C25

Black Claw was gasping for breath as he fought against the group of Wasteland warriors that swarmed towards him. Around him, the remaining dozens of warriors from the other tribes were being cut down every second.

How long had the battle been going on? An hour? Two hours?

After a long time of fighting, every tribe warrior was riddled with wounds and exhausted all of their strength.

It went without saying that the mastermind behind the ambush had been the one behind all of this. No wonder his scouts were so easily able to find this barbarian tribe in the wilderness, no wonder the number of barbarians here was more than three times the number he knew of.

"All of the resources of the Black Claw Tribe belong to me. Women, food, and slaves." Night Demon proudly said to the armadillo beside him.

He couldn't help but want to lower his head to the crotch of his pants, so he respectfully said to Night Demon, "This is all yours, we've already said so long ago, we won't oppose it. Besides, no one would dare think that you would make a move, you are the one who killed Black Claw."

"Hahaha, well said, after killing Black Claw, I will show off my strength. In the future, I will become the 'Trembling Army', and the reputation of Protector Garo will not satisfy me."

Night Demon was even more happy, as if he had forgotten that Black Claw wasn't dead. Even if he was, it wasn't the one he killed alone, Protector Garo.

"Yes, everything is yours, but the water source and the Plum Blossom Field of the Black Claw Tribe are ours …" Delighted, the armadillo finally threw out his previous request.

"Hahaha, you said it yourself, everything is mine. That includes the water source, the Sand Jujube field and the tribe with Black Claw. I can't wait to crush the woman with Black Claw …"

The coldness in his eyes was not only directed at Black Claw, but also at the armadillo as well. He didn't expect that a sure win ambush would cost him so much, adding up to the fact that a third of his tribe had been destroyed, two-thirds of the barbarian warriors had been killed, as well as the women and children killed in the wilderness and the animals that had run away.

"But …" "But what we said before …" The armadillo broke out in a cold sweat and quickly brought up the previous agreement.

Night Demon fiercely turned around and grabbed hold of the armor-hair's neck like before, bringing his terrified and twisted face to his front, staring into the armor-fur's eyes, and said word by word, "I'll go back on my word. You didn't tell me, it will cause such a huge loss for me."

With that, he fiercely threw the armor-hair on the ground, causing the armor-fur to spit out a mouthful of blood, and looked at the giant night demon in despair.

"Go back and tell him to give me five hundred slaves and a thousand baskets of jujube noodles if he wants to take away the water source and the jujube fields. Otherwise …" "Hmph."

"But we gave you 500 Jade Leaf Coins, it's money that you can exchange for Elixirs in the Castle of Despair." The value of five hundred Jadeite Leaves was far beyond the imagination of the mountain peak. To the Deer Tribe, this was also a terrifying amount of money, but they never thought that the Night Demon would be so shameless, causing their plans to go down the drain.

"Not enough, far from enough …" "I want more …" The Night Demon wasn't a reasonable person. His reasoning was above his fist, and in his robbery-like declaration, the armadillos' faces were ashen. He didn't know if the ground would tear him apart if he went back.

While the Night Demon and the armoured figure were entangled, the pole approached the Black Claw, disguised as a Barbarian Warrior. The corpse in front of them had already obstructed the way, as they anxiously stood in the blood, staring at Black Claw.

Black Claw's blade was the only one left, but under this blade, no Barren Warrior was able to block the final strike. Even though Black Claw's body was covered in wounds, he still refused to yield.

The warriors of the three tribes had hair, so they couldn't disguise themselves as Wasteland Warriors. They rushed into the battlefield and were instantly killed by the warriors of the surrounding who were afraid of Black Claw.

There was only Black Claw in the eyes of these barbarians and only Black Claw Tribe in their hearts. People like him should not have such awareness but in the wilderness, after hundreds of years of suffering, all the barbarians had a kind of habitual spirit of choice.

The pole shouted and crazily slashed at the Zhanmadao, just like a mad tiger, he finally rushed to the side of the black claw, and from the three people that came in, he was the only one left. The black claw suddenly turned around and sent the enemies beside the pole flying, and loudly shouted, "What are you doing here?"

"Black Claw, if I die, you die …"

The pole did not say anything as it roared loudly, opening up a path for Black Claw. In the next moment, the fourteen dire warriors suddenly turned around and started crazily attacking the surrounding dire warriors, causing chaos among them.

"The incisor?" Black Claw had some influence on the Cave Tooth. Before this, he had also considered killing it to hide the secret of the summit's text.

"Run out and live. Leave some fire for the tribe …"

The pole howled miserably as it suddenly threw away the Tusk Blade. It no longer defended itself and opened its chest wide to meet the fork-like weapons, using its chest to block these weapons for the black claws.

"Kill …" Just as the pole was about to die, a bloodied desert warrior turned around and tried to attack the surrounding desert warriors, but the pole recognized that it was not the peak. Then the pole recognized that it was.

"Blind pockmarks …" He recognized the man at a glance. He was a one-eyed tribal warrior, and he had not expected him to be wearing the skin of a desert warrior.

"Three Claws told me to come." In the next moment, his bald head was smashed apart by a gigantic beast leg bone.

"Kill!" Another loud shout rang out, and another Huang Warrior turned around. His body was also covered in blood, but he did not know who was under the skin.

"Send Black Claw home …" Another voice came from the battlefield, it was the remaining warriors of more than ten tribes. Among their shouts, the panic-stricken barbarian warriors fell one after another.

"Everyone move out of the way, everyone move out of the way." In the instant that the battlefield changed, Night Demon rushed into the battlefield, grabbing and throwing away the Barbarian Warrior in front of him.

Feng Feiyun was still holding his breath. Different from the other desert warriors, who were suspicious of each other, he kept his eyes on the center of Black Claw, waving his Fangs Blade and shouting out in a strange voice. He looked more like a barbarian warrior than anyone else, so all the barbarian warriors around him were focused on the same flashing eyes, ready to attack at any time.

When the Night Demon appeared on the battlefield, his eyes were locked on the Night Demon.

Facing the Night Demon, Peak's heartbeat instantly sped up a hundred times, just like a rocket, rushing upwards. His throat that had drank water before also became dry, after all, the Night Demon was the Protector that was stronger than Black Claw, how could he win? Can you put a life or death struggle for a broken tooth or a pole?

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