Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Although Shao Xuan was curious about the slaves and slave owners who appeared here, Shao Xuan also had to follow the expedition team first.

The slave owner had a lot of housing here, and at such a crossroads, there were a lot of teams coming and going, and there were a lot of people coming here every day, like the tribal expeditions, and he would charge a certain “fee”.

All the work, it's done by the slaves.

But Shao Xuan found that the slaves despised by the people of the clan, although in poor physical health, were much more than the tourists.

By the way, power, power!

Those slaves have more power than the Travelers! It doesn't necessarily have to be strength, it could be something else, speed, or reaction, or something.

Those slaves were suffering, numbness, contempt for their surroundings.

Becoming a slave abandons all past beliefs, and henceforth there is only one - his master.

The night grew thicker.

Nor did Panning tell the slave owner that he still needed to arrange a team.

It's not a very good place to set foot for the time being, the space is small and everyone is crowded in. It's better than feeding mosquitoes by the river, and by night, it's not very safe out there. If you don't go out, they'll cut you off. I hear some crazy travelers will eat people when they get hungry. Though I'm not afraid of them, it's always good to be on guard, let's hug.

As for chirping, there is no need to worry about Shao Xuan. The goods can live on the hunting grounds, where the beasts pose no threat to it at all. Even in danger, it will look for Shao Xuan.

At this time, in the surrounding area, in the houses that Shao Xuan had seen before, there was also a fire heap lit up, and those who went out to work came back with the results of a day's labor. Some come back from the mountain forest, others from the river where the expedition team docks, and they also do the hard work, but with very little pay.

A thin figure walks fast through the night and the wooden stick in his hand swings fast, driving away the buzzing mosquito.

In front of a small cabin, he moved a thick plank, flashed in, and then quickly moved the plank back, blocking the mosquito outside.

“Back?! ”

In the house, an equally skinny woman, sitting there holding a small child with fatigue. The child in the woman's arms is asleep.

In the corner, there's a plank of wood, that's the bed, and there's a little figure sleeping on it.

“Mm-hmm.” The man who just came back from the outside put aside the hide of the beast, which had broken several holes, and pulled out today's harvest.

It's some fruit from the mountains, and a fish, a rabbit.

The animals around them, they're almost hunted, and a little farther away, they have limited abilities, and going is death. As for the fruit, there are many, immature, that have been picked. Lucky for us today, we found some big fruits in a corner that wasn't easy to get noticed.

Seeing fish and rabbits, women's eyes lit up, that's good enough.

The woman puts the baby in her arms carefully on a wooden bed and puts the fish and rabbit in a pot, because both have been slaughtered and cleaned outside and don't need to be treated to bring them back, just cook them directly.

When she came back, she bit the fruit a little bit, and after a while, the woman put one of them with a lot of juice in it and put it in the mouth of the one-year-old child on the wooden bed.

With food, the child was not asleep, holding the fruit and eating quietly.

The woman handed the two fruits to the daughter on the board bed: "Eat some first. ”

“How was your day?” Woman asks.

The man shook his head with a sigh.

Ten other people came here with their families, three of them joined other tribes, one stayed smooth, the other two were driven out and failed to survive; four were left behind by beasts as they entered the mountain for hunting; and two became slaves. The rest of them, plus their families, have been here for almost a decade.

“If not, I intend to find someone to leave with. Let's go somewhere else. We've already talked to them today.” The man said.

As I was saying, the plank blocking the door was snapped.

“Flashing, open the door! ”

As soon as he heard the sound, the man just relaxed his tight muscles and put down the stone knife with many gaps in his hand. He got up and moved the plank away.

People who come in from the outside are shorter than the flames, thinner than the flames, like skinny bones, full of blood filling their eyes, shortness of breath, like making some kind of decision.

“What's the matter?” Flaming question.

The other person came in and raised his head violently because his emotions were too exciting and the expression on his face was a little twisted.

“Flashing, I... intend to... go that way!” Talking about the man looking in one direction.

Flashing eyes opened by surprise.

“I... can't take it anymore! I met them today, and they have power again.” The man said, by the way, show the flame of his broken arm today, this arm, if it is as it is now, will not recover for a short time.

Flashing knows who “they” are, who came along earlier, who became slaves. And the people in front of us, the direction we were looking at, is where the slaves are in this area.

The flames flashed open, but I didn't know what to say. I was thinking of leaving together, finding a better place, trying to live, but I didn't want to. The other party has given up and can't survive. The lack of power does make people desperate.

“Okay, I'm leaving," the man walked to the door and stopped, his back flashing, slightly flashing: “Make a decision early, and don't think about the impossible. ”

When the man left, the flames sat quietly there, watching the fire in the fire, silent.

When the eyes stare straight at the fire, the muscles on the scintillating surface twitch twice and the meridian is clearly visible on the non-coarse arm. The strangest thing is that the lines that appear on the flashing face are not clear. If Shao Xuan is here, he can definitely recognize them. This is the totem mark on the face of the Totem Warrior of the Flaming Horn Tribe!

However, compared to Totem warriors in the Flaming Horn tribe, the totem lines on the flashing face are not clear and stable, sometimes slightly clear and sometimes completely hidden. And naked upper body and arms, no traces.

The flames have always felt that his power should be far more than that, but because he is a tourist and has no spark, he cannot be a true Totem warrior.

He knew that his ancestors were Horn Tribes, passed down from generation to generation, and everyone remembered, Horn Tribes, and tribal totems.

“Father says the Flaming Horn tribe is still here.” The flames whispered.

“The people of the Flaming Horn tribe are powerful warriors who can easily carry a bear, with flaming double-angled totem pattern, can fill their entire bodies, flaming flames of the Flaming Horn tribe, can fill an entire mountain...”

The flash began as a whispering whisper, and the tone was quite calm, as if telling a story, but gradually, the tone was repressed and the eyes were red.

Because of obsession, the flashing ancestors brought a word “flame” or “horn” to the names of the younger generations to remind them of the names of their tribes. If one day they can find a tribe, their wishes will be lost. Therefore, descendants are not allowed to join any other tribe, to be slaves, or to betray their own tribe, even if they die.

But after all these years, the Flaming Horn tribe, no one around has ever heard of such a tribe, no matter how many times the flames say that their tribe is still there, the spark is still there, no one else will believe it.

But it is true that flashing power is greater than others, and will reveal a faint totem pattern. This is an important reason to be able to persevere until now.

But now he's confused.

Ten other people who came together, all of them couldn't survive, and now they're the only ones left.

Leaving?

If not enough people had left their homes alone, they would probably have died.

Someone left the first two days, but the next day was found dead by a river not far away, and his blood was sucked dry, and the mosquitoes sucked it. Half of the body has been bitten. It was eaten by animals who came out of the nearby mountain forest at night. If it were for another day, there would be no bones left.

Even if the flames are stronger than others, that's relative to the tourists, not necessarily enough for the Totem Warriors.

Power!

With strength we can live better in a world like this!

This is also why many unsustainable tourists have chosen to become slaves. Becoming slaves, though they have lost their freedom and many more, can gain strength from their slave owners!

Just, how do you choose?

Continue to survive, look for, or wait for news of the Flaming Horn tribe, or, like those who can't survive, find a tribe to surrender to, or become a slave?

No, no!

Flashing hands hugging your head.

You can't give up. You can't! Father said the tribe is still here, it's still here!

A woman sitting on a board looking at her husband like this, wanting to stop, wanting to be comforted, but feeling like she should choose another path, like everyone else?

However, just as a woman intends to open her mouth, she finds that on her husband, some lines extend down along her face and neck, while on her arms, some flame-like patterns, starting with her shoulders, extend across her upper arms and then over her elbows...

“That… that…” women are too shocked to speak.

The fiery scintillation holding his head raised his head, and his eyes were red, and he saw his wife, a little confused, but when he looked at himself in the direction indicated by his wife, he also saw the totem lines that had spread.

From the time he was born, there was nothing but a faint totem on his face when he was in his teens, but now, these appeared totem marks...

Those patterns, like firewood, which had long been ready and could not be ignited, were now lit, although not clear, and rough lines could still be seen.

The flame reminds me of what my father once said: “Believe me, in our blood, strength is still there, it is just sleeping. One day, when the time is right, it will start to gradually awaken...”

Meanwhile, Shao Xuan and others squeezed their eyes into a small room to rest, opened their eyes violently and looked in the direction where the flames were flashing.