Apocalyptic Dark Age

Countless people rushed up to the burning gold ore inside, letting out shrill screams as they climbed. They were stepped on by more people and burned to death, but their flesh and blood could not extinguish the flames beneath them. After the black smoke emerged from the mouth of the canyon, the flames suddenly rose, like the crater of an erupting volcano, spouting tens of meters of light into the sky, instantly involving hundreds of deserters.

Hundreds of desolate people were ignited in an instant, like torches struggling crazily at the mouth of the valley, letting out miserable howls. At this moment, they received a victory that could only be obtained by thousands of crossbow arrows, but the psychological impact on the desolate people was greater than The crossbows are even more powerful.

No more deserters dared to attack the top of the mountain, and they all turned and ran behind them. Even the supervising team formed by the coalition warriors could not stop the deserters. They could kill one or two, but they could not stop ten or twenty.

The collapsing desolate people rolled towards the camp like a tide, and the coalition warriors who chopped down the desolate people like rocks in the water and cursed them also disappeared under the wave, never to be seen again.

It took Huangren a long time from departure to attack, but the defeat was very short. The coalition forces did not even have time to react, and thousands of people were defeated from the front line.

The people in the wilderness rushed towards the camp one after another, with hope and fear of survival shining in their eyes. But just when they thought they were safe, hundreds of giant crossbow arrows were fired from the bed crossbows that had been prepared. ,

Countless crossbow arrows shuttled among the deserted people, bursting into countless blood flowers. The blood flowers connected together to form a blood mist. The rolling blood mist covered the deserted people's team. The screams were the main theme now, and they could never be heard again. to other voices.

The blood mist could not stop the desolate people. When the first desolate man dyed red broke out of the blood mist, more desolate people rushed out from behind and rushed towards the camp with ferocious faces.

The deserters sprinted for a way out. Just in front of them, thousands of coalition warriors wearing uniform armor stood in front of them like a city wall. The thin and strong shields were like spliced ​​mirrors, blocking the deserters' way of survival.

The collision came as expected. Waves of desolate people collided with the difficult shield formation, and their heads were easily cut off by the long swords swung by the coalition warriors. The falling heads collided with each other on the ground, and more desolate people continued to attack. The coalition warriors rushed over, and in their hands were some weapons captured by the supervising team.

Up and down the two mountains, except for the wounded who were seriously injured and still crawling among the piles of corpses, there were no other desolate people. The desolate people were spread out in a vast formation, and countless corpses fell between the camp and Beilong Canyon. In the open space, the coalition warriors were like a levee blocking the flood, never letting the deserted people cross a step.

This killing lasted longer than the battle for the top of the mountain. Many desolate people fell to the ground. Many coalition warriors were knocked to the ground and dragged into the crowd by the desolate people and disappeared. In the end, the desolate people were finally killed and feared. Thousands of corpses fell under the shield formation. The coalition warriors relied on excellent equipment to kill desolate people easier than killing chickens. Some people just raised their swords, and desolate people mounted them one after another and died under the long swords. .

When the remaining thousands of deserters had to be trapped between the mountain top and the main camp, it was already afternoon. The blood energy soaring into the sky turned this place into a hell on earth. Countless corpses told of the cruelty that the deserters encountered, and the coalition warriors But they are constantly being replenished, and more warriors are gathering at the front.

Gao Feng stood on the top of the mountain and looked indifferently at the desolate man below who was in a dilemma. The bloody aura surrounded him. He couldn't help but stretched out his left hand. Little scarlet things condensed in front of his palm, forming dark red particles. Like jelly plasma.

This extremely viscous plasma has no effect on Gao Feng, but he can feel the vitality contained in the plasma. Every drop of plasma is a fresh life, a person who consumes countless grains and grows over decades. The men, now, they all fell on the land that was scorched by flames and soaked in blood.

"Great Elder, would you like to contact the Huangren below? They are all good warriors who are still alive..."

The second elder with small eyes appeared with his usual elusive attitude. He looked at the deserted people at the bottom of the mountain with pity and couldn't help but give advice to the peak.

Gao Feng raised his eyebrows and looked solemnly at the still huge team of deserters gathered together below. After a while, he shook his head and said:

"They must die, otherwise the coalition forces will distrust the wilderness people even more, and may take the initiative to drive the wilderness people away. At that time, we really have no chance..."

The second elder also learned to obey Gao Feng's words unconditionally and said nothing more. Behind the two of them, at the edge of the bed crossbow position, countless women came over carrying bundles of crossbow arrows and put them down, preparing for the next wave of attacks... "

The strength of Beilong Canyon made both Shen Wuji and Luo Ya break into cold sweats. If the deserters hadn't lined up a gentle slope, or if the deserters hadn't sacrificed their lives to consume the opponent's inventory of weapons, the casualties might have been heavy. They are.

At the same time, more deserters are being mobilized from all corners of the camp. They also have no weapons and are under guard with their bare hands. They are gathering towards the starting position. They don't know what is waiting for them in front, but they are nostalgic for what they were sleeping before. A simple den, even the shabbiest bed, is their only possession.

Many people never had the chance to retrieve their only possessions. Thousands of deserters regrouped at the starting position. When they saw countless corpses piled up in front of them, many people were so frightened that their legs became weak and they sat down. It was impossible to stand up again from the ground for fear of being carried forward and become part of a corpse.

"It's interesting. It seems that the Skyclaw tribe is not stupid after all... But it's okay. We were still having a headache about the waste people's consumption problem before, but now they have helped us solve it. No matter what, it is good news..." "

Loya's face was not very good. Like the coalition warriors below, he believed that the Tianclaw tribe's resistance force had been wiped out by more than two thousand giant fireballs. The moment before him also made him horrified and surprised by the opponent's defensive firepower. He was actually so powerful, even more powerful than when the Desolate Man attacked the Fortress of Despair.

Shen Wuji held a wine cup made of unknown animal bones in his hand and sipped the wine one sip at a time. His ethereal eyes were not on the battlefield where the fighting was ending, but looking at the black smoke surging in the sky. I don’t know what I’m thinking about.

Yue Lasha no longer showed the dignity of Feng Jialuo. She squatted elegantly next to Shen Wuji and gently squeezed his thigh. It seemed that Yue Lasha had been tamed by Shen Wuji, but from the look of her resentful eyes It can be seen that she wants to kill Shen Wuji more than ever at this moment.

As a man, a powerful man, Luo Ya could see that Shen Wuji had not eaten Yue Laisha and still maintained her virginity. He did not understand Shen Wuji's actions, but he did not gossip.

"I hope none of these desolate people will die. Maybe they will be needed in the future..."

Shen Wuji drank the wine in one gulp, raised the corners of his mouth and said indifferently, which made Luo Ya's brain run out. He didn't understand what Shen Wuji meant.

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