Apocalyptic Dark Age

Many desert warriors were also preparing to throw their spears. After hearing this, they lowered their arms with the burly man, and there was something else in their eyes. While they were still noisy with each other, someone had already taken action. A child is more courageous than them, how can he not feel ashamed?

"Maybe they can really come back alive..."

I don't know who it was, but suddenly said this in the corner, which immediately calmed down the man who had a fierce heart and wanted to rush out of the market to join the cavalry. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the Quanteng cavalry was aroused by the pressure of the Blood Sea Alliance. Because of the pride in their hearts, they would rather die on the battlefield than stay here. The Quanteng Cavalry was a blood feud caused by the annihilation of their tribe. They are all people with families and families. Why should they follow a group of dead soldiers to commit suicide? die?

The cavalry left, and the chaos caused by the Blood Sea Alliance in the morning gradually calmed down. This was just calm on the surface. The tribal leaders celebrated with their crowns and life went on as usual. They had to eat and play. As for resisting the underground people, there were still ten more. Ten thousand warriors? Let's wait until they are dead. As for the desert warriors who were made into flesh and blood city walls, after knowing what happened to Quantum Cavalry, they all held an evil fire in their hearts. The tribal leader called them together and provided them with low-quality food that even gerbils would not eat. , and they want to abandon their families and children to fight for these bastards. Everyone is not a masochist, and they only feel comfortable in their hearts.

The Canyon of the Giants is fermenting in two emotions. Everyone in the desert warriors has a fire in their hearts. The tribal leaders have long forgotten the responsibilities they should bear as Garo. They have degenerated from strong men to fat-brained idiots. Under these idiots In the eyes, the cavalry of the Quantum tribe are even more stupid. They are willing to die rather than compromise with them. They seem to have forgotten that the basis for them to enjoy a privileged life is these warriors.

The farce that happened in the morning did not change much in the market. Except for the vengeful thief who caused a scene, everyone else continued to live their normal lives. Even if the underground people came, they still had time to talk about the Canyon of the Giants. It was just like this. Come, two-thirds of the central wilderness outside the Giant Mountains will be completely destroyed.

The burly man and the twilight warrior knew each other from time to time. When dusk was approaching, they were sitting on a watchtower near the exit of the market, drinking wine. It could be seen from the several half-person-high wine jars beside them that the two of them had been drinking since morning. Up to now, the dishes on the floor were in a mess, but the turbid wine in the wine cup was still there.

"A female leader named Caifeng once said this, 'Some people are alive, but they are actually dead, and some people are dead, but they are still alive...'"

The burly man raised his head and drank the wine, and wiped the remaining wine on his chin. With a vulgar movement, he squinted his eyes and spoke a literary poem. I don't know how weird it was. The middle-aged man sitting opposite had already He was confused and didn't care whether he understood what he heard or not. He nodded and said:

"Yes, I lost seven sons, and I still remember their names to this day. Shada likes to fight and causes trouble all the time. Shaer is stupid and rushes to the front every time he fights. He is the one who gets hurt. Shasan The most like me, he likes to hide away and wait for deals when he sees a bargain. The fourth is the most timid, and when pressed, he is more irritable than anyone else..."

"Brother Sha, don't think too much. If we can't hold the Canyon of the Giants, we'll go to the northern wilderness. The wilderness people will never die. It's unreliable to expect those fools who would rather die clean than alive. We should have made plans in advance. It's a pity... ….”

"What's the pity? Brother Jian is a straightforward person, why did he start half of his sentence?"

The middle-aged man called Brother Sha is called Sha Lang. He was once a famous warrior. He killed countless people and his combat prowess was not inferior to that of the Gara. If he hadn't been older, he would still be a good man. When he met the congenial Jian Fengxiao , just like friends who have been friends for many years, they are not polite when speaking.

Jian Fengxiao has always been depressed in his heart. He wanted to find someone to talk to, but he didn't meet anyone he liked. His past experience has broadened his horizons a lot. He doesn't look down on ordinary barren warriors at all. Meeting the sand wolf today is considered fate. He sighed deeply. tone, and said:

"I wonder if Brother Sha has ever heard of Bloody Zaizi?"

The half-drunk sand wolf suddenly trembled with fright, sat up suddenly, widened his eyes, and said with trembling lips:

"The blood brat who killed half the sky without a living mouth after seeing blood? Back then, seven thousand elite warriors of the tribe fought against a thousand blood brats, resulting in five thousand casualties. If the blood brats hadn't planned to exterminate the clan, I would have died long ago..."

After Sand Wolf finished speaking, he suddenly felt an inexplicable emotion. Could this be fate? Back then, he survived from the blood brat and was proud for half his life, but now he is sitting with a real blood brat and calling him brother?

"The Wildermen marched south. My eldest brother was the commander of the Blood Cubs. He was completely defeated without even going to the battlefield. Later he joined the Yunmai Tribe, but was ostracized again. Finally, he joined the Western Lion. He has been stationed here for the past few years. In the central region, the combat power is more than a hundred times greater than before..."

Jian Fengxiao ignored Sand Wolf's surprise and continued to talk about his own story. When he mentioned that everyone in the Blood Cub Legion could defeat the Jia Luo Zhong, and the number reached more than 3,000, Sand Wolf stopped talking and simply regarded it as He listened to fairy tales, and later heard the scene of the battle between the Blood Cub and the underground people. Even if he didn't really believe it, he couldn't help but get excited and imagine that epic war scene in his mind.

"The east and west lost contact. We divided into dozens of teams to attack the underground army. We were able to win consecutively at first. Later, the underground people sent out many people wearing strange armors. From that time on, the losses increased. Later, the station was breached, the airship and battleship retreated with some people, and the team was dispersed, so I escaped here... "

After expressing the long-pressed depression in his heart, Jian Fengxiao did not feel better. There was no news about his eldest brother Jian Fenghou and his commander Xian Zhao, and he did not know whether they were dead or alive. Besides himself, all his troops were wiped out. He doesn't even know if the Bloody Son still exists. So far, he has not found any other brothers. Thinking of this, he drank another glass of wine.

"Is everything you said true? Have you killed thousands of underground people? Did you block the underground people for half a year?"

The sand wolf is already sluggish. What is the situation with the fighting strength of thousands of Gara people? Not to mention thousands, even a few hundred can sweep across the wilderness. What the hell are those idiots from the Blood Sea Alliance doing? If they retreated directly to the Canyon of the Giants and relied on natural barriers, no matter how powerful the underground people were, they wouldn't want to be like this, right?

"Actually, we didn't lose to the underground people, but the leader encountered the underground people's trick. If the Western Lion is still there, who are the underground people? Even if there are ten times more, there is no need to be afraid..."

Suddenly throwing the wine cup at his feet, Jian Fenghou had a ferocious look on his face and growled with gnashed teeth. Blood vessels appeared on his forehead like earthworms. A powerful aura exploded instantly, hitting Sand Wolf's face like a hot air stream. He lost control at this moment. , making Sand Wolf take a breath of cold air. I'm afraid the tribal leader is not as good as the man in front of him, right?

Sand Wolf did not dare to speak. Jian Fengxiao, who was drunk, did not pay attention to the aura he inadvertently released and continued to complain:

"There are rumors that the Lion of the West was buried under tens of thousands of tons of boulders by underground people. I believe he is still alive. A man who can build a miraculous city from scratch will not die so easily..."

"In today's situation, even if the Western Lion is not dead, there is nothing we can do, right? No matter how powerful a person is, there is no way to compete with the army..."

The reputation of the Lion of the West has spread to the central wilderness. Countless people who escaped from the southern expedition told the story of the Lion of the West. Some even compiled poems and sung them in the wilderness, which had a profound impact on the central wilderness. The desert warriors of the tribe traveled thousands of miles to join the Lion's team because of the legendary hero. Unfortunately, after repeated failures, most of them had lost hope. Even those who still dared to fight could not. Like the Quantum Cavalry, they are all bent on revenge.

"Woo...wow..."

The sudden sound of the horn interrupted their thoughts, and then the market, which had begun to be quiet, resumed its hustle and bustle. The noise was like countless flies buzzing in the market. Sand Wolf couldn't help complaining:

"There is no peace from morning to night. If we continue like this every day, the deserted people will go crazy before the underground people come to attack..."

Jian Fengxiao was once the elite among the elite. He had gone through countless tough battles and was more sensitive than Sand Wolf, who had not practiced swordsmanship for many years. He jumped up immediately and said urgently:

"No, it smells like blood..."

After saying that, he looked outside the watchtower and suddenly became sluggish. The half-drunk sand wolf's legs and feet became weak and he staggered to his feet. He leaned on the wall and looked outside. In the dim light of dusk, a line appeared in the distance. The tidal black line suddenly opened his mouth wide and groaned hoarsely: "Are the underground people coming?"

"Three lines of defense, 60,000 troops, are they all grown up eating shit? Can't even emit a black smoke? Even if the weakest tribe is attacked, black smoke will be ignited..."

"Perhaps the underground people have accepted the surrender. It's not like you don't know that the people of the Blood Sea Alliance have long wanted to surrender, but they are unwilling to accept it. Even the slaves who farm the land are unwilling to accept it..."

"Are these cowards abandoning the defense line and running back by themselves? I heard that the underground bombardment is very severe. Every day, some people give up the glory of the desert warriors and become deserters..."

In the noisy commotion, various conjectures came from the crowd. The more courageous ones could stay where they were and watch the fun, while the timid ones had already started packing their things and were ready to run away at any time. The reason why the market was built at the exit of the Canyon of the Giants was because It is to provide logistics for the defenders of the three lines of defense in front. As an important transit center, once the market is captured by the underground people, it means that tens of thousands of desert warriors in front will be cut off from all means of survival.

The night gradually thickened, and the black tide-like waves of people began to be unclear, as if they would be submerged in the twilight at any time. At this time, more than a dozen sets of huge car lights lit up countless suns in the dark night, and the underground people were alone. Some military transport trucks were revealed, and even the dark crowd around them couldn't hide them. It immediately aroused panic in the market. The merchants who had packed their things earlier shouted in the most desperate tone, dragging their heads as if they were carrying a hill. The sand camel beast carrying the goods fled towards the canyon. In their eyes, the underground people had already attacked.