Chronicles of Primordial Wars

From the Koshien family to the central area, it is not far, but not close, and the Koshi tribe is very large, because of the pool, it does not live as closely as the Flaming Horn tribe.

Now that most of the tribal fighters have gone everywhere to resist the invaders, there is naturally a small number of people who remain inside, and not necessarily everyone who patrols and scrutinizes the internal crisis can be accommodated.

Shao Xuan walked by a pool, not dark at night due to the moon, and was able to see clearly around, but in this case, there was also a crisis hidden that was not easy to detect.

The road ahead is clear, the pace is not fast or slow, there is no pause because of the hidden crises around us, nor is there a rush to get there.

There was a bloodstain next to the sink, spreading open the water grass, and you could see the silent people lying there, looking at the clothes, which belonged to the clan of clans.

When several people swept over there, there was grief on their faces, but they didn't say a word more. A similar situation occurs every year, although not every year it is severely traumatized.

Shao Xuan looked around, years of hunting experience to make him feel that someone was staring at them, but didn't know where they were hiding. Shao Xuan can tell if there is a slight movement.

Not just Shao Xuan, but most fighters who go hunting in the Flaming Horn tribe can see it.

If you can't locate it accurately, change it.

Shao Xuan moves the special abilities within the body, the field of view under his role, can clearly see the surrounding bushes, several skeletons obviously different from the surrounding trees, but some are blocked by trees, not clear, or only part of the body.

But that's enough.

Thirty meters away from them, someone hid there, hidden well, almost stopped breathing, fused with the surrounding bushes, not easy to spot.

As Qingyi said, people who can sneak in without a sound are very good at hiding their skills. The other side is like a hunter waiting at the trap door for their prey. To achieve their purpose, they can even stand in the same place all day and night, maintaining this latent state of not eating, not drinking and not sleeping. Once the opportunity is found, they can attack and even drag people to their places of death in a suicidal manner.

This style of behavior of the tribe also discourages many other tribes. Once the tribe is involved, it enters a state of high alert, and every time it encounters the tribe, it is a brutal slaughter.

Shou Xuan had already seen several bodies before coming here from the Shenzhen family and was silently killed.

Around the muddy areas, or in the grass by the sink, there are also some little crocodiles screaming, very anxious, eager for their parents to come back, but those big guys have to wait at least one day for the river to rise.

“Everybody be careful.” Shao Xuan did not directly point out where people were hiding. He could see that Qing Yi, who was ahead of him, should have noticed. After all, this is their land. If you tell us where people are hiding in the dark right now, you might push them all out.

He hasn't come back yet. He's got five kids here. It's hard to do.

Closer and closer to the person hiding behind the tree over there, Qing raised his hand and retreated the four people behind him, while Shao Xuan pulled the armor next to him in the other direction.

Qing Qi's feet just took another step forward, a human figure suddenly poured out of the tree, his eyes fiercely cold, not the kind of clan with almost no emotions cold, but a kind of killer forest cold.

This is a rather dangerous tribe. Shao Xuan has placed the Xiao tribe on the diplomatic blacklist. If the Flaming Horn tribe comes along smoothly and returns to its homeland, be sure to be prepared for the Xiao tribe.

Those who rushed out suddenly, filled with fine lines like scales, emitted a dangerous smell, instantly causing several people to sink their hair to rise quickly.

At the moment of the other party's rush out, Shao Xuan found that Qing's arms burst up and made a clicking sound. Apart from his arms, the rest of his body was also like inflation, bursting up suddenly. He appeared to be thinner than the rest of the clan. After this brief change, the loose leather coat became tight.

Cracked mouth, four slightly long pointed teeth exposed, two up and two down, a low grunt coming from the throat. When he looks at the lurker, his eyes are like two bright spots, perhaps because of the moonlight, which are a little bright.

As the intruder gets closer and closer, Qing Yi also moves, his legs tread on the ground, highway approaching, the entire arm muscles are raised, hidden beats are constantly, each piece has a great explosive force, allowing him to make the quickest blow in a very short time.

Here, there is no fancy technique, no more straightforward or deceptive backlash to combat, no more than simply decisive attacks, and no more decisive decisions to kill each other.

The intruder had a bone knife made of animal bone, but when he waved it down, he found it caught by one hand.

After holding the bone knife empty-handed, the other arm fell like a stone pillar, so close and so forceful, if smashed lightly, the cripple dies!

The intruder tried to avoid, but found himself holding the knife's hand, sometime already clamping his arm, as if the beast had bitten the prey firmly, and he could not escape unless his arm was broken.

The intruder had the courage to break his arm, but unfortunately he had no time to break his arm.

Knock!

There was a crisp sound of a broken bone in the air.

The intruder's eyes still had an incredible light, but soon the light went down, twitching all over him, and there was no sound.

The person who broke his skull in one direction threw it aside like garbage. He suddenly pulled his feet and went in one direction. There was a small bush over there, which did not look like a good place to hide.

Clear as a suddenly accelerating racing car, the whistle passed and the blink of an eye reached the bush.

After counting the sound of a body collision, the sound forcibly penetrates the flesh.

Shortly afterwards, Shao Xuan saw the figure hiding behind the bush and was torn in half.

Very violent and bloody way, very tribal style. If you look at Ichi's eyes now, you'll find that his eyes are not black and brown, but the same as those with fierce temperament.

Qing Yi is the only person in the entire tribe with two colored eyes. The eyes are black on weekdays and look harmless, but once in the fight, it becomes another violent look.

Probably the act of Qingyi made the people lurking around realize that they had been discovered, flushed out of hiding places, felt that Qingyi could not deal with it, and looked at Shao Xuan. As long as you solve the older ones, the kids can handle it and do it at any time.

The opponent exploits the speed advantage, and when it comes out, it shifts position to avoid the instant burst of the tribesmen, who have a better chance of succeeding as long as they avoid the first move.

However, Shao Xuan is not a member of the Xiao tribe, and Shao Xuan is not slower than the other party.

Shao Xuan pulled out the white nail tooth knife. Since leaving the tribe, the knife has not been washed by baptism. There are many red marks on the original white knife. Those were left by Shao Xuan when he crossed the river in a canoe. Even if he was careful, he could not avoid going through the fight.

Normal brushes do not wash knives. After many killing knives without washing the knife, there is always a deterrent atmosphere, a frivolous knife, the nearest armor to Shao Xuan feels a cold forehead, the back is cool, can't help but strike a chill.

Shao Xuan took a breath, his body fluttered, facing the person who rushed over, he did not hesitate to go up, holding the toothknife's shoulder trembled, the whole arm was like an accelerator installed, the shadow became blurred, chopped to the person who came facing him.

Shao Xuan did not change as much as they did in inflation compared to the people of the Xiao tribe, but this knife was more powerful and powerful!

The knife and shadow crossed a fuzzy arc, listening only to the pounding lightly. The first intruder rushing towards Shao Xuan had been wiped off his neck because the rushing force was too strong and the other party's entire head was almost chopped off.

Shou Xuan did not stop to kill one person, like a hunting leopard, avoided the other's cut, rubbed himself past, and hit the other's arm with a knife handle.

Boom!

The other knife did not touch Shao Xuan, and was severely cut into the mud pool at Shao Xuan's feet.

Strong knives were cut into mud pools, like a small bomb exploding in a mud pit, and turbulent mud, such as a soil fireworks, burst open.

For a while, the sunken armor was unable to see the aftermath of the splashing mud, but when the mud fell again, the battlefield behind it was over.

The man standing next to the mud pond, holding a black bone knife in his hand, maintained a chopped position, the fine, scaly totem pattern on his face gradually disappeared, his eyes staring straight at his chest, where there was a blood hole, blood constantly flowing from inside, staining the native cloudy mud water red.

For the first time, Shao Xuan was surprisingly calm, wondering if it was the body itself that influenced his mind, or if he was accustomed to the cruel rules of the world, or if he was born cold?

Shao Xuan swept the blood off the knife with a wave of arms. Someone else came this way, coming from the outside, or not knowing if it was a forced breakthrough or a hidden infiltration.

Either way, it's a long way to go or send the kids to the chief.

A figure flashed through the sky. Shao Xuan's heart was next. If he could send these five children over now, things would be much better.