The cold wind cut through their bones, and they sneaked out from under their bed at the peak of the mountain. They took out the leftovers from yesterday, which were as hard as stone, and ate them all, then they patted their stomachs and began to draw water to wait for the peak to get up. At some point, the sound of drums could be heard from the walls of the tribe, and a wave of oppressive drumbeats hit their hearts, causing the red sand to throw away its basin and turn around to look at the wall.

The whole tribe came out of their rooms in the darkest of mornings, and even the children, naked, stood in the cold and watched their father, fully dressed, step out of the door and accept the food and water bags prepared by the busy women of the night.

In response to the drumbeat, groups of warriors began to march toward the exit of the wall, singing battle songs that had been passed down for hundreds of years. The children were running around in the darkness, chasing their father's footsteps.

When the three hundred and fifty tribal warriors finished their preparations, an ancient battle flag with an ancient history was erected behind Black Claw. This war flag was a hideous skeleton embedded in the leg bone of a gigantic beast, with a goat-like horn, but fierce, fangs, and four sharp fangs that shone with a metallic luster along with the horn under the light of the fire.

When the tallest warriors of the tribe arrogantly raised their battle flags, the troops finally left.

There was no speech, no pre-war mobilization, and the war drums were the horns of tribal warrior action.

When the three hundred and fifty fully armed tribal warriors, four hundred personal slaves, and one hundred and twenty-seven simple attendants walked out of the wall, the light on the wall shone brightly. One after another, majestic figures who were standing under the light of the fire raised their beast horns and blew their desolate and tragic horns at the same time …

When the red clouds shone brightly in the sky for three hours, the soldiers' excitement and nervousness was reduced. The entire troop was marching silently in the same direction. The troop of 400 soldiers was not magnificent, but it was monotonous.

Walking through the desert and jujube fields, walking past many signs of human activity, they finally arrived at the true Western Wilderness. The Western Wilderness was devoid of any signs of life, and apart from sand, there was only sand.

After the initial excitement subsided, the servants became bored. They would forever only be able to see the buttocks of their comrades in front of them and the desolate, dark red sand around them. Occasionally, they would be refreshed by the weeds that were common to the tribe.

Walking in the group, anyone would be assimilated by the team's solemnness and solemnness at the beginning, but as time passed, Chi Ya felt an itch in his throat. He really wanted to say something, but after the initial hesitation, he whispered to Feng Feiyun, "Do you see ahead? Since he has been stripped of his position, he can only seek credit on the battlefield in the future. Be careful not to stab you in the back. "

At this moment, he was in a very special state of mind as he walked through the lines. It was as if he was struck by a familiar feeling, and there was a clue to find himself. It was as if there was only a chance left for him to break through the membrane in his heart and find his true self, the strong and fearless self.

"Pah …" He couldn't help but turn his head in anger, only to see the broken tooth hopping forward while baring its fangs. Not far behind him, a warrior who was patrolling the troop was staring at the broken tooth with an evil look in his eyes, and a trace of anger in his eyes.

Seeing the tribe warrior who had broken his teeth before, Feng Feiyun turned his head and kept walking forward without looking away. He didn't need to interfere in the things between father and son.

The tribal warrior who whipped his son looked around cautiously like his son. Then, he took a step forward and passed by the mountain peak, secretly stuffing something into the mountain peak's hand.

When the tribal warriors walked far away, they lowered their heads and saw a fist-sized shield in the palm of their hands. It was very delicate and small, made from six small horns, and they wore it on their fists. It could be used as a pair of gauntlets and could also defend against sharp blades.

All of a sudden, Ah Da thanked him for giving the Tusk Cutter Blade to him. The value of a Tusk Blade was not something Tusk Cutter could understand. A Tusk Blade was the horn of a Tusk Beast, and a Tusk Blade was a weapon that all the warriors in the tribe had to give to their children.

He weighed the fist shield in his hand and stuffed it into the man's hand the moment he crossed his path. Sometimes, this fist shield was like a life, something he couldn't bear.

With the ruthless whips of the tribe warriors, the servants walked quietly until noon. They waited in the canyon between the two mountains for the hottest time of the day to pass.

Big Claw held the water bag in his hand as he stared at the peak with his vicious eyes. If he could kill someone with his eyes, then the peak would become a honeycomb.

Feng Feiyun's intuition was above his imagination. He immediately felt Big Claw's malicious gaze and glared back without dodging at all. Then, he made a slashing motion under his neck, causing Big Claw's face to suddenly turn deathly pale.

Big Claw could not help but turn around to look at a certain mountain peak behind him, but he did not know that Black Claw was staring at him. At the moment when Big Claw could not help but turn around, Black Claw was also looking in that direction.

The moment of release had finally arrived. He hurriedly ran up to Feng Feiyun and asked in surprise: "How did you get the treasure that I didn't even touch?"

Feng Jianxue ignored him and continued to draw beautiful runes on the sand with his head down. Not getting a response from Feng Jianxue, he continued: "Isn't it the one that belongs to me, Ah Da? "But where did you come from? I, your precious baby under your bed …"

"Swish …" The viciousness in his eyes scared the man out of his wits and he quickly said, "You forgot, the last time you took me to steal my mother Dou Hua's crotch, then told me that it was gone and told me to find it myself under the bed …"

"Whoosh …" Chu Feng turned his head again, concentrating on drawing on the ground, but his heart was filled with tears. What exactly did the three claws do? Now that it was all because of him, he was already at a loss for words for how many times he had felt about these youngsters' youth.

"What are you drawing? "Interesting …" He looked at the runes on the ground and asked curiously.

"Mountains, seas, deserts, fangs …" Chu Feng looked at these square characters doubtfully. Half of them were explanation, and the other half were reflection.

"My name?" He pointed to the "square" with the "square" and "square" as if he had found the most novel toy.

"En, Cutter, this word 'gap' means' gap '. This word' tooth 'means' tooth '. The fang of the Fangs Blade is also this tooth. The fangs are called the sharpest teeth of all beasts …"

Compared to those memories that would flash and hurt, the memory of the words coming at him was not slow at all. Even he himself was surprised.

"Ha, so that's what my name means? A missing fang? Tsk tsk, it's hard for Ah Da to give me such a good name, it's even better than his second stick name … "

He didn't care much about whether his father was called Er Tou or not. What he cared about was that he didn't know how to explain the concept of having a front tooth. Actually, having a front tooth meant having no front tooth.

"What's this called?" Gou Ya was very smart. Although he had never seen these words before, he was acutely aware that the word 'peak' appeared the most frequently. It was more frequent than the other words added together.

"Peak, a very high peak, vast and lonely …" Suddenly, an explanation flashed through his mind. It seemed to be from someone very important to him, but he couldn't say who it was. He felt a sorrowful and sour feeling in his heart, as if he was very, very far away from this person, as if he was from hell to heaven.

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