he ignored Gao Feng and strode forward.

Looking at Gao Feng with open teeth, and then at the back of the big claw, I don't know what the big claw means, but Gao Feng understands that he was discovered by the big claw because he was trembling, and the big claw decided that he could not pass the assessment and would definitely be reduced to a slave.

Thinking of the fate of the Covenant Slave, Gao Feng's palm felt a burning pain, the composition of the Black Claw tribe is simple, the leader, the tribal warrior, has not yet become the attendant of the warrior, and the remaining class is the pro-slave and the Covenant slave.

The status of the slave is above the slave, and they are the followers of the warriors, they are the attendants who fail the assessment, and most of them are the relatives or friends of the tribal warriors, which is equivalent to the identity of the steward and the servant, if the slave makes a contribution one day, it is also possible to turn into a tribal warrior.

And the Kinus are the most miserable of the people, most of them are slaves after the defeat, sinners who have committed mistakes, wanderers caught from the wilderness, who have no clothes to cover their bodies, who are not able to fill their stomachs, who drink the dirtiest water, who have no house for them to live in, and who can only bury themselves in animal dung heaps to keep warm in the coldest nights of the wilderness, like a swarm of filthy and smelly rats.

"Three claws, if I fail, you can take me as a slave, I will give you a horn, and I won't let you feed ...... in vain." Huoya didn't have the confidence to kill three desolate warriors at once, so he couldn't help but say, Gao Feng frowned slightly, and said in confusion: "How can you think that I can succeed?" ”

"Because you're a three-clawed ......." Huoya replied with a serious face.

"Because I'm Three-Pawed? Am I Three Claws or Peak? Who the hell am I? Gao Feng slammed the door shut, looking at yīn's dark and stuffy space and roaring in his heart, but no one could answer him, he was in this small room. Walking frantically around the cramped room, desperately looking for answers, who is he?

The headache that made his head hurt more and hurt again, Gao Feng hugged his head and let out a heart-rending howl, the invasion of the headache made him feel that he was about to split, everything in the small room was spinning, even the bed began to spin, in the lens that seemed to split out countless fast, he saw a strange and hideous face was howling wildly, like a wounded beast, countless self, countless portraits that were not themselves, constantly spinning in front of his eyes in the howl, spinning .......

In this intense pain, beads of sweat the size of soybeans appeared on the skin of his whole body, and he wanted to give up more than once, but the indifferent eyes of the black claws, and the fate of the slave made him grit his teeth and continue to persevere.

The picture flickered faster and faster in his mind, new information came to him like a fountain, many things that he had neglected were remembered, and suddenly, he remembered the important thing.

Lying on the ground in pain, Gao Feng wriggled like a worm, he wanted to find his true self and solve the troubles he was about to encounter, but he didn't expect that the fragments of memory had no way to solve the difficulties, even so, he didn't despair in his heart, at least, he was no longer as dazed as before, and he had more confidence in himself, and after surviving the pain that made his head about to explode, his mind was also a lot stronger, at least he dared to face his current self.

Slowly crawling to the bed, clasping the bed board with both hands and turning over to the bed, staring at the flat metal box across the head of the bed and gasping loudly, just such a movement, like a juicer, drained all his strength, and the vertigo blurred everything in front of him, he had to stare hard so that he would not see anywhere else.

He knew what it was, a first-aid kit that he didn't know how many years he had forgotten, a thing where reality and memory overlapped, maybe it didn't matter to his current difficulties, but it made him feel a little more confident in finding himself, he was him, not three claws, not someone else, but Gao Feng.

The box is rusty and mottled, and the hidden edge of the dark lock is integrated with the box under the rust wrap, which is extremely difficult to find without careful observation, find out the fine sharp steel wire, and slowly cut the rust on the dark lock, revealing the bright metal bottom sè, sweat flows down the head door to the tip of the nose, slightly suspended, and then drips onto the box and splashes a wet mark.

Speckled sweat continued to spill on the box, and Gao Feng let out a sigh of relief and finally opened the box.

Gao Feng wanted to find something that coincided with his memory, but he accidentally found the yellow paper that was black, and at this moment his heart was filled with curiosity, forgetting the pain before, and focusing on uncovering the yellow paper, looking for his true inner self.

The pistol wrapped in clotted butter appeared in front of him, and the moment this pistol appeared, his pupils suddenly narrowed, and he had an unexpected familiarity with the black precipitated pistol, although the picture in his mind did not have a specific impression, but he felt that he had seen the most beloved treasure.

Don't think about how the first aid kit can become a weapon box, the pistol after stripping off the butter is cold and heavy, holding it in his hand, in this strange world, he has a long-lost sense of security, as if with a weapon in his hand, he can face any challenge, even if the black claw does not have to be afraid, of course, this sense of security is false, but it is more useful than task encouragement, let him forget the fear of becoming a slave, forget the dazed and panic of being in a strange world.

Yellow, orange and orange bullets withdrew from the chamber of the gun, as if admiring peerless jewels, greedily scanning each bullet, the right hand holding the gun was strong and powerful, and the feeling of holding a cold weapon was actually different, the pistol was like an extension of his arm, allowing him to grasp this cold killing weapon for the first time.

In addition to a pistol, two magazines, and a fifty centimeter-long sharp serrated saber in the box, this weapon is also familiar to him, but it is not as big as the feeling brought by the pistol, pick up the saber, subconsciously flip and circle between the fingers, instantly grasp the center of gravity and use of this saber, a new feeling crossed his heart, he seems to remember that at a certain moment, the same saber swirled in his hand, cutting through the neck ...... of heavily armed enemies.

"Heh......, it turns out that the real me is not simple......." The killing fragment flashed by, causing an eruption of sharp pain in the head, and in this sharp pain, the expression on Gao Feng's face did not change at all, but narrowed his eyes as if he was enjoying it, just like the black claws exuding a cold killing intent.

Suddenly opened his eyes, the original dazed and panic were all gone, a little more sharp perseverance, although at the moment I still can't figure out where I came from, but my heart is no longer at a loss, and I finally have the determination to take the initiative to walk out of the door.

Thinking that he was about to set off in the afternoon to meet the unknown challenge, Gao Feng slowly adjusted himself, dissipating all the depression that had accumulated during the time, this kind of adjustment was not taught to him, but he spontaneously comprehended, as if it was originally hidden in the depths of his body, just like a veteran who has experienced a hundred battles enjoying the most comfortable aftermath.

While adjusting the state, his eyes were staring at the flowers in the corner of the room, which was a waste plant recognized by the wilderness, the wood flower, and the most beautiful flower he had ever seen, the light blue petals were like a girl's orchid fingers were naturally bent, with a pure and pleasant mellow flower language, the wilderness people did not know how to appreciate, but he moved this flower that could resist the heat and cold into the room, just because in the confusion, he still had a heart to discover beauty.

In the unknown, the wood flower is not enough for him to put aside the worries in his heart to appreciate the beauty, the main reason is that he has an indescribable closeness to this wood flower, and there seems to be some kind of unimaginable connection between the two sides, which is also his main pastime these days.

Squatting in front of the wooden flowers, gently caressing the silky smoothness. Run's petals, the palm of his left hand began to burn again, like the feeling of baking on a charcoal block, but under his palm was a delicate and fragile wooden flower, obviously, this effect did not come from external forces, but from himself.

As usual, I calmly levitated my left hand over the flower, feeling the growing heat, hoping for something to happen, the heat has a critical point, and whenever it comes to a critical moment, it will always stagnate until it slowly disappears.

I don't know if there is a wound in the palm of the palm, and it is the wound that stops the burning from heating up, and I can't help but think of the dream, when the three claws were seven years old, for a very ordinary gerbil meat, the big claw pierced a sharp bone spur into the palm of the three claws, and the three claws were like a lion cub in severe pain, and the bone spurs were pulled out and pierced through the big claw's cheeks, leaving a scar that was difficult to eliminate for a lifetime.

When he thought about this, all his memories came to an end, he didn't know what happened behind the road, he didn't know what kind of hatred made the young three-claw hurt so much? I can't help but pour out a wave of anger and rush into my brain, I can't wait to rush out of the claw to kill the big claw now, and for a while the peak will suppress this anger in his heart, this is the hatred of the three claws, not his peak, even if this body is three claws, but the controller is him, and he does not allow the residual thoughts of the three claws to take away the initiative.

The moment of trance made him forget the palm on the petals, and suddenly, the palm shook and turned into a cold coldness, making him think that today's experiment had failed again, but he didn't expect that the delicate wood flower also withered, like the withered grass of the next year, and in his palm, there were light blue droplets of water suspended.

The water droplets the size of peanuts are the essence contained in the wood flowers, under the idea of the peak, like a smart ball of light lingering and flying at the fingertips, and the next moment, it was thrown to the wall with a wave of his hand and turned into a little water stain, but it exuded a pungent and unpleasant smell, which made him cry and laugh, and it was a stupid thing.

Gao Feng looked at the dry wood flower strangely, and the information of the wood flower flashed in his heart, the wood flower is not uncommon in the wilderness, it blooms during the day, and closes the stamen at night to resist the severe cold, and it contains poison xìng, whether it is insects or beasts, it will not eat it, even if it is not used as firewood, it will emit smoke like a biological weapon, turning the kitchen into a hell.

The experiment was considered a success, but for Gao Feng, it didn't mean anything, and there was not even a surprise for this incredible ability, the wood flower was still a wood flower, even if he refined the eye-catching essence, he didn't dare to devour it, and he couldn't get any benefit from it, which made people a little disappointed.

Just as he was breathing wildly at this little setback, there was a shout from outside: "Three-claw, let's go get weapons and armor, if we go late, the good things will be gone......." ”