C21

"Now." "Retreat!" Chu Feng suddenly retreated, dodging a fangs knife. He once again charged forward, kicking the Barren's crotch, blocking his opponent's attack route. He shouted loudly, wanting to escape, now was the right time … …

"Reinforcements are here …" The next words came out of his mouth and changed again. Feng Feiyun suddenly became excited and rushed forward quickly. He grabbed onto the wild man's hair and kicked him heavily in the face …

With familiar shouts, the warriors of the tribe who had cleared the surrounding barbarians finally remembered that their goal was to attack the tribe. They rushed towards the tribe on their own, instantly attracting the majority of the barbarian warriors.

He had once despised the cowardice of Three Claws, but he had never thought that his third brother would bring him down to such a low level. Compared to the peak, he was nothing.

For this exam, his mom used the trump card his grandpa left behind, the two of them who were known as the forbidden race of the Western Wilderness. For this exam, his mom used the trump card his grandpa left behind, the two of them who were known as the forbidden race of the Western Wilderness.

What Gao didn't know was that the baby bones that he saw were not eaten by the tribe, but by the ghost-like poisoners. They were like ghosts wandering the wilderness, able to easily sneak into someone else's tribe, steal the baby and eat it while the mother was sleeping, and leave the bones in the cradle for the mother to experience the greatest pain and grief.

They believed that the flesh and blood of infants and the pain of mothers could give them the most powerful power, and the superstition that circulated in the wilderness was that in order to release a baby's soul, one had to carry around the bones that they left behind and transform the grievances that filled the bones.

In the western wilderness, where all kinds of legends were spread, the poisoner was a terrifying apostle ranked in the top ten. He was an evil person that would make all women wake up from their dreams.

The two baby devourers were standing in the shadows beside Big Claw. Their skin was dark, and only at night would they be able to find a place to hide. Even with the light of the fire, they were still able to hide in the shadows.

They killed all of the Wasteland warriors and slave girls who came to Big Claw's side, the only exception being those women who carried babies. They would only take the babies, but they would leave the women behind. Perhaps in the future, if the women gave birth to other children, they would be able to enjoy the most extreme delicacies in the world?

Big Claw was furious and conflicted as he looked at the mountain peak. However, when he heard the crunching sound of chewing behind him, he felt goosebumps all over his body. He did not even have the courage to turn around and look.

"Are we going?" Big Claw looked at the fighting peaks of the crowd with murderous intent, but he did not dare act rashly towards the two poisoners, and he no longer seemed to be bossing them around like one of the tribesmen.

"Don't worry, he will be drained of his blood sooner or later. If he just dies like this, it would be even better if we don't get exposed." The cold and terrifying voice came from behind him, like the sound of a blade sharpening a stone, Big Claw became alert and no longer spoke. He would rather listen to the most unpleasant cry of the wild cat, Spring, than to hear the words behind him that were so sinister to the bones.

Just when Big Claw was about to watch the fight from the sidelines, two figures, like a bow split by huge waves, charged straight towards the tribe. The two people in front and behind made Big Claw's face change dramatically.

The left half of the claw was covered in blood, almost staining the lower half of its body red. The domineering black claw seemed as though it had been hammered a thousand times, its two claws were twisted and a claw blade was broken.

His clansmen were wailing in pain, dying, and his tribe was on fire, but he did not care about all of this. He only had Black Claw in his heart, and he wanted to use Black Claw's right arm to decorate his room.

The appearance of the black claw broke the deadlock in the battle, and the Wasteland people burst out with unprecedented morale, as fierce as a tiger. The Horde Warriors on the other side were frightened by this change and kept backing off, showing signs of collapsing from the barely maintained battle formation.

However, his fighting spirit had not been reduced at all, as he continued to lead the remaining ten over people to attack the barbarians over and over again. Behind them, the dead bodies were piled up on the hundreds of square meters of ground, the burning flames making the place look like a hell on earth.

In front of him, other than fighting, there was no other way to escape. If there was a chance to escape, in so many tents, there was no lack of food or water. It would not be a problem to get some supplies and leave.

But the pride in his heart rejected this thought of escape, the fireball streaking across the night sky, the valor of blood, and the heart-rending shouts, making him match up with some of the sealed corners in his memory. At this moment, he was not at the peak of the Lost Realm, but at the peak of the Warriors, he was a Warrior, he did not need to think about justice or evil, he only wanted to survive in battle, this was also the instinct of a Warrior.

Black Claw's defeat affected the battle within the tribe. When the Tribal Warrior, who had already gained the upper hand, saw Black Claw's actions, he suddenly felt as if he had lost all of his strength.

"Hurry up and help, Ah Da is going to lose …" Big Claw anxiously asked the Poison Insect Man, but both of them licked their lips as they watched. One of them said, "If you, Grandma, saw this, she definitely wouldn't want to save him. Now that he's dead, you are Black Claw …"

"If he's dead, then I'm Black Claw?" His words were like an oracle that no one dared to disobey. Countless women were waiting for his favor, and even the Stone Warriors had to obediently offer their women up …

"No, there are still Three Claws and Three Claws. Three Claws won't let me be the leader. Definitely not." The only person that could break the illusion was the summit. The psychological trauma the summit left for him was too serious, to the point that his fear of the three claws was still above the black claw.

"Just kill him." Before, they didn't want to fight because they didn't think it was worth it to expose Big Claw. But now, after considering it another way, they had the ability to escort Big Claw back to the position of the Black Claw Tribe to inherit the position of leader, and then the peak would have to die. Of course, the prerequisite was that Black Claw would definitely die.

Big Claw's heart tightened. Two of the Poison Innates were ready to take action. If Feng Feiyun died, then the boulder he suppressed in his heart would be moved away. However, this required his father, Hei Zhuo, to die as well.

Big Claw wanted to die a thousand times for Black Claw, but he still had feelings for him. Even if the barbarians' feelings for their son were faint, and only after becoming a warrior would they be recognized as a father and son. But no matter how weak their relationship was, he couldn't just watch his father get killed.

"Prepare to attack, first kill the three claws, then find a chance to kill the black claws, then finish and leave."

The two poisoners did not take Big Claw seriously. They discussed how to act in front of him, causing Big Claw's face to turn pale white. His right hand involuntarily tightened around the handle of his blade, but at the last moment, he did not dare to pull out his fangs.

Poison Man's big claws knew that he could deal with any barbarian or tribe warrior within thirty meters of him without making a sound. If he were to fight now, he wouldn't be able to do anything even if he were to kill him.

Seeing the two of them disappear into the darkness without a trace, Big Claw felt suffocated and on the verge of going crazy. The position of the tribe leader was on one side, while the life and death of Black Claw was on the other.

The sense of smell on the battlefield was very sensitive, the first thing they noticed was the serious consequences of Black Claw's defeat. Without a second thought, they brought the remaining 16 people with them into the depths of the burning tribe, carefully hiding and making preparations to retreat.

It was also because the people around him were all personal servants and servants. If it was the tribe's brave warriors, even the father of Chi Ya, would not allow Gao Feng to leave, and would definitely try his best to rescue Black Claw, because Black Claw was the only protector of the Black Claw Tribe. Without Black Claw, the Black Claw Tribe would also be gone.

If he was needed to sacrifice his life for the Black Claw Tribe, I'm sorry, but he does not have such great sentiments. The summit's decision made some people hesitate, but in the end, they still silently followed the peak, no one stood forward, and no one else had any goal to follow. They did not have any plans to escape in their hearts, so they subconsciously followed the peak's back as they walked deeper into the tribe.

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