Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Shao Xuan knows that tribesmen will have great curiosity about things from outside tribes, but people like the punishment usually look like “Witch boss, my dick”, who are always serious about a face, actually get excited.

His nostrils flared, his nostrils dilated, his breathing became impatient, each time heavier than the previous time, that old face swollen red.

“This... this is...”

The punishment held the stone carefully and looked carefully. At this age, whether hunting or grinding stones, there was much more experience than most people in the tribe. Naturally, he could see that the stone grinding time would not be too long, maybe only a few years, at most just a decade.

However, since this stone is not from the ancestors, where did it come from?!

If it's for a kid from the mountains in the district, it really shouldn't be. Well, the main purpose of the witch's arrival is naturally this stone.

Thinking about it, he doesn't care about the 30-person quota, what opens up new routes, what the competition between the two sides is, the only thing he wants to know now is where this stone comes from!

The witch sat there, and now she is not in such a hurry as before. Although her breathing is still a little unstable, her hand holding the staff is still shaking, but her face has returned to the calm and deep appearance of the weekday.

“That's exactly why I'm here.” The witch said.

Unconsciously tilting her body toward the witch's side, she raised her ears and prepared to listen carefully. With a slightly trembling voice, the witch slowly said: "Ah Xuan, tell the old man how you got this stone. ”

Suddenly, he stared at the boss and looked at Shao Xuan. He was greatly stunned by the words of the witch.

What, did Xuan get this stone?! Where did he get it?

No, this kid's been gone for almost a year!

“You, say it!” In the face of Shao Xuan, the punishment is not so good tone, the impatient and habitual style of speech in the past, makes people sound like they are interrogating. Those eyes are like two sharp knives, I can't help but poke you.

However, Shao Xuan didn't care about the tone of the sentence, and the witch was here, and there was nothing he could do about it.

“Here's the thing...”

Shao Xuan briefly explained the origin of the stone, because the punishment was so urgent, so much was omitted, only to highlight how he got the stone.

“Back... is the 'back’ tribe!” His eyes were red and he looked at the witch and said, "You came here to be sure? ”

The witch nodded, "So I hope you take that thing out and take a look. ”

He took a heavy breath, sentenced the stone in his hand and put it back carefully, like dealing with fragile objects. Every minor move was extremely cautious, controlling the force, afraid of an inadvertent breaking of a corner of this stone.

If the inmates knew that Thunder was a violent and extremely powerful type of punishment, and had such a gentle attitude, they would probably have dropped their chin.

In addition to a stone table with several wooden chairs and a bed, there is an extra large stone cylinder containing other large and small boxes.

Half kneeling, the punishment opens the stone cylinder, stretches out his hands, takes out one of the stone boxes inside, equally cautious wings, every move is like thinking twice.

Shao Xuan also noticed that when the punishment looked at the stone box, his eyes were full of reverence, his emotions were very warm, his original knife-like eyes, but at this moment he stared at the stone box, as if everything around him was nothing.

Carefully place the stone box on the table and the punishment will open the stone box.

Shao Xuan stretched his neck and looked inside. Inside, there was also a box.

Between the boxes, there is some wood chips, obviously to provide a cushioning protection.

The punishment took out the little box and carefully wiped the wood debris outside, that was soft, like beating people to the extreme.

Open the lid.

Inside, also loaded with some wood chips, something in the middle, wrapped in thick animal skin, Shao Xuan hunting so long, nature can see the quality of this animal skin at a glance, it is the animal skin of the high grade vicious beast.

Normally, the beast hair on the higher level beast is stiff, but there are also soft spots, which are only relatively rare.

Good stone, special wood chips, and this rare animal skin are all designed to protect that thing inside, which makes Shao Xuan's curiosity even worse, staring at the action of the punishment.

The punishment carefully and carefully took out what was inside, opened the wrapped animal skin, and was protected from what was inside, and suddenly appeared in front of Shao Xuan's eyes.

Shao Xuan stared at the table, and both the tortured and the witch watched with enthusiasm, like an extremely precious treasure, blinked, then blinked, and looked at it again.

Shao Xuan didn't know what kind of expression he should give to show his mood at this moment. He just felt like a bunch of cranes in his heart were smashing his mouth and running over again.

Until then, seeing the witch and the attitude of the punishment, it was inferred from what they said that there might be an external tribe here, and it was extremely precious, so Shao Xuan thought that it was probably a rare treasure, such as the ice blocks he had seen from the mountains near Eagle Mountain, or the skin of white worms, silk, or something like crystal, or even something thicker, such as a part of a higher level beast, that the tribe loved to keep.

But I don't want to see something so... unexpected.

And what is cautiously punished is a pottery pot, and it is a colorful pottery.

There are paintings on the pottery cans, similar in style to the one on the stone he brought back, each with a whirlpool curl.

Seeing Shao Xuan staring at the pottery can on the table, he couldn't help but lift his mouth.

“You haven't seen it!” The punishment laughed with pride.

Shao Xuan: “…"

“It's silly!” The punishment continues to laugh with pride.

Shao Xuan: “..."

“This is a treasure from my ancestors, from the outside, it is not made of stone!” The punishment felt that Shao Xuan, the boy under the mountain, had not seen it, and probably did not know the precious value of this pottery, because the tribe had not succeeded in producing a pottery until now, even with the animal scroll of pottery inherited from its ancestors, it had not succeeded once.

Later, what was left over hundreds of years ago naturally became the priceless treasure of the tribe, carrying too many unspeakable and undisclosed secrets of the tribe, while the home of those who kept pottery cans naturally formed a sense of superiority.

Although these pottery cans are very fragile, although they do not bring much power to the Totem Warriors, even so, they will not be exchanged even if the most powerful beasts are produced by others!

“Like that family, there's also the treasure of our ancestors, and it's also a pottery can, unfortunately, on that pottery can of their family, there's no painting, very ugly, with my pottery can, oops, it's just a fragile herbivore, the difference between a fierce carnivore!” The sentence continues.

In the hearts of the people of the tribe, the animals that are not powerful and vegetarian are the scoundrels, and they are blind to the eyes, but the flesh-eating beasts that look tough and bloodthirsty, otherwise, they are the mighty ones, the mighty ones in the real mountains. For the strong, they always take a high look.

Shao Xuan: “...” The old man is so proud of his tail! That old face couldn't hide the laughter of Joseph, making people want to punch him.

No wonder in the past, when listening to the gossip of high tribal figures, I always heard the quarrel between the punishment and the other old men. Aside from the style of action, it's probably because of this tao in his house. This is a sense of superiority.

Shao Xuan opened his mouth and didn't really know what to say. In general, this is the difference between non-indigenous and indigenous peoples.

Shao Xuan looked at the pottery pot, the painting on the pottery pot, with a natural factor, those simple lines, like clouds, like wind, in addition to a human face, except that each one was painted with a curly line with a vortex, it looked exaggerated, the painter consciously abstracted to modify the human pattern, the lines in three colors, red red, brown, brown, decorated around the pottery by painting.

This is not only a form of beauty for tribal people, but more importantly, it also contains totem images involving tribal witchcraft rituals, giving people a sense of wonder. This is also the identity of the tribe, and when you see the pattern with this style, you know which tribe it's from.

As the sentence just said, this is from a tribe called the Return. So, the ancestors of the tribe, they had diplomacy with the Return tribe?

The witch watched and began to say the constant punishment. She shook her head with a bitter smile. Once she talked about this colorful pottery, the punishment would always be like this, totally like two things on a weekday.

After a while, no one responded to the other two. He thought of the stone that Shao Xuan had taken out. He closed his mouth and thought of the pattern on the stone. He picked up the pottery jar carefully and showed Shao Xuan and the witch a pattern at the bottom of the pottery jar, which was identical to the pattern on the stone.

“It should be 'back to' the tribe.” Sighs. Once upon a time, he thought that what his ancestors called the outer tribe was too far away from the tribe to touch one for thousands of years, and even that there was nothing new from the outer tribe except the old objects left behind by his ancestors.

I didn't expect to see one today, is that, in his lifetime, he might see something from another tribe, like the "back” tribe, or, man?

When you think about it, you get excited. The eyes look enthusiastically at the witch, trying to get the exact answer from the witch, or at least, an expectation. Witches are the wisest people in the tribe. If anyone can solve this great difficulty, other than witches, the punishment will be unexpected.

“I, have an idea.” The witch spoke to the torturer about what she had thought of flying out of the tribe by chirping.

Listen carefully to the words of the witch, the punishment can't hold the spot, “Nice, there are a lot of obstacles over the mountain forest, if only it could fly over. ”

Shao Xuan listened to the discussion of witchcraft and punishment and inserted a sentence: “Actually, you can try to cross the river. ”

I was thinking about how to fly over the alpine marshes and look at Shao Xuan at the same time.