Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Shao Xuan stayed in the stone room every day, learned the last of the patterns on the right stone wall, also studied the paintings on the stone wall, thinking that it might be helpful in the future, anyway, idle is also idle.

Winter passes a day, much calmer than you might imagine. During the winter of the year, the children in the cave kept fish, along with food and firewood sent by the tribe, and some winter herbs that were reserved for Shao Xuan, nothing unexpected happened.

The first two days a younger child was a little cold and had a fever. Shao Xuan boiled the herbal medicine he had given him and it stabilized in less than two days. As long as it lasts for a while, if the body is too poor, the herbs are useless, and if you can't find someone to come over, it will destroy the world like Shao Xuan's body. Fortunately, in the period leading up to winter, the children in the cave ate well because they often went out for activities and had a slightly stronger physique than the previous winter morbidity rate.

In the stone room, Shao Xuan put a fur mat on the ground. Sometimes he studied murals too late and slept directly here. Fingers painted on the ground, finished one, Shao Xuan sighed, winter has passed two-thirds of the time, there is still about twenty or thirty days, the days will be much better, stay in the hole every day feeling the whole person will get moldy, rusty, spiritless.

I was thinking, lying next to Caesar's ear, looking out the stone room.

Then Shao Xuan heard Ger shouting.

It's not supposed to be a date with Gordon to deliver food. You think too much in the stone room?

With confusion, Shao Xuan walked out of the stone room and went over there to see.

“Uncle Gert, what are you doing?” Shao Xuan looked at a triangle on the stone wall that he specially used to remember, because Ger came here every three days, so Shao Xuan did not use the word "positive” to remember the time, but instead drew the triangle, but now the last triangle is still missing a single painting, that is, Ger should not come until tomorrow.

Grigg shook the snow on his clothes beside the fire heap, pulled out a beast roll and said: “I came to find someone. All those who are 11 years old remember this, call me. ”

Shao Xuan took a look at the animal skin roll and wrote seven names on it, including stutter and slaughter. The two of them seemed to think of something, and their eyes lit up, looking at this side with anticipation.

The name on the animal leather roll was just like Shao Xuan knew. He called people over, and two of them were still asleep. Some confused people were forced to wake up from their sleep and when they saw G. and several children who were already standing next to G., they rubbed their eyes, suddenly packed their things quickly, grabbed their mouths and jumped to G.

Grigg's gaze paused on the fishtooth necklace hanging from the neck of seven children, and then swept through the brand they were wearing with their names on it, checking it out. He was usually responsible for delivering food and had an impression of the children in the hole, but this time things could not be so-so and had to be determined repeatedly.

“Yeah, just seven. ”

Put away the hide roll and throw Gert a hide cape for each of the seven children. “Get dressed and follow me out later... you too, Moore. ”

Moore was only eleven years old after winter and is now ten years old.

Moore, dressed in clothes and carrying a knife, unlike other children or in a mood of excitement or envy, walked over calmly and seemed to expect something like this.

“All right, Xuan, you go back to sleep. I'll take someone away first. I'll bring food tomorrow on time.” Open the curtains and take a few children away.

Shao Xuan lifted the thick grass curtain on the outside a seam. The cold wind that blew in made his eyes sting and hurt. His gaze was also a little blurred. However, he could still see the thick snow layer outside the hole and the path that had been opened. The snow layer on both sides of the road was higher than that of the child walking on the road. A small figure was frozen and shaky, but he still followed the grid closely. Instead, his footsteps did not shrink slightly, but carried urgency.

Drop the curtain and Shao Xuan returns to the cave. The rest of the kids in the cave were sleepy, staring at the fire.

Shao Xuan knows why.

After winter, there will be wind and snow festivals and sacrificial activities, and the top priority of sacrificial activities is annual totem awakening, able to awaken the power of totem. Since then, it is a totem warrior, but if you fail to awaken, you can only wait another year.

Children in the tribe, usually around the age of 10, will be sent to the mountains for pre-selection before the end of winter, and the witch will leave children with a greater chance of awakening and the others will return. Compared to other tribal children, however, children on this side of the cave are generally poorer, so they are delayed by one year, sent up to the mountains for pre-selection at the age of 10, and in the cave at the age of 11. Moore is a special case, after all, Moore is not a pure caveman, because he is trained often and is in much better shape than other children.

The children who followed Gog in the past must be uneasy in their hearts right now, all expecting to be left behind by the witch this time, because, as long as the witch stays behind, 90% of the time will awaken the power of totem, even if the remaining 10% will not awaken this time, next year will certainly succeed.

Shao Xuan is only nine years old, he is ten years old after winter, it is still early, nothing is wrong with him now. After Ger left, he advised the child in the cave to go to him if anything happened, and went back to the stone room to continue studying murals.

Four days later, when Gert sent the food, he brought back four rather depressed children, including slaughter and stutter. The two oldest 13-year-olds are not here, and also, after the winter, they are fourteen years old, and if they do not wake up, they will be a little unusual.

The former "Hole Master” Library is also thirteen years old and knows people who live in the hillside, who are probably preparing for training this winter. Many fighters believe that before the force of totem awakens, the stronger the body, the stronger the ability after awakening. The client stays on the hillside for a winter, the ku can eat better, and can be taught some experience by Totem warriors, much better than staying in a hole. That's why Coop didn't spend the winter in the cave this year and morning in the mountains.

“Don't be discouraged. Sooner or later, you may become a Totem warrior next year.” Germanic comforted the four depressed children and set aside their food before leaving.

“I envy that they have been left behind by witches, and that they can be taught by witches.” A child brought back by the grid said.

“Hey, what did the witch tell you?” The other kids came around and asked.

“O witch...”

The four children, who were supposed to be drooping their heads, suddenly looked up 45 degrees, with worship and awe in their eyes.

Shao Xuan whispered beside him.

Still teaching? Brainwashing, right?

That old god stick.

Shao Xuan also said only a few words in his heart, didn't say a word, look at the four children, just a few days, he was thoroughly brainwashed by the old god stick.

After this little pendulum, the cave returned to calm. Though slaughter and stutter are still frustrating, life has to go back to normal.

One night, Shao Xuan slept in confusion. He dreamed of two curved moons, ice and snow melting, and fire... until he heard some shouting, and shouting was getting louder and louder, awakening him from his dreams.

The voices are not coming from the cavemen, but from elsewhere outside.

When the older child woke up, he listened carefully to his voice, and suddenly he was delighted, "Winter must have passed! ”

Shao Xuan struck a debt, wrapped in a fur blanket. It is still dark. The fire in the hole is extinguished long ago. Nothing can be seen. Only children's voices are heard everywhere.

Shao Xuan asked Caesar to take it and touch it in the hole.

Lift open a thick layer of grass curtains, and the screaming outside can be heard more clearly to hear the excitement and joy of those voices.

Against the cold wind, Shao Xuan looked into the night sky.

The snow stopped and two rounds of the moon that disappeared for a long time reappeared. Although it was just a thinly curved blurred shadow, it made the dark night sky a little more angry.

At the end of winter, the Festival's sacrifice is on the agenda.

I wonder how many will be Totem fighters this year? This is what a lot of tribes think when they're excited to scream.

Everywhere in the tribe there are people standing outside the house watching the night sky with the cold wind. As these people stopped shouting and discussing the upcoming snow and wind festival, they suddenly heard a scream from the hole belonging to the child.

“The moon is out, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! ”