Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Shao Xuan did not go out hunting, he went up to the mountains every few days and handed over the scroll of beast painted by the witch.

Shao Xuan did not paint a witch roll this time, but a common beast roll.

Witches want to let you know that their ancestors have also used hounds to stimulate the enthusiasm for breeding and training young animals, but some content cannot be revealed more and can only be made public selectively. By choosing good content, Shao Xuan paints better than most people, and the annotations extract parts of the original version, not all of them.

Compared to witch rolls that have to use inheritance, ordinary scrolls are much easier to draw.

A hundred scrolls with annotations, all finished in less than ten days.

On this day, Shao Xuan went up the mountain with the last ten scrolls of animal skin and gave them to the witch.

For Shao Xuan often runs to the witch, the tribe people have long seen no surprise, even those who guard the witch gate will not stop him, the witch said Shao Xuan came directly to let him in.

“This is the last ten.” Shao Xuan put ten animal skins on the stone table in front of the witch, and let the witch examine them to make sure that nothing went beyond the plan.

The witch quickly lifted the sweep and set aside the beast skin roll. As on previous occasions, Shao Xuan was not allowed to leave immediately.

As soon as Shao Xuan saw the witch like this, he knew that the old man still had something to say, and that it was not one or two sentences, so he sat in jeopardy and waited for the next word of the witch.

Seeing Shao Xuan's reaction, the witch laughed first, and then the smile faded. “Do you know what I'm talking about with the chief and the elders of the tribe? ”

Shao Xuan shook his head. He knew that during this time, the chief, two big leaders, and several veteran warriors with a greater voice in the tribe often came to the witch, and they were still together. Seeing such a position, he knew it was not a small matter, so Shao Xuan would not stay long every time he came. Sooner or later, the witch will say that Shao Xuan is not curious about what he should know. Now, however, the witch does not seem to intend to hide it, at least not Shao Xuan.

The witch pulled out a bigger beast roll and spread it out on the stone table, “You know what this painting is? ”

Shao Xuan leaned forward and looked at the painting on the eyeball roll.

Though rough, you can still see, "This is a tribe, and a hunting route. ”

The animal scroll on the stone table, equivalent to a simple map, paints only the location of the tribe and several hunting routes.

Most of this animal skin roll is painted in black pigment, including tribes and several hunting routes, but one is painted in red pigment, and the red one is not any hunting route known to Shao Xuan.

The witch lifted her finger, put it on the red line, and dotted, "That's what we talked about. ”

Shao Xuan stared at the line and thought, eyebrows moving, looking at the witch, "The tribe is planning to open a new hunting route?! ”

The witch did not expect Shao Xuan to guess so quickly. After all, for the vast majority of people in the tribe, never thought of opening a new route, even if they saw the diagram, they would not necessarily think in that direction.

But the witch was just stunned for a short time, and laughed. “That's true. ”

Tribes are growing in size, but the number of people who go out hunting is limited, and although there are special circumstances at home or injured fighters are excluded from the hunting team list, it is inevitable that some healthy people will be left behind.

What a waste.

But if every hunting team increases in numbers, it is unnecessary and could be worse. Hunting outside is not as good as the number of people, and the record of our forefathers also says too many vices.

Witches have been considering new routes for years, and Caesar's change has strengthened his determination.

If a tribal cub grows up, after successful engraving, it will inevitably become a greater force, which is a force that cannot be underestimated.

In that way, it was essential to open new routes.

So, the witch went to the chief, two big leaders, and several veterans of the tribe who had a better voice to talk to.

Others would not insist if the witches did not mention the opening of new routes, but now that the witches have mentioned it, the old warriors are very excited, which is a landmark thing for them.

They respect their ancestors, they worship their ancestors, but they also listen to witches. The people who were called here were basically supportive in this matter.

The opening up of new routes is not an overnight event, and preparatory work in the early stages must be ready and, most importantly, the selection of personnel.

After discussion, it was finally decided to launch the plan within three years. If it goes better, it could start in a year, and if there are some unpredictable changes in it, it would be delayed. If it still cannot be implemented within three years, the witch will cancel the plan.

With regard to the number of people opening new routes, it was initially proposed to be 30. Expensive is not much, and this “essence” is not necessarily strong enough to look at all aspects.

After the initial decision, the two big leaders and the old fighters went back and told their grandchildren about it in secret, hoping that their grandchildren would perform better over the next year or two, and that they would be more likely to be selected on the list of the 30.

They were not afraid to open a new route, and almost everyone who heard the news was very excited, especially the young fighters, who were in very good physical condition, who were quite eye-catching every time they went out hunting, and they naturally had to do their best to grab 30 places.

How can they be discouraged to open new hunting routes like their ancestors, which is an honor in tribal history?

No wonder there have been some crazy trainees over at the training ground lately.

After the witch said it, she looked at Shao Xuan sitting opposite the stone table.

Shao Xuan reacted differently than the others. As far as the witch knows, everyone who knows about this is very excited, and several of them have even been excited for days, not even the chief. It is only natural that the chief and two big leaders must participate in the opening of new routes.

But why is Shao Xuan so calm? Doesn't he like the opening of new routes?

The witch looked at Shao Xuan with his eyelids drifting across the street and wondered what Shao Xuan was thinking.

Shao Xuan was silent for a while and looked up at the witch. Instead of saying what had been opened up by the new route, he asked: "Have you ever thought about reaching out to other tribes? ”

In Shao Xuan's words, the reference to “other tribes” is not a little uncertain. The witch can hear that Shao Xuan is very certain that other tribes exist!

Originally thinking about the new route of the witch, this moment is a glance, and there is no smile on the face, quite different from the peaceful atmosphere of the weekday. The witch of the moment, like a battle knife, the blade of this battle knife, is facing Shao Xuan.

At that moment, Shao Xuan almost jumped straight away, but still held on, sitting where he was, still holding on to the face of the genius, looking at the witch.

The atmosphere was half-stopped and the witches gradually converged. At first glance, peace seemed the same, but the stiffness and seriousness on the face were extremely rare.

I don't think about the new route anymore. Take a deep breath and stare into Shao Xuan's eyes. "How do you know? ”

Is there anyone else outside the tribe? Tribes have discussed it privately when they are bored. There are rumours, but there are only rumours, and many believe that there are only one of them, but some believe that there are others, but the world is too big for them to get out.

And if you know the exact answer, you can count about five fingers in the tribe. Witches are undoubtedly one of the clearest. After all, he can read the inherited voodoo and know more things that no one else knows. However, the witch remembers that he did not show Shao Xuan any of the other tribal scrolls!

“I came out of a hole near the foot of the mountain, where there was a stone room with paintings on the walls of the stone room.” Shao Xuan said.

The witch felt her heart pounding. Whether there were paintings in the cave, he was not sure, had been seen in the cave, with the exception of some very ancient pieces of stone.

“The painting was covered.” Shao Xuan said how he found out about the painting, "but when I woke up, I reapplied it with stone powder when I left the hole. So far, no one has seen anything but me. ”

The witch hung his heart down a lot, but he was also curious as to what kind of painting was in the hole below the mountain, and he didn't remember the relevant records.

“What's on the painting?” The Witch asks.

“There are hounds, there are farmland, there are... beautiful cans...”

“What else?” The witch questioned.

Shao Xuanton paused and said: "One day we will return to our homeland. Glory remains, and the fire of the Horn will never be extinguished. ”

When Shao Xuan said the first word of the sentence, the witch's hand began to shake, which was the expression of his emotions beyond his control.

“… like.” The voice of the witch carries some hissing, in the characters recorded in the ancient volumes, in the list of ancestors, the third name is "Like.” And what Shao Xuan just said was also recorded in the ancient volumes.

There is no more excitement to open a new route, the witch is bitter, "If you can walk out... why open a new route! ”

Shao Xuan looked at the witch. The witch's eyes were already red, so she could barely cry. Looking at it like that, her emotions would not calm down for a moment and a half.

Thinking about it, Shao Xuan still didn't say what was in his notebook.

As Shao Xuan stepped out of the stone house, the witch was still in a depressed mood. Shao Xuan didn't intend to tell the story of the mural in the hole so soon, but he didn't expect to encounter a new route to open up the plan. After thinking about it, he said something about the mural.

It seems that the witch does not want to go out, and many of the forefathers have probably tried it before, and it still has not succeeded.

Alas, there's a long way to go.

As he was walking, Shao Xuan suddenly heard the "Ow” sound coming from above. He looked up and could not help but throw a spear.

At this moment, he was grabbing a young beast, and the young beast was obviously the one in the tribe who had trained and was screaming.

“Shut up, you get down!! ”