Apocalyptic Dark Age

Everyone was numb by Lan Yu's words. No one said anything. They all held their breath and looked at Lan Yu's mouth, wanting to see what else he would say.

"Twenty bottles of sharpening potions..." Luo Lan's breathing became heavier. He had taken the sharpening potions before, and he was half as strong as the army. If he got more sharpening potions, Maybe there's a chance to become the Xianjun Jialuo?

"And..." After saying this, Lan Yu's expression became more serious and cold than ever before, and he slowly glanced at everyone present, his bright eyes almost burning.

"Ten bottles of awakening potion..."

"Oh my God, is this true?"

Some people screamed in surprise, some people's aura suddenly erupted, like a volcano about to erupt, and some people's eyes flickered, staring at Lan Yu, as if to observe whether Lan Yu carried it with him as a benefit. When they were old enough, they even forgot the power of the Fortress of Despair, and that Lan Yu, as a leading class, dared to risk his life.

"Lord Lan Yu, I don't understand..."

The flattery and flattery disappeared from Luo Lan's face, the arrogance and unscrupulousness disappeared, and he became more serious and cold than ever before.

"Speak somewhere else..."

Glancing around at the stunning women with similar fat rings and swollen bodies, Lan Yu gestured to find another place to talk. At this moment, the sound of metal collisions suddenly sounded in the camp, and the messy noise was like countless iron pots being scraped at the bottom. A disturbing buzz erupted.

Lan Yu looked at the patrons present in surprise, and asked in disbelief: "Is there a large tribe of Huangren nearby?"

After the deserters fled, the southern wilderness was dominated by only one tribe united by one family. The spoils sharing conference held here gathered more than 60% of the tribal warriors in the entire wilderness. In addition, each tribe here absorbed many scattered warriors. The tribal warriors, counted backwards and forwards, are not much less than the desert warriors who besieged the Fortress of Despair.

"No, it should be other tribes..." Lan Yu was not familiar with the system of the southern wilderness. Luolan knew it well and listened carefully to the meaning of the messy sirens. No one panicked and stood quietly waiting for the latest news. , but the tents that could be heard panting and moaning in the distance were lifted up one after another, and men rushing out were busy putting on their pants.

Not much time passed. When they learned the truth, they all looked at the woman who also opened her mouth in surprise.

"Sky Claw is taking the tribal warriors out to come towards us? Interesting..."

Lan Yu pursed his lips and smiled. All the plans were in place. He originally wanted to induce him, but he didn't expect that Tianzhao would come to his door. The two thousand tribe warriors were more or less, and their reputation for being good at fighting was enough to kill any one of them. A tribe, of course, is just a tribe.

"Master Lan Yu wants this woman, could it be related to Tianzhao?"

Luo Lan puffed up his furry chest, forming a shadow over Lan Yu's body, like a big bear. But what made people angry was that he still had no clothes on, and the linen around his crotch slid down slightly with his movements. , revealing a gap, revealing the dark and ugly belongings.

"It was related to me just now, and now it's related to you. Tianzhao single-handedly defeated Garochi Yeye, the outstanding leader of the Desolate tribe. What do you think will happen when he knows that you have fallen in love with his woman?"

Lan Yu said these words sarcastically, which made the surrounding protectors look strange and all looked at the slit in Luo Lan's crotch.

"I heard that Tianzhao has a relationship with Lord Youming. If we fight back, will Lord Youming blame us?"

The result of Gao Feng's transparent identity is rumors in the wilderness. Although there are all kinds of strange things, there are always people who can guess the truth.

"If it's just because of this woman, even if you wipe out the Tianclaw tribe, Master Youming won't say a word. Of course, if you are really willing to help, all the conditions I said before will be fulfilled..."

"Haha, Lord Lan Yu's purpose is to let us send troops to destroy the Tianzhao tribe? Could it be..."

The blockade in his heart was dispelled by Lan Yu, and Luo Lan regained his arrogance and tentatively obtained information from Lan Yu.

"Don't ask if you shouldn't. This matter will be discussed after you have dealt with the Sky Claw. It can be regarded as a test for you..."

Lan Yu was not fooled, and after a few perfunctory words, he walked to Erzhao's mother, looked at the woman, waved his hand and took off the gorgeous and bright robe from a protector beside him and threw it on her.

"Don't worry, you will be safe from now on. I will achieve your goal and destroy the Sky Claw tribe. When everything is over, I will take you to Cuiliu City to settle down. Then I will let you live the rest of your life comfortably..."

Lan Yu's gentle and generous attitude is easy to make people like him. The woman looked at Lan Yu blankly, as if she couldn't believe that the tragic situation she was about to face had disappeared? The moment Lan Yu turned around, the woman's eyes suddenly turned bitter and cold. She recognized this man, the man who abandoned the Yellow Throat Tribe.

The yellow sand covered the sun, and the long team slowly but firmly approached the camp of the tribal alliance. Huge horns were raised high in the tribe, playing a desolate and high-pitched sound, and the war drums sounded. The tribesmen were like sesame seeds scattered on the ground, running towards the tribal camp in panic. '

A stream of people passed through a rack of catapults that were being stringed. They looked behind them in horror, and were suddenly knocked away by the oncoming tribal warriors. A forest of spears spread out from the camp like a torrent, and in the camp The open space outside converges into an ocean.

Huge beasts took slow and heavy steps, shaking the ground, and appeared from the exit of the camp. Huge drums echoed through the sky on the beasts. They were naked except for a pair of small pants, and the muscular man was playing with his life. They waved their drumsticks and beat the war drums with all their strength.

More tribal warriors emerged from the gaps in the camp and gathered in the same direction. The bustling flow of people was countless, forming an endless momentum as far as the eye could see. Behind them, each one was fully armored, like the weight of a human tank. Pretending to be a warrior, he slowly walked out of the tribe.

The heavily armored warriors were all over two meters tall, walking in the middle of the sword and shield wielders, like elephants wandering among horses. The gap between the two sides made people in the distance worry that the strong warriors would use the swords and shields around them. The shield bearer was trampled to death.

Behind the shield bearer are racks of bed crossbows equipped with simple wheels. What makes people wonder is that these bed crossbows are produced in Beilong Canyon. They were used to resist the desolate people in the past, and the desolate people used them to deal with the Fortress of Despair. After the war calmed down, these bed crossbows were confiscated by the tribes and became a weapon against the Sky Claw tribe.

Tianzhao and the two thousand warriors behind him were still far away from the tribal camp, so they began to gather. When they got closer, an army of more than 20,000 people had been assembled and formed in the vast open space outside the camp. The dark ocean.

The comparison of the strength of the two sides is clear at a glance. One side is like a bull ready to attack, and the other side is like a frail little lamb. Looking at the black craze in the distance, Tianzhao's violent heart gradually calmed down. He was not facing a tribe. But the entire southern wilderness, just like what they were worried about when they entered the southern wilderness that day, even if the opponent's individual combat effectiveness is not as good as theirs, they can drown him with a wave of people.

The warriors who had accumulated high morale before saw the boundless and endless opponents on the other side. Their courage disappeared quickly like a balloon punctured by a needle. At this time, it was not a matter of whether they could win, but how they would not lose. Too miserable.

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