Chronicles of Primordial Wars

The people near the foot of the tribe know that now Old Ke doesn't pick up stone tools, doesn't know what he's doing all day, he sits out in the early morning with a cane and comes back at night.

And Ke, you don't have to swap food yourself. Shao Xuan has enough food. In Shao Xuan's words, it's called "tuition fees”. Old Ke thought about it and didn't refuse.

One set, one broken. Old Grant was tired, but in a pretty good mood. Finally, after leaving the hunting team, I was able to build on what I had learned. Although far less than I was then, it was enough for Shao Xuan to drink a pot.

Watching Shao Xuan get beaten up by those trap locks every day, Old Ke laughed happily. That's how he was taught back then. However, he was not as gifted as Shao Xuan. He didn't want to think about it for too long. So, Old Ke is rushing to do everything he can to make Shao Xuan feel the “wonder” of it.

Old Ke knows that Shao Xuan's talent is too good. Perhaps after a while, the trap he can now set is not enough to pit Shao Xuan. If he's still at his peak, if this leg isn't worn out, he can at least spend some time in the pit.

“Alas...” Old Ke was a little sad, but not as gloomy as he used to be.

“What are you sighing about?” Shao Xuan climbed up from the bottom of the mountain with a mud on his face and sat beside Old Ke. Old Ke came up with a few more difficult things in the past two days. In order to hide from the short arrows fired from the grass, his face was smudged with mud. The mud was like knowing that he would arrive at that position at that point in time. It appeared so timely that the moment he arrived in time to Shao Xuan, he had no time to make a move. This was the only thing he could take. What if, at that time, it wasn't mud, but something else?

Shao Xuan felt he still had to learn.

As a hunter, if you can see the thousands of traps at a glance, and as a hunter, you can do a set of absolute kills, then you will be a true master.

Though a lot of people in the tribe will find it useless to learn this, chicken rib skills, and when will the hunting grounds have time to trap you? Didn't you have to do it yourself?

But Shao Xuan just thought that learning this might really help in the future.

Old Ke looked at Shao Xuan's reaction after relentlessly approving Shao Xuan's performance just now. He saw Shao Xuan staring at the area where he had previously set a trap below and contemplating. He was not slightly dissatisfied and complained about the criticism he had just made.

Old Ke has no mercy now, but he is still worried that Shao Xuan has a problem with him. It is rare to find such a suitable teaching goal. If Shao Xuan shakes his hand and says he doesn't want to learn anymore, Old Ke will definitely exhale blood.

Old Ke told Shao Xuan that he had performed better than Shao Xuan in that year. It was based on what he had learned for more than a hundred days, and Shao Xuan has not done more than twenty days. Less than 20 days...

Shao Xuan passed through various shortcomings before combining Old Ke's pointer analysis, and Old Ke looked up to another place on the mountain with a sense of feeling. There was no one there, and now there is a person standing there silently.

Tower, Shao Xuan is the leader of the hunting team, the son of the current chief, one of the only senior Totem fighters in the tribe today, the next chief candidate.

Old Ke recognized each other at a glance.

Though he had little contact with the tower, at its peak the tower was just a spear-like junior totem fighter until he was injured and left the hunting team, and the tower was just hunting in the hunting team. However, according to some information received from some old friends, the Tower does not really attach much importance to traps, especially after entering the advance troops of the hunting team, and more importantly, few people who are picked into the advance team by the Tower have a good set of skills, at best they are only able to survive.

This is different perceptions of awareness, different paths do not make plans together, so Old Ke has never had a good impression of the tower.

And on the other side of the tower, the old man's eyes weren't very friendly.

Tower had meant to pull Shao Xuan into the advance team. Of course, he just pulled him in first to try it out. He felt that since Shao Xuan had been sheltered by his ancestors, he would certainly have had the luck they had given him. With Shao Xuan, is it better for him every time he hunts?

Starting last year, the hunting results of the tower were not very good. Although the tower seemed to the tribesmen to return every time to a large number of ferocious beasts, in fact, many of their tasks were not completed, and their performance was not comparable to that of another hunting team.

The two hunting team leaders, both candidates for the next chief, have been competing with each other, and the tower is now anxious to see each other beat their own achievements once and for all. It was only after this encounter with his ancestors that he struck Shao Xuan, who was about his own son's age.

The more details the tower has heard about the last hunt, the more satisfied it is with Shao Xuan. At first, he just thought Shao Xuan was not necessarily much better than his own son. He was just a little more capable of night vision, plus luck. But then he went on to try and find out that the kid was moving up pretty fast... maybe that's why the witch cared about him?

The tower did not tell the others how fast Shao Xuan had improved, and kept them secret from the drug addicts and the tourists.

Although the tribe did not explicitly stipulate that the newly awakened fighters of that year could not join the advance team, they were generally selected as experienced fighters with at least a few years of hunting experience and a certain degree of self-preservation capability, and no new, soon-to-be-awakened fighters were recruited.

The next hunt is approaching, and Tower intends to talk to the witch for two days to bring this year's newly awakened warrior into the advance party, even if it is not clearly stipulated, he will have to ask for instructions. As for the chief, that's his father, and naturally he turns to his side, and no one will stop him.

Originally I heard Shao Xuan has come to this area to train a lot lately, and I still want to see, who knows just to learn from the old man who has quit the hunting team to set up a trap, it's a waste of great talent! Disappointed!

While Ta and Old Ke were measuring each other with the same less friendly gaze, Shao Xuan was thinking "yo”.

The tower followed Shao Xuan and Old Ke's gaze and saw the witch-handed wolf running from the bottom of the mountain to the mountain. Running like a wolf?! It's so much worse than those wolves in the mountains and woods!

The tower was completely blind to Caesar. In his view, such a wolf would have eaten earlier, otherwise it would have been a waste of food. The more he thought about it, the more dissatisfied he felt that Shao Xuan had done too many things he disagreed with. If he didn't want to borrow the shelter of his ancestors, even if Shao Xuan became a good intermediate warrior in the future, he would not necessarily be allowed to enter the first-hand managed advance team.

Shao Xuan didn't care what others thought, he was happy with Caesar's training results.

Caesar rushed to Shao Xuan, placing a large beast leather bag in his mouth in front of Shao Xuan, and squatting beside him for praise.

“Well done!” Shao Xuan praised him without being stingy, and then gave Caesar a piece of meat already prepared as a reward for the completion of his mission.

“Xuan, what are you?” Old man wonders.

Shao Xuan poured out a few fruits from that little beast's leather bag and put the bag away. "Well said, ‘A good dog is a hunter's ear and eye’. I'm trying to make Caesar a good dog. Maybe I can help him in the hunt in the future. ”

The tower, which had intended to leave with disappointment, paused to listen after hearing this sentence.

“Good dog?” Old man continues to wonder.

“The fox can't escape the nose of a hound without being cunning.” Shao Xuan said.

“Hound?” Old man asked.

The tower also listens with its ears. Using the wolf's sense of smell, he's very interested in this.

“Hound dog, is a domesticated wolf. ”

Shao Xuan trained Caesar to learn to use his sense of smell to look for things, beginning with clothes and bones, then with fruit, and now Shao Xuan wants Caesar to try to look for something lighter.

“Wolf nose spirit.” Shao Xuan smiled.

“Witches taught you that? That's a good idea.” Old Ke said something carelessly.

For old man's words, Shao Xuan just “hmm” sound, no further explanation.

He really wanted the painting in the cave to recreate the tribe, but since it was deliberately covered, Shao Xuan would not easily say it. When he left the cave, Shao Xuan went fishing while the boys were out, painted the mural with stone powder, and the stone room window was clogged with things, no one else found it.

When the rest was ready to go back, Shao Xuan looked at the place where the tower had just stood and left with Old Ke's toolbox.