Chronicles of Primordial Wars

“My name is Xuan. ”

Shao Xuan said his name in this tribe. He can only see the bones now and can't see the face of the witch. However, seeing the witch pause after hearing the name, it seems like he is recalling something, he knows that this person probably still doesn't remember.

It took a while for the witch to make a sound, but she stopped asking about Shao Xuan.

“Well, you stand with your peers. ”

Shao Xuan didn't say much, he didn't show dissatisfaction on his face, but his heart was long gone. This old god stick is a memory, remember?

“Well, since everyone has awakened totem and gained the power of awakening, the first thing you need to know is how to use that power.” The witch did not hesitate to say.

“This is a turning point in your life, and since then you have been a true Totem warrior, but it is also a new starting point, how far you can go in the future, on your own, never carelessly, staying in the early stages, or continuing to grow like the good warriors in the tribe. ”

At the time of the conversation, the witch looked at the leader, O., and showed these little warriors, look, this is the example.

Being a leader, OH naturally has much more power than most of the warriors in the tribe. Due to the worship of power, many newly awakened warriors naturally idolize OH, including these small warriors.

“As Totem warriors, the first thing you need to know is how to find the source of power within you...”

This is also the main purpose of the witches to keep these little fighters here tonight.

“The source of power exists in the blood, but when you are young, it is only asleep. One day, when the time is ripe, it will begin to awaken gradually upon the summons of the spark... close your eyes, throw away your whimsy, follow the strength in your body, and naturally see it...”

When the stone house began to warm up, everyone sat down and closed their eyes according to the witch's guidance.

Shao Xuan did the same.

When the mind was empty, a graphic gradually appeared in the ocean of consciousness. It's a flame-wrapped double angle, a tribal totem, and besides that, there's an egg-shaped thing that shines bright white light and wraps the totem around.

Egg-shaped…

“I saw it!” A child can't help but get excited, "he said.

“It's a totem!” The other kid screamed.

“I saw it too! ”

“Me too! ”

“…” Everyone was arguing one after the other, fearing that they would be misled by the witches to see the source of their power, and treated as foolish totem warriors with no growth potential.

After a loop, these children can almost find their source of strength, except...

“Xuan, have you found it? ”

When the witch sounds, all the other children immediately look at each other.

When they talked to each other earlier, they heard that Xuan came from a cave under the mountain, and was only 10 years old after the Snow Festival. Generally speaking, he was awake at this age in the tribe, only a minority, and lived close to the top of the mountain. He was the descendant of some powerful warriors in the tribe. And there's also a saying in the tribe that the sooner you wake up, the more likely you are to prove your potential for growth and become a powerful warrior like a chief.

Until then, the winter was not over, and when they were chosen by the witches to stay, the youngest was the elder grandson of the chief, the Spear.

The hunting weapons commonly used by the chief O. are spears, countless prey falling under the spears of O. The spears also represent countless glorious events belonging to O. Many in the tribe know them. According to the tribe, the chief gave the first grandson the name of his weapon, which was remarkable and clearly gave him high hopes.

Obviously, however, this sacrifice did not stand out from the spear recognized as having the greatest potential, but was protruded by a foreign army, and the sacrifice was discovered only halfway.

Spear's face has been stinking, especially when looking at Shao Xuan, with obvious provocation in his eyes, can't wait to fight first.

Unfortunately, Shao Xuan could only see the skeleton. He could not see the expression on his face at all. As for the provocative eyes that had persisted for a long time, they were completely wasted, just as they were thrown at the blind.

When I heard the witch's question, the spear also stared at Shao Xuan, and I looked forward to Shao Xuan saying “I didn't see it”, so that Shao Xuan would definitely be laughed at.

Unfortunately, Shao Xuan failed to make them what they wanted.

Hearing the witch, Shao Xuan nodded, “I saw it too, just like the totem that appeared in the fire pond. ”

Now that you can see it, the witch is relieved and continues to spread the knowledge of the origin of the spark.

Shao Xuan closed his eyes and went to look at the egg shape in his head except for the totem.

Since no one else mentioned anything other than totem, that is, this white “egg” was only seen by Shao Xuan himself. Based on this shape, Shao Xuan couldn't help but think of the strange stone that he had taken in his previous life without leaving marks and burning.

The more you look, the more you look...

If that's the case, then you find the reason why you're different from when someone else wakes up.

Speaking of using the power of totem, the witch called the spear to show you.

“A punch without using the power of totem. ”

A soldier next to him, at the behest of a witch, took out a tablet that had long been ready.

The spear stepped out of his chest and saw his grandfather, O., the chief of the tribe, passing his eyes, breathing deeply, shaking fists, putting up momentum, drinking loudly, while holding his fist suddenly bombarded the tablet in front of him.

Boom!

A murmur.

The tablet was just trembling.

The spear slightly frowned and stood with his fist retracted.

Shao Xuan hurt for him. However, looking at the fist of the spear, it was found that the finger bone of the spear had not been injured, nor had the smell of blood come from it, and it was estimated that the skin had not even been broken.

This is different from the strength of the body before awakening, from the flesh to the bone, each inch is fortified.

“Okay, now use the power of totem and do it again.” The witch said.

This time the spear frown loosened up and looked much easier.

Only the spear gradually revealed a totem pattern, while the spear punched again.

The same punching posture seems to use the same force, nothing special, yet gives a completely different feeling.

Boom!

The slab that is punched shall be broken.

These little warriors are ticklish and can't wait to try it on their own. However, instead of taking out more tablets, the witches let them practice statically here and learn how to use the power of totem.

After teaching, the witch leaves with a man, and now he must rest. And O. looked at the exhausted witch, and looked at the red palms. Think about it and come back tomorrow to tell the witch.

The witch who was taken back to her stone house lay on a fur blanket, then the fire, opened a beast roll, which he recorded during the sacrifice today, with details of each child, who started to wake up at the fire pond, and who woke up first, were recorded.

It also contains information about Shao Xuan, including the birth of Shao Xuan just written, and what is happening now.

When Shao Xuan saw that he had raised a wolf, the witch thought back hard.

It seems to be true, no wonder I just heard the name "Xuan” very familiar.

At that time, he rarely went down the mountain to see how people were living under the mountain. He didn't expect to hear someone say "raising”, so he left a tattoo and didn't let the tribe people do anything against the little wolf. He wanted to get an extra piece of food. After going up the mountain, he was told that a plant he had been searching hard for had been found. The hunting team brought back a strain, and he put all his heart into the plant and studied the medicine for almost a year. When the herbs were finally developed, he couldn't even remember raising the little wolf.

I don't know how the little wolf is now...

At this moment, Caesar, finally remembered by the witch, was pitifully squatting out of the hole, facing the cold wind at night, and Baba looked up at the mountain and could not help but scream "Ooh”.