C2

The sun was always hidden behind the clouds, emitting a scorching heat. The air on the ground was twisted and distorted under the high temperature, like a stream of air on a furnace. The wall, which was as red as the sky, blocked the view of the mountain peak.

He could only look out to the distance with the teenager who had not become a brave warrior and dream about what was outside. However, the youths of the Western Wilderness dreamed that they would be able to walk out as a tribal warrior while he wanted to hide in a small place. He found himself in a cramped room.

The huge wooden houses, the walls with their red sand peeling off their outer layers, the sturdy slaves bustling in front of their doors, and the occasional brave tribal warrior strutting about arrogantly, created a vivid picture that allowed him, an outsider, to size everything up.

The savages had different views on beauty and mountain peaks. They liked strong women, and the closer they were to the bear, the more they liked it. Only strong women could give birth to healthy boys, and could survive in the barren lands of the Western Wilderness.

Gao Feng had always thought that if a woman from the wilderness surpassed the level of a bear and reached the level of a pig, then she would be the goddess of the dreams of all men from the wilderness. So here, the taller and stronger woman was the more valuable she was as a man.

Big Claw went into the rock's nest yesterday and made his most beloved slave girl. Today, Stone went to find Black Claw for his theory, and Black Claw gave him 20 baskets of sandy-jujube noodles. Three claws, you can try it, since you're the son of Black Claw, and even if you get caught, you'll still have Black Claw …

"Fang Kou, shut up, don't mention this to me …" Finally, Feng Feiyun couldn't hold himself back. He didn't want to show any other emotion towards this youth called Chi Ya, but it didn't mean he wanted to accept a servant girl that didn't care about her physique other than her strong and robust appearance.

The previous three claws weren't like this. Like the other teenagers, they secretly ran to the rooftops to see other kinds of battles that could make their blood boil. Many times, they would pull him along, or else he wouldn't be thinking about these things all day.

At this moment, they had already arrived at the training field, a place to train their combat skills. In front of them, there were already hundreds of youths and children of different ages learning, and amidst a series of childish shouts, wooden carvings and spears were waving about in the red dust that filled the sky.

The mountain peak and broken teeth did not enter, but went straight into the big house in the training field. The big house could accommodate hundreds of people to sit on their knees, and was one of the largest buildings in the tribe. Huge logs supported the wide hall.

The hall was not refined or elegant, but was actually rough and sturdy. The old wood was colourful, and had countless years of history accumulated within it. Many places had old gaps and muddy black stains, proving that this place had once been baptized in the flames of war.

Cutter was a man who moved his mouth more than his hands. His mouth never stopped talking along the way. If he wasn't talking about a servant's butt being too big, then he was talking about someone's milk. Zi Yuan felt as if his mind was filled with nothing but a woman's ass and milk. However, when he walked into the hall where more than a hundred youths were seated, he immediately became solemn and solemn, like a devout believer. He carefully walked to the edge of the hall and found a place to sit.

In the tribe, the warriors of the tribe were all bald, while the teenagers were all wearing long, uniform hair that fell behind their heads. At a glance, they looked like they were made out of the same mold, wearing the same pants and pants that had just appeared on their upper bodies. Their hair was also disheveled, and they had the same solemn expression on their faces.

In succession, new teenagers came in, and Feng Ji secretly observed the decorations in the main hall and the crowd's expressions. The teenagers didn't say anything, but stood in a circle surrounding the warriors of the tribe, with their bulging pecs and hearts different from other warriors, and their black paint had the pattern of sharp claws, just like the name of the tribe. The tribe was called Black Claw Tribe, only one person could be called Black Claw, and the most powerful warrior in the tribe was also the unique leader, Feng's father, Black Claw.

It was a rebellious period in his youth, and every youngster had their own dreams and arrogance. They could laugh at the other brave warriors, because they believed that one day, they would also become a warrior, but they would not dare to underestimate Black Claw, because Black Claw was the one and only protector of the tribe.

It was different from the others because it was not only the leader, but also his nominal father. Black Claw was the only warrior with long hair in the tribe, and he did not have to be afraid of getting his head cut off. His lion like hair was slightly curled like the peak, but his handsome face had a maturity and vicissitudes that could not be seen at the peak, and the peak was like the young transformation of Black Claw.

What made the heart palpitate the most was not the aura he emitted, but his right arm that was completely different from ordinary people. It was a deformed claw like arm, and every fingernail was like a sharp blade flashing with a dark metal luster. This was the real reason why Black Claw could become the leader, Black Claw …

When everyone was present, Black Claw suddenly opened his eyes, his stern and sharp gaze sweeping across the faces of every single one of the youths. In the midst of this substantial coldness, every single one of the youths could not help but tighten their chrysanthemum, almost to the point of peeing in fright from the awe-inspiring power contained in his eyes. Many of them were trembling slightly, but no one dared to avoid his eyes, as this was the first stage of their assessment.

The moment when Black Claw's eyes met with Feng Feiyun's, the memory of Feng Feiyun and Three Claws merged together, returning back to the time when Feng Feiyun was only twelve years old, with the sinister and cold eyes of the Sand Wolf in front of him, and Black Claw standing on top of the hole on the ground, looking down at his son's duel with the Sand Wolf with its coldest eyes.

The moment the memory merged together, it was hard to tell if it was due to his state of mind or his state of mind. He could not help but shake, but a trace of disappointment flashed across Hei Shou's eyes.

"You …" "You, and you …" Get out! quot;

The boy he had called out collapsed onto the ground, while the black-clawed warrior who was standing like a statue of a warrior with a long blade walked into the middle of the group of teenagers and dragged every single one of the eliminated youngsters out by their hair. The youngsters' faces were deathly pale, and some of them were even dragged away, but there were still lines of water on the ground below them, but they did not dare to cry or beg for mercy. In the Western Wilderness, tears, crying, begging for mercy, and even pity were useless things.

He knew why these people were dragged away, it was because when Black Claw was examining them, he subconsciously trembled in fear, but the only exception was him. He was also one of the trembling people, or was afraid that the monster Black Claw would see through his true face, or was afraid that he would not pass the assessment.

He raised his head and saw a young man about one or two years old looking at him mockingly. The young man had the same medium hair as him, but his face was as hard as a stone sculpture, and there was the shadow of a black claw on his stone-hard face.

That young man was his elder brother, Big Claw. The scar on Big Claw's face was left behind from the three previous claws, and before that, Big Claw had used a bone spike to pierce through the three claws' palm.

"After the red cloud disappears, the three barbarian tribes will be your target. Three heads will become the tribe warriors, Big Claw, Second Claw, and Three Claw will obtain five heads. No matter if it's my son or any other attendants, if they can't achieve their goal, they will be demoted to the Canon, take care of yourself …"

Black Claw didn't waste any time on words and quickly explained the purpose of summoning the youth. The next moment, all the youths simultaneously bowed and stood up before silently walking out the door.

The only thing he knew about in this world was that Black Claw would not give way just because he was the third claw, just like how a twelve-year-old wouldn't give up fighting a Sand Wolf just because he was the third claw's son …

Black Claw sat motionlessly on his seat like a mountain, his cold eyes swept across the bodies of his sons, and finally landed on the backs of Three Claws. In his heart, he couldn't help but feel angry, because the fragile person in his heart was not worthy to be called his son, and he really wanted to take away the only chance to take the exam in Three Claws.

"No matter what, he is still my son. He is also her son …"

Black Claw once again closed his eyes and fell into silence, as if the king of all beasts was taking a nap. Section error, click on this report (no registration), after reporting the maintenance personnel will correct chapter content within two minutes, please wait patiently, and refresh the page.