Chronicles of Primordial Wars

As the last hunt came to an end, temperatures slowed down.

Shao Xuan dragged his last hunt of the year down the hill.

The weather is cooling and winter is almost thirty days away. Put some food in the tribal ice hole and take the rest down the mountain.

Another hunting team is ready to go out, and they have to hurry until they come back, believing that winter will be officially upon us.

Old Ke met his friend on the mountain, Caesar stayed there for a while and walked down the mountain with his old man. As for the chirping, Shao Xuan returned to the tribe and saw it flying in the sky. After attending the baptism on the top of the mountain, he did not see its shadow.

As soon as he came home, Shao Xuan saw a hawk lying on the stone table. The hawk hung around the edge of the stone table. He couldn't move. Shao Xuan thought that the bird's head had broken. Good thing the goods jumped off the stone table one by one soon. When he fanned his wings, several wooden chairs around him were photographed in an eastward direction.

Growing up so big, he still retained his childhood habits. He was fine on the rock table. He lifted everything he had left on the stone table and was smoked a few times by Shao Xuan or he didn't change it.

Looking at the squeezed eagle, Shao Xuan cut a piece of animal meat and threw it, “Go out and eat! ”

Even though the house has been expanded, it can't hold its wings in the house.

When he left with the meat in his arms, Shao Xuan planned to treat the meat and marinate it. He looked at the stone cylinder in the kitchen and it was filled.

The kitchen is a room specially separated by Shao Xuan with a simple stone stove that is more convenient than a stone pot.

Remember there is also an empty stone cylinder in the corner, Shao Xuan walked over and looked. There is an old stone cylinder, brought here by Old Gram, it is quite old, the cylinder opening is cracked, there is not much water at all, just put it here for now, intend to put something else in it.

There is a wooden lid on the stone cylinder, which has not moved for some time and has been covered with ash.

Shao Xuan opened the wooden lid and looked inside, but saw a guy with a big sink quietly inside, and many serrated pristine thorns on his back. The water inside the stone cylinder is just a little over its back.

When I saw it, Shao Xuan remembered.

The turtle was caught in the fish-grill during the bi-moon tide. Shao Xuan Jean Langa kept the stew for him, and later he sent it to me. Shao Xuan threw it directly in the stone cylinder of the old Ke family. Later, because of a series of things such as hunting, building houses, moving houses and so on, Shao Xuan almost forgot about it, and Old Ke didn't eat it until now.

Count it, it's the end of the year, it's been a little over six months, it's been in there, I'm not starving to death!

Probably hungry, not very spiritual, Shao Xuan poked with a wooden stick twice, it also moved slightly.

Why don't you stew it today? Shao Xuan wants to.

I was wondering if it was stewed today or a few days later, and Old Ke had brought Caesar back.

When Old Ke came in, Shao Xuan asked: "Do you think we should eat it today or have it for a few days? ”

“Hmm? This is still here!” Old man was surprised.

When Langa sent this turtle, he didn't say Shao Xuan was going to kill it and eat it. Plus there was Caesar and chirping in front. Old Ke thought Shao Xuan wanted to bring this back to keep playing. After all, he already had two in front, and one more was not new.

So after putting it in the stone cylinder, Old Ke just added a little water every three years, throwing some meat residue or something. He thought Shao Xuan would pipe it, but he didn't know, Shao Xuan had forgotten about it. Later, after the house was expanded, Old Ke asked about this turtle before realizing that Shao Xuan didn't mean to be fed, but when the food was kept, so he stopped feeding. Food is different from pets.

Old Ke used to think that pets were a backup food, then he spent a long time with Caesar and chirped, and there was a little emotion. Every day Caesar walked around with him, naturally he didn't want to starve Caesar, but the food was different, in tribal thinking, if it was food, why should I waste anything else feeding it?

As soon as it's on hold, it's now.

“Yeah, this was the time the river rose after the full moon, caught with a fish-grill by the river, I let Langa save it for me to cook and eat, and then as soon as I got busy, I forgot it.” Shao Xuan said.

“I haven't fed it in a long time and it's still alive!” Old Grammy moaned. After all, they have no shortage of food, they have not finished eating in the previous stone cylinders, and this one in the corner is not paying attention.

“This creature is hungry, has a long life span, and does not die easily.” Shao Xuan said, throwing a newly cut piece of animal meat inside.

The original turtle immediately bit up, when the eagle hooked his mouth to bite the meat hard, because too hard, after biting the meat, he pecked on the wall of the stone cylinder and made a bang.

Shao Xuan looked at the inner wall of the stone cylinder and found various scratches and bite marks on the inner wall. If it had not been for the thickness of the stone cylinder wall, it would have been pecked through. Perhaps more than half of the cracks in the stone cylinder are also due to it.

“Why don't you just eat it today?” Shao Xuan turned to ask Old Ke, but found him staring at the turtle in the stone cylinder, not knowing what he was thinking.

“Xuan.” Old Grant stared at the tortoise inside and said.

“What?”

“Didn't you say you were going to learn from the witches in the mountains in the winter?” Old man asks.

“That's the plan, and the witch agrees.” Shao Xuando.

“You can dedicate it to the witch.” Old Granger lifted his finger to the tortoise that was active after eating meat from the stone cylinder, "he said.

“To the witch? ”

Witches don't lack food. How can this be rare?

But soon, Shao Xuan also reacted. Old Ke thinks the meaning of this turtle is very good, like Shao Xuan just said, “long life”, “immortality”.

Shao Xuan doesn't know what it means to be a tortoise here, but in the last life, many people really think of a tortoise as a symbol of immortality, and this tortoise is really very powerful, put it here for so long, hungry it doesn't have the strength to peck cylinder, otherwise, such a stone cylinder would not necessarily trap it.

Think about it, when he caught it, Langa tortured the prey trapped by the fishfence for a while, then brought it here, hungry it for a long time, nearly six months, calculated that it didn't really eat much, but still stubbornly survived, which also convinced old man Shao Xuan's meaning of “immortality”.

What is so connotative, the tribal residents always feel that it should be dedicated to the admirer. Old Ke is naturally one of them. Plus Shao Xuan has to follow the witch to learn. This seems to him to be an honor. It is natural to dedicate this symbol of immortality to the witch.

Seeing Old Ke insist like this, Shao Xuan won't have to eat it hard, but there is no shortage of food anyway.

“Come on, next time I go up to the mountain to find a witch, I'll take it.” Shao Xuanying.

Rumor has it, Old Kruger laughs, "Until then, you have to keep it. ”

Old man thinks that something dedicated to the witch must be in excellent condition, otherwise they will not show their sincerity.

So, after more than a decade of delicious and delicious service, Shao Xuan grabbed the back of the turtle with his hands, turned his abdomen outward, and half-handed it up the mountain.

Mountain.

The witch is sitting in the stone house, holding the brush on the scroll of the animal, what is recorded, heard Shao Xuan come to offer food, some curiosity, after all, Shao Xuan's hunting team has returned to the tribe for so many days, what can now come to give?

Put the pen down and the witch looked up and saw the turtle in Shao Xuan's hand as she was about to say something.

The skin on the old witch's face was smoked, and what she was going to say was held back.

In the past, when the rest of the tribe came to donate food, they all cut meat chunks and treated them clean. To Shao Xuan, they moved a tortoise directly here, or were they still alive. The tortoise was growing an eagle hook, and there were bitten wood chips in its mouth.

Obviously, the tortoise was quite destructive, and when Shao Xuan brought it in, his face was still murderous. He couldn't help but bite it.

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I'm sorry, we'll have a chapter tonight. We'll be back early tomorrow, and we'll be back on the weekend.