Chronicles of Primordial Wars

In a cheer, the hunting team walked on that “path of glory” and drew a long shadow in the sunset.

Strong warriors carry much bigger prey than they do, looking like an ant carrying a quail egg, not only carrying it on their shoulders, but also picking their backs, and dragging some behind them with grass rope.

Rich harvest, really full to return.

I heard that no one was broken in this team, only two were seriously injured. The wounded were at the witch's place. The situation has stabilized. With the strong body of the tribes, it won't take long to jump again.

After finding Langa and Mai and others in the team, Shao Xuan turned back to the cabin and did not squeeze over to greet them like the others.

Where the team leaned forward, obviously shorter than others' boards, carrying two large wild boars, the spear was particularly proud, with his ears held to the crowd's praise, his mouth could not hold open, it felt really... so good! His back was up again, his side looked towards the crowd, and he saw the shadow of Caesar leaving.

Because Shao Xuan is too tired, Shao Xuan doesn't have much spirit. The back of the shadow really looks a little depressed.

I must have struck, spearheaded. Carrying two wild boars, the spear was still thinking. After Shao Xuan entered the hunting team, how can he strike again?

After a night's rest, Shao Xuan felt full of energy, full of energy, even the acidity and numbness of his muscles disappeared, as if he hadn't been grinding for so long yesterday.

As usual, Stone Core was picked up in the morning and went to Old Ke's in the afternoon.

But today, Old Ke gave Shao Xuan half a day off to give Shao Xuan a rest.

Looking at his own sanding results over the past few days, Shao Xuan picked up some. Old Ke took out and exchanged only half of the finished stone, and the remaining half let Shao Xuan keep it for himself. So Shao Xuan still has a lot of stoneware.

Two mesh bags woven with grass rope filled with selected stone tools, and Shao Xuan walked towards the hillside.

When Shao Xuan arrived, Langa was still asleep. After going out hunting, without rotation, he would always come back for three or four days.

“What's the matter?” Langa beat his arrears and his dripping eyelids almost closed.

“Oh, I just came by to give you something to sleep on.” Shao Xuan put one of the net bags on the stone table in the house and intends to leave. I would have liked to hear about the hunting, but now I think I'll wait a few days.

“For me?” Though sleepy, Langa was curious to see what Shao Xuan had sent.

Seeing the bag unwrapped, waiting to see a polished stone claw inside, Langa's eyes opened suddenly, his eyes sparkled, and he took out a stone claw and began to take a closer look.

Both wings on the stone, Shao Xuan is made according to the size and shape used in Langa's habit, so the barbs are longer than others because Langa uses them like this. If you change without permission, Langa is not used to it, so Shao Xuan didn't add some other ideas to it.

Langa looked at the stone on her hand, the more surprised she was.

These stones are very well polished in front of you and the important wings are almost perfect! The stone wings can play a balancing role in stone flights, making the arrow wings more accurately targeted and slightly inappropriate, greatly diminishing the hunting effect. To enhance the killing power of the wax, Langa herself sharpened the sharp edges of both wings, sharp forward, and two long sharp barbs.

Langa has always felt that only his own grinding stone can be used, others, even if his grandfather grinds it, don't necessarily use it. But now, looking at the stones on your hands, Langa is amazed, just a quick glance and you know that these will definitely work very well.

The shape of these on your hands is almost identical to the shape of the stones that Langa herself polished. No, it's not exactly the same. These stones need to be polished more perfectly in front of you.

Normally, when Langa grinds herself, because of the high demand, some details don't take time to grind, but what about these in front?

“Hey, Xuan, thank you, I love it! By the way, thank Old Kerk for the grinding stone! ”

In Langa's view, these stones are naturally polished by Old Grass, and Shao Xuan naturally asks Old Grass for these stones before sending them.

Langa stretched out her thumb and touched the wings of the stone. Tsk, this blade is so well polished! It's a masterpiece!

Shao Xuan, who had just walked out of the door, smiled back: “I'll help you with the message. By the way, I polished those myself. You'll have to see if you can do it. ”

Upon hearing Shao Xuan's reply, Langa was touching Shi Xuan for a short period of time. He looked up at Shao Xuan with amazement. The muscles on his face trembled twice.

“Wait!”

Langa took two steps in front of Shao Xuan. He took the stone bolt on his hand and looked at Shao Xuan Dao almost word for word: “Did you do this? ”

Shao Xuan nodded his head, “Yeah, how's it going? ”

Still…?

Langa stared at Shao Xuan's eyes filled with blood silk, even breathing heavily.

If this still “fits in," then what are the things you do now? Stone scum?!

Shao Xuan was somewhat confused about what Langa meant. He had some Langa stones in his hand, because once used, Langa didn't want to take them hunting. It was too bad to throw them away, so he gave them to Shao Xuan for training. When Langa first started training, they also used “second-hand goods”, which was very common in the tribe.

Shao Xuan made the stone basket just like Langa gave it to him. It is true that there are some defects on the stone, more or less, but overall it does not affect the use much. Shao Xuan always thought that the minor defects were just the reason that Shi Xuan had used them once, and Old Ke did not evaluate them after seeing them, but rather gave Shao Xuan a "barely fit” review of these shi Xuan himself. That's why Shao Xuan just said "fit in”.

Langa looked at Shao Xuan and his eyes were complicated. Perhaps there is a stone master grandfather, he himself sands stone tools, consciously has quite a talent in stone together, now he is small, even if he can't catch up with his grandfather, but in another decade, he can definitely exceed, and, among peers, his own sanding ability is above most people, especially stone stone stone, almost no one among peers can exceed him!

But now there is a child in front of him who is only 10 years old, not long after awakening, who has not learned the stone tools for less than 30 days, and the grinding stone has hidden more momentum than himself. Naturally, it can be seen from his eyes that such stone tools are not only capable of being polished with sufficient time and finesse, not to mention that these stone husks are very smooth at hand and there are no multiple stagnation points, which may have been polished at once in a short time!

How can a hunter come back and change so much?

I'm going out for 20 days, not two!

Think before going out hunting, he sent Shao Xuan a bunch of flawed second-hand stones. Langa's face was blushing and she couldn't help but crash into the ground. Though he usually has a thick face, on the stoneware, deeply perceived by grandpa, the idea is a very different standard than usual.

Deep breaths!

Breathe deeper!

Langa stretched out her trembling finger and pointed out, “You, don't show up for three days! ”

After speaking of Langa, he put down the door curtains and stopped sleeping. He walked to the small room of the stone grinder and started polishing.

In another house next to the Langa house, an elderly man came out with white hair, old but still looking healthy and carrying a hundred pounds of rock was no problem.

This is Langa's grandfather, the old man slept a nap, chewed on the trunk of meat and was planning to go down the mountain to meet his friends, heard the sound of a stone grinder, thought which son was preparing the stone for hunting, turned his head, never covered the window, saw the grandson who should have died sleeping in the house and appeared in the stone room.

When the old man was excited, he almost choked on the meat jerky. His eyes stared like stone balls, and he looked at Langa like a fierce beast in a mountain forest for a hundred years.

Fuck you!

This bastard can't beat up his bed every time he comes back like a cartilage without sleeping for three or four days?! That's weird!

And Shao Xuan, who had just been yelled, "Don't show up in three days", doesn't understand. What's wrong with Langa? Didn't you wake up with low blood pressure?

Shaking his head, Shao Xuan carried another net bag and walked up the hill, where Mai lived a little bit closer.