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"Your son?" "What do you want to say?" Luan asked indifferently, just like an old friend greeting him when they met. He didn't scold Black Claw for attacking the camp, nor did he provide an explanation for setting up the Black Claw.

"He's the future Black Claw." A hint of a mocking sneer appeared on Black Claw's face. He could see the fear in the Earth Arm, and thought that it was because the peak could hold out until his reinforcements returned.

"I'll remember, the future Black Claw." Black Claw's eyes stared at the ground for a moment, and then he kept staring at the ground. He wanted to run, but no one could stop him, not unless he could not dig into the ground.

Letting go of the armours was a helpless action, but Black Claw felt sorry for Feng Zhiling. In his heart, Feng Zhiling was thinking about the servants that were fighting to the death.

It was laughable, before this, Feng didn't see them as comrades, maybe calling them cannon fodder was better, but it was these cannon fodder, after he gave the order to retreat, they rushed up at the last moment to fight him, just to give him a chance at survival, were these guys stupid?

"What a bunch of idiots …" The peak of the mountain suddenly opened its mouth and muttered. Blood gushed out from its mouth.

"What?" Black Claw couldn't hear clearly and couldn't help but to ask. As he spoke, he pulled Feng Feng Ji up from the ground and carried him on his back.

"..." Feng Feiyun became silent. He felt like he had nothing to say to Black Claw, or rather, no matter what Black Claw said, he didn't want to reply. Little by little these days with his slave flashed through his mind.

This group of barbarian warriors had just become slaves for a short time, and now, they showed the other side of the barbarians. It was unknown what made them respect him so much that they were willing to sacrifice their heads and shed hot blood for him.

Silent Peak laid on Black Claw's sturdy shoulder. Black Claw walked forward step by step, and suddenly recalled the scene when Three Claws was a kid.

He had wanted to abandon the woman's child and let the wild beast eat it, but in the end, he still couldn't let it go. He didn't expect that, one day, the child who cried instead of crying, would actually fight like a real man, and the final blow was crazy and vicious, which left Black Claw's heart palpitating. He believed that even the Earth Armored Soldier might not be able to survive this desperate counterattack.

Weeping, wailing, moaning, and dying screams all played out around Peak. He leaned against the furs, coldly watching the farce of the wilderness, the howls of the surviving Horde Warriors in search of his family, the cries of the women in search of the dead men in front of them, and the miserable cries of those Earth Warriors who were kicked to death.

Fifty of his personal slaves had died on a barren and steep mountain peak, and their corpses were lying in piles of rubble, waiting to turn into dried up bones. This place was also littered with corpses, from the Deer Tribe, Black Claw Tribe, Tribe Warriors, personal slaves, Chinu, women, and children.

Suddenly, the mountain felt an inexplicable sense of irony. In the initial period of time since they came to this world, in the following days, the most people they saw were corpses. The corpses of the barbarians, the black-clawed tribes, and the earth's stragglers … everything apart from corpses, could it be that apart from killing, there was only slaughter left in this world?

"Three strikes …" The woman was old, and her half-white hair and wrinkles made her tall and big body somewhat stooped. She was holding the hand of one of the children, who was about eight years old, and the other one, who was only five years old or so. They were all dirty, like a mouse that had come out of a sewer, but her cheeks were still faintly similar to that of a broken tooth.

She did not see her son among the warriors, nor did she see her man. Seeing the peak leaning against it, and remembering that the relationship between the incisors and the three claws was good, she came to the peak with a little nervousness, a little anxiety, a little fear, and a little hope.

"Are you the sloppy-toothed Grandma?" Feng Feiyun couldn't help but sit up, but when he moved, the pain from his wound made him feel powerless.

The woman did not say anything, her knuckles were thick, her skin was dry and her large hands suddenly gripped the two kids' small hands, her slightly larger eyebrows were slightly creased, her eyes were staring at the mountain while the little guy was curling his mouth, looking like he was about to cry.

"I'm fine. I've become a brave warrior of the tribe. I didn't come back." Feng Feiyun's words made the woman who looked like she was in her sixties release her hands. As she spoke, she looked left and right, trying to find her brother, who was just turning twelve and was about to take the adult examination.

"Ol 'Two is gone, he's Ol' Three." The woman was not good with words, but it was still clear what Feng Ji was looking for. With just a few casual words, Feng Feiyun's words reached his mouth and stopped speaking.

"He's also gone?" The woman could not see the sadness, but the summit could feel it. The woman was much more relaxed than before. This kind of relaxation was after hearing about the changes one would experience after becoming a warrior with a broken tooth.

He could tell, no matter if the toothless Ah Da was dead or the toothless one was dead, it didn't matter to women. What was important was that there were still other men in the family who were tribal warriors, and as long as they had the identity of a tribal warrior, the two brothers and the woman could live on.

The woman left. Looking at her back, Feng Feng couldn't even remember her appearance. Suddenly, he felt an urge to laugh, an insanity that wanted to hit the ground, a sorrow that came from the bones.

In his eyes, those women who could cry were crying for their rations that they had lost. The extremely sad Xiao Se was crying for the grief of losing the family of a brave warrior, not his family, but the brave warriors.

He couldn't remember a woman's appearance. In his eyes, all the women looked the same. They had all been worn out by the wilderness until their youth. They had lost their innocent dreams, leaving behind only naked reality.

However, the mountain peaks were powerless to change anything. This was the rule of the wilderness, the rule formed hundreds of years after the barren wasteland. Untimely idealists had their bones covered by red sand.

The mother of the broken tooth was happy that she could become a warrior and survive. The family of the pole survived, and they were still full of joy. Even after losing their son and the rest of their family, they were no longer sad.

The families of the twenty tribal warriors whom Yang Tiezi had once asked Feng Zhiling to look for gathered around Feng Zhiling. When these people learned that Feng Zhiling was willing to give them fields to cultivate, they lost their previous sorrows and became a bit embittered. Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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