C28

"He won, he won …" Several warriors from the last tribes arrived next to Black Claw, their bodies covered in blood. They surrounded Black Claw in a wild frenzy. Right in front of them, there were still countless spears and sabers, but not a single spear fell.

"Quick, leave quickly …" He knew what the death of the Protector meant to a tribe, so he shouted and fled with his family. The moment he turned around, he saw a group of badly mutilated human figures appear behind him.

"Whoosh …" The spear accurately hit him in the chest, and the armor-fur man fell down with a horrified expression on his face. He was a warrior of the Earthen Bow Tribe, so he wouldn't be in such a sorry state at any other time, but he lost his alertness due to the Night Demon's death shock, and was killed by the servants of the Black Claw Tribe.

"Why did you bring him along? Aren't we going back earlier? " Big Claw was not satisfied with the two heavy bags of water he was carrying. The venomous man turned around and fiercely glared at him, causing all the hair on his body to stand on end. He quickly looked towards the dark void beside him.

"Be careful, even if you become the leader, you must respect us. We are different from you. We won't abandon any comrades, be they dead or alive."

Big Claw didn't feel too good, but there was nothing he could do. He could only swear once again in his heart that when he became the leader of the tribe, the first person he would kill would be this annoying fellow …

"Are you dead too?" Tsui Tsui groaned in pain as he looked at his bloody face.

"Three Claws, we aren't dead. We've won." He carefully cleaned up the wounds on Feng Feiyun's body. The scar was a warrior's medal, but he couldn't find a good piece of skin on his body, so his hands began to tremble.

The most terrifying wound almost split him in half, but after the treatment at the peak of the battle, at least he no longer had to worry about the wound breaking anymore. Besides, most of the wounds on his body were cuts, and they looked serious, but they were not fatal, so the peak was different.

He quietly lied on the ground, staring at the dark sky in a state of stupor. The surrounding bonfires were letting out crackling sounds, and the smell of roasting meat permeated the air around him, but he wasn't sure if it was because someone was roasting food, or because the corpse was being cooked right beside the bonfire.

"Night Demon died because of Heaven's Flame. Many people said that it was a punishment from the heavens …"

"Black Claw is whipping his whip, those who survived have all been killed by the Wasteland. Only the blade of Second Claw is the cleanest, and he even took away the emerald leaf money that belongs to you, Black Claw is very angry …"

"Black Claw said that if he saw Big Claw, he would be killed without question. He is the only one who escaped. The people who went to report to the tribe have already left. Even if he escaped, he would be captured …"

The bits and pieces of information that came out of the man's mouth could be seen even though his perception of the outside world had dropped to the lowest peak. He was not idle in his mouth, nor was he idle in his hands.

"Let me sleep a bit." As Feng Feiyun's voice came out of his mouth, he fell into a faint …

In the distance, his two claws had been stripped naked and he was kneeling on the ground while howling miserably. The shadows of the whips mercilessly hit his back one after another. Not far away from him, there were piles of corpses.

The resistance of the tribe was broken down. After the Night Demon was burnt to ashes, the originally fearless barbarian warriors put down their weapons and became obedient slaves. The women didn't care about cleaning up the corpses of their men and started crying and wailing under the tribe warriors.

The blood that had spread on the ground could no longer permeate the ground that was full of blood. The blood that had spread on the ground could no longer seep into the ground that had drank a lot of blood.

Black Claw stood in front of the biggest fire, looking at the corpses and the masters scattered around. Black Claw stood in front of the biggest fire, looking at the corpses and masters scattered around.

At the same time, on a mountain peak ten kilometers away from the battlefield, two figures hidden in the darkness could be seen.

"The Wasteland is defeated, the stupid Night Demon is dead. What should we do next?" A sound that was like ice was transmitted through the night.

"Black Claw also did not get any benefits. There are only 200 or so people left in the thousand-man team. In my opinion, they won't be able to get past the last trial. Isn't that the perfect time to do it now?" Another voice said hesitantly.

"That's right, the best outcome is now. The more miserably Black Claw and the dire beasts fight, the greater our chances are. Death God, who used 12 lives to lure us over, cannot be wasted …" The previous voice was a bit pleased with itself as it was eager to try out their next plan.

"It's a pity that places with death gods are automatically forbidden. Otherwise, those resources and people would just be enough to supplement us. The sandstorm would have too great of an impact on us. If we want to conquer other tribes, it would take at least three years …"

When the two of them reached the topic of sandstorms, they fell silent at the same time. However, not one of them mentioned the armoured men who had died in the barbarians …

During this time, his body began to heat up, causing Black Claw to lose hope that the peak was going to die. But no one could have imagined that after the peak had survived the high fever, it would be looked after day and night. He would constantly rub the skin with the jujube wine that he had found in the tribe, and also feed it a large amount of warm water on time.

In the eyes of others, it was a miracle for the peak to survive. However, this was a method that the peak casually mentioned after a short period of lucidity. This method also allowed more than twenty clan warriors with a high fever to escape the clutches of death.

None of the warriors from the twenty tribes with the fever died. All of them survived. This was a good sign for the Black Claw Tribe. Therefore, after three days, all the supplies were cleared and they returned to the Black Claw Tribe.

Because of the achievements, Feng Feng received the approval of Hei Zhuo and everyone else. They unanimously decided to give the most beautiful woman in the tribe to Feng Zhiling. This woman who could make all men dream, actually made Feng Zhiling scream the moment he woke up.

This was a wondrous sight, at least in the eyes of the peak.

Her delicate skin was as white as porcelain and as smooth as milk. In the wilderness, no matter if it was a man or woman, their skin was rough and rough. Other than the whites of her eyes, there was nothing that was white.

She was as agile as a skylark, enough to captivate any man who saw her. However, this man was definitely not at the peak, at the very least, he had no interest at all towards the three layers of fat on her delicate and white neck.

"Get out, get out, get out …" The usually calm Feng Feng Feiyun suddenly sat up, and without caring about the rupturing wound, he crazily roared in horror, causing the eyes of the peerless beauty in front of him to flash with hazy tears. However, Feng Feiyun suddenly became quick-witted and shouted: "Forget it, let me get lost …"

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