Chronicles of Primordial Wars

The witch seemed to have known Shao Xuan was going up the mountain, just sitting in a stone house waiting.

The person guarding the door saw Shao Xuan and smiled kindly.

“The witch is waiting inside.” One of them whispered to Shao Xuan.

“Thanks.” Shao Xuando thanked him and walked into the house.

Seeing the witch sitting there, Shao Xuan felt that the witch seemed tired, not physically, but spiritually, and seemed to have disappeared for almost a year, and the witch was much older.

Shao Xuan walked to the low stone table and sat down. "Are you okay? ”

The witch nodded with a smile and the wrinkles on her face deepened as her face changed.

After a closer look at Shao Xuan, the witch was very pleased, “How was the journey? ”

“Pretty good, got insight, I'll draw it for you then, and of course, you have to provide some hide and paint, and I don't have any of that right now. ”

Although I said that I would draw the experience of this journey in the form of a witch roll, there are too many experiences, it is not possible to draw them all, some Shao Xuan has to mention to the witch.

As for the big hawk with the road escort, the tall mountain range, the ice fields on the top of the mountain, the mysterious hawk mountain, and the strange white worms, Shao Xuan will explain them in detail and draw them carefully on the witch roll.

Witches listen very carefully, and sometimes think about it in conjunction with their ancestral records. Nor did he intervene, leaving it to Shao Xuan to say that he was afraid that if he interrupted, he would miss some details.

When Shao Xuan finally finished his speech, the witch had not come out of her mind for a while and returned to God after a while.

“Eagle Mountain, it does exist.” The witch sighed.

When he saw the little bird Shao Xuan pulled out, he knew it would grow huge.

Shao Xuan once asked him, did you ever think about going outside the tribe to find people from outside the tribe?

In fact, the witch thought about it a long time ago, and this is something that every witch has thought about, but no one has ever succeeded. And when he saw the eagle, the witch had an idea, and he thought, if one day the eagle could grow smoothly and grow big enough to fly past the obstacles around it, to other places farther away, beyond the reach of tribal warriors?

As our ancestors once said, the Peak Eagle is a race that is not afraid of the top of the mountain. They see tall mountains, they don't seek refuge, they conquer.

At all hunting sites, there are mountain peaks that some warriors cannot cross, cutting off the way forward. When they hunt, they avoid those places, even the ancestors who opened their hunting routes back then, avoid those mountains. Unless they find another route across the mountain, they bypass, they can't bypass, they can't bypass, they can't bypass.

Others in the tribe did not know that their ancestors had encountered many obstacles in opening up their hunting routes, and eventually had to abandon their original routes instead of the ones they now have.

What stops the warriors is not the bloodthirsty beasts, but a mountain, a wide river, a difficult place.

But if there is a mountain hawk that can only fly directly from high altitude, then all geographical obstacles will be overcome.

If the eagle is lucky enough to survive and grow smoothly, even if the witch can't see it all her life, she will write her thoughts on the skin of the beast and pass them on to the next witch, the next witch, and even to those who will take over the position of witch in hundreds of years, hoping that they will see that day, the day when they truly walk out.

That's why he gave Caesar a better protection on the first day of his sighting.

And now, he didn't expect Shao Xuan to take the chirp, find Eagle Mountain, and let the chirp complete the first stage of growth!

Everything seems hopeful.

A few years ago, he was excited about opening a new route, but after Shao Xuan told him about the outside world, he felt that it was no longer important to go out, whether opening a new route or anything else. It faded so that when the tower fought with both sides, it was uncomfortable.

It's just that he won't tell anybody about it. After all, a lot of things, in other people's eyes, are a nothingness. As the spiritual leader of the tribe, he cannot act impulsively without absolute certainty.

“Good! Very good! Xuan, the next time you come here, bring the chirp with you.” The Witch is pleased with the tunnel.

“Well, the next time you bring it with you, it's much bigger and the house won't fit in.” Shao Xuan said.

When I heard the chirping so long that "the house could not be squeezed in”, the witch smiled and closed her eyes. I could not help but call the chirping to praise it.

Shao Xuan looked at some overjoyed witches, grabbed the goose bumps on his arm and stopped wanting to talk. The witch is in a bit of a mood right now, and that thing, is it now, or is it another time? At this age, can it be stimulating?

“What, are there any other changes?” The witch's smile diminished, he asked.

“This… well, what, do you think, is far from us?” Shao Xuan asked.

The witch just converged and revealed her smile, full of anticipation: "Just chirp strong enough, big enough to find other tribes, trust me, there will be a day! ”

Then, the witch became a little dazzled and sighed: "It's just, maybe I won't see it that day. ”

Shao Xuan did not make a sound, but just reached into the leather bag of the beast, gave the giant eagle inside to his stone, took it out and placed it on the stone table in front of him.

After returning, Shao Xuan carefully cleaned up the stones. There was nothing strange about it this time.

And the witch, after seeing what Shao Xuan had placed on the stone table, sighed half his qi and stuck it directly there.

The witch froze, maintaining the motion just now, even the expression solidified, only those eyes, staring closely at Shao Xuan's large flat stone on the stone table.

“Giggle... giggle..." The witch tried to say something but just made some pointless noises, like foreign objects stuck in her throat.

“Hey, are you okay? Calm down, calm down! Take a deep breath. Breathe!” Shao Xuan saw the witch like this, scared, waved his hand in front of the witch's eyes, hurried over and patted the witch's back, “Take a deep breath, like this, whoo-”

Shao Xuan, blocked in front of the witch, was swept aside by the witch, the witch trembled all over her body, raised her hand, reaching towards the stone, that hand trembled, if holding a lady filled with soup, could directly shake the soup inside away.

The witch finally slowed down and Shao Xuan sat back.

“I didn't finish. This stone, a very large eagle, was given to me. It almost threw me up...” Shao Xuan told me all about what happened back then, how to find the pattern on the eagle's feet, how to feed the eagle, etc.

The statue treats the extremely precious fragile item with care, touching the stone carefully, and listening to Shao Xuan without a word.

After Shao Xuan finished his speech, the witch picked up the stone with the pattern on it and looked carefully at the painting.

The painting looked like a rolling cloud, and the witch searched through the memories, shaking with excitement, and said, “I remember this picture in the animal hide of my ancestors. Wait, I'm going to flip. ”

Shao Xuan only felt that the wind had blown through his face and the witch was gone. Soon the witch returned, took the stone from the stone table and left again.

Looking around, Shao Xuan got up and poured a glass of water beside himself. Drink slowly, wait slowly.

When people came in on the way to exchange hot tea for a witch, they saw Shao Xuan sitting there in peace and smoking on his face. Probably, Shao Xuan was the first person to be able to drink tea here at the witch, if nothing else. Even two big leaders would be unconsciously cautious here.

After about half an hour, the witch returned like another wind and called Shao Xuan: “Come with me, let's go find the punishment! ”

Shao Xuan knew who the “punishment” was in the mouth of the witch. When he came here before, he saw the “punishment” several times. He was older than the witch. He heard that many people in the ancestral family had also been chiefs and witches. He would also be called in when the tribe's voice was heavy and there were major events to discuss.

However, the old man did not seem to be a good speaker. Shao Xuan remembered that the man's eyes were not very good. He looked like a knife and could not help but scrape a few knives on people.

The witch took Shao Xuan and walked out of the stone house towards another place on the mountain.

At this time of the journey, a lot of people were chatting outside, saying that they saw the witch move quickly on his old leg, chirping, passing by them, they did not have time to salute.

“Is that... a witch?” A soldier said.

“Seems so. ”

“What's going on? How could he be so desperate? ”

“Didn't you see who was behind the witch? ”

“They go in the direction of Ray's house. Ray's grandfather, it's a punishment! ”

Speaking of this, a few people look like "I get it”. Looks like the witch is going to fight Shao Xuan for a spot.

The returning hunting team, although he is the big boss, will often listen to the opinions of the punishment. If the witch asks Shao Xuan for a quota, he wonders whether the punishment will agree. As for the addition of one more person, it is even more impossible. When he swore to the spark next to the fire pond, he said that there are only thirty people, there will be no additional person, and there will be no less.

At this moment, the punishment is sitting in the house, half-closed eyes, thinking about things.

The father of the sentence once said to him, "Keep your eyes open for the long term, not just for those around you”, so the sentence felt that the descendants of the family were limited to the original hunting route, too monotonous.

If you want to do it, do it big! Opening a new route will be a glory that no one has been able to reach for centuries except our ancestors!

Such glory naturally belongs to one's own people, and he does not care about others.

Thinking about what Ray had just said, why should the witch do the wrong thing to someone on the hill for a kid under the hill, with a heavy "hum” coming from his nostrils?

Just thinking, the witch has come with Shao Xuan.

Because it's a witch, no one else in the family dares to stop it.

Although older than witches, they also have a place in tribes, respect for witches still has to be there.

As for Shao Xuan, next to the witch, he took it as if he had not seen.

“Xuan, close the door!” The witch said to Shao Xuan behind her.

Unlike other people, the room is made of only one animal hide or grass curtain, and there is a plank.

Shao Xuan pulled the planks across to cover the sight of others outside the house.

There was anger in his heart when he saw such a force as a witch, and he was about to say something, and he saw the witch put what was in his hand and put it carefully on the table next to him.

All the rage, all the words, the moment you see this stone, it's all covered by another emotion. The muscles on the surface, probably because the mood is too complex, too excited, become a little twisted.

Shao Xuan felt more goosebumps on his arm.