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They were already warriors of the wilderness, so they knew more about men's battles. Previously, they were only concerned with the problem of casualties, and the starting point was that their defense was not strong enough, but since Mountain had said so, they understood that no matter how many barbarians they killed, they would not be able to kill all the barbarians. Their goal was to survive, so it was best not to enrage the barbarians as much as possible.

Live, we have lost too many people, too many children without Ah Da, as long as we can live, we can produce more children and train more warriors. Now, we have the first Sky Claw in our tribe, he is the Wing Jia Luo, the strong man who can never be defeated by the Protector, we also have a new Protector, he is the chief elder of the Heavenly Claw Tribe, in the future we will become more and more powerful, after all the other tribes disappear, there will only be one tribe in the Western Wilderness, and that is the Heavenly Claw Tribe.

In the end, Feng Feng gave the final speech, and as everyone listened to Feng Zhiling's declaration, they were all extremely excited. At this moment, almost everyone truly approved of Feng Zhiling's decision, and the second elder was especially excited. He still didn't know that Black Claw had become the Sky Claw.

The words of the Warrior from the wilderness caused everyone else to agree. Many people began to talk about it:

"Yeah, if they didn't give up, we would have been killed, right?"

"They didn't use any terrifying weapons. If they did, more would have died …"

"They defeated us in a frontal battle. Eight hundred of us defeated three thousand of them, how could they have the face to seek revenge for me? "I don't want to go back, I owe him my life …"

"Didn't you notice? Actually, they didn't need to come down. They had a defensive weapon on the mountain. It's not like you've never encountered a crossbow that could pierce through three people …"

Amidst the crowd's confused discussion, the one who had suggested this before felt his cheeks go dry. At this time, the leader of the barbarian warriors said firmly:

We can't handle other tribes, but our tribes shouldn't make them our enemies. When we return, let the other tribes know that we've lost and let them laugh at us. At least no one will gnaw on this tough bone that we can't bite through.

However, it also allowed others to draw attention. A tribe with more than 2000 fighting numbers needed more than ten times the combat strength. If they were to attack a tribe with more than five times the casualties, no one would be willing to suffer such a loss for nothing.

"Look, many people from many tribes are heading in that direction. Should we stop them …"

Suddenly, someone shouted loudly, pointing in the direction of the Fortress of Despair. There were hundreds of people fleeing in panic towards the Northern Dragon Canyon, and when they saw the barbarians, they couldn't help but be frightened, fleeing in all directions like frightened bees.

Not all of these people were there. Even further back were countless little black dots running towards them. At first glance, it was hard to tell how many of them were there.

"Looks like that tribe is very famous in the Southern Wilderness. It's not wrong that we lost …"

The Barbarian Warrior chuckled, but didn't give the order to stop these people. He decided to sell a favor to Feng Feng, to let off his and his underlings' favors …

"Noble warriors do not need lowly bugs to cheer them on. Placing the tribe's cowards in the Despair Fortress will consume a lot of resources and food, but they cannot be used as a fighting force supplement. They are exiled sinners, and if they were to rebel on the battlefield, the consequences would be severe. My decision was not wrong …"

A small-scale debate was taking place in the conference room of the Despair Fort. The conference room was filled with people, most of them were valiant or cold Garo, the lowest were half-step forward and there were many of them, divided into four groups.

Behind him sat the white-faced purple-lipped, devilish flowers, the somewhat bleak Lan Yu, and the ten-thousand-year-old ice-cold expression. It looked pure, but in reality, it was the coldest moon that lifted the sand.

The head of the Gryphon Family was a wretched middle-aged man who was only 1.5 meters tall, with an empty head. Sitting on the chair, he could only hang his feet in the air, while pretending to have his hands crossed over his lips, but his eyes kept scanning the moonlight. Of course, he would never be able to see the face, with the emphasis on the fine collarbone, the full chest, the slim waist, and the indentations made by the clothes between his legs.

Behind him sat two men, one tall and well-built, with an equally smooth forehead, on which were the open scars of the stars, almost to the point where the skull could be seen. His towering brow was like the forehead of a monster, and it seemed as if horns were about to grow out of it.

The other one looked very normal, at least there weren't any symbolic scars or frightening places on him, but the greatest abnormality was that he was abnormal. Among all the people with powerful auras, only he looked like an ordinary person. Even when he turned his face, he had forgotten what he looked like, even when he was staring at him.

"Yi Yi is still too young, it's too natural, tens of thousands of people can just throw it away, even if they don't do anything, just using their corpses can create a path all the way to the top of the city, not to mention that they are currently being tricked by the barbarians, maybe tomorrow they will become their accomplices and swing their swords at us …"

On the other side, the white-haired and white-browed Patriarch of the Yin Yan Family, whose skin was as white as snow, also nodded in agreement:

"That's right, the reason why I asked Yi Yi to take charge of the arrangements before the great battle was for the sake of the former clan leader of the Yue Tan Family, to give the young man a chance. If I can't grasp it, it can only mean that the young man still needs time to hone his skills."

"Baishi, what exactly do you mean? When I first asked you tribesmen how to deal with it? You were the ones who tried to shirk the responsibility of letting me handle the situation. I actually wanted to let them in, but who would be the one to feed them? I finally understand. You guys dug a hole for me to jump into right from the start? "No matter what I do, it's always a mistake …"

He looked at them as if they were his enemies who had killed his father, and behind him, there were also a few Kyara who had a stern look on their faces as they stared at the others, showing a warning look.

The Patriarch of the Shadow Clan, who had been hiding in the darkness, suddenly raised his head. A glint flashed in his eyes as he saw the shadow of his hood. At the same time, the few people who had mocked him hid their faces.

"This matter shall end here …" As soon as these words came out, Yi Yi's cheeks flushed red, while the others all had a look of schadenfreude, but afterwards that person spoke again.

"The logistics are handled by Yi Yuan, Crow and White Stone are responsible for Black Mountain, White Mountain are responsible for White Mountain, and I am responsible for the city wall." The logistics are responsible for Yi Yuan, Crow and White Mountain, White Stone are responsible for White Mountain, and I are responsible for the city wall.

The clan leader's eyes were once again shrouded in darkness. The clan leader Yi Yi was still indignant, but behind him, Lan Yu pulled him back, causing him to shut his mouth. In contrast, Lan Yu was rubbing her nose, looking back and forth between them, as if she was planning something.

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