Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Shao Xuan felt the totem jump in his head and suddenly changed to wake him from his shallow sleep.

It is surrounded by solid, tightly covered wooden walls with no view of the outside. The room was covered with a layer of hay and many people were lying on their faces, snoring louder than a sound.

Shao Xuanjing felt it.

It's that way.

It's just, what exactly happened to make Totem so different?

I wanted to go out and see it, but soon, the change stopped again, and the totem flame in my head returned to normal, no more flickering.

Shao Xuan temporarily dismissed the idea of going out immediately. Here, there are people around who do not know each other, or in the territory of the slave owner. If you go out at night, you will probably be attacked by patrol personnel as if you did not want to.

Once again, after confirming that the totem was still, Shao Xuan closed his eyes and continued to rest.

The following day, the people of the Pu tribe did not have any arrangements, only a few key figures in the expeditionary team, such as Panning, would go to talk to other people in the expeditionary team, which had nothing to do with the rest of the team.

Shao Xuanben intended to go to that party to find out if he could find the reason for last night's totem change, but as soon as he got out of the house, he was dragged away by . A new frog poison was discovered in other distant teams, a species that their tribes did not have. I wanted to take a look at it myself, but remembered what his grandfather said before he left, there were still a few more people, including Shao Xuan.

“Shao Xuan, what are you looking at?” One of them asked.

“Are there tourists over there?” Shao Xuan pointed in that direction.

People from the tribe who have been traveling for several years have looked over there and said, “Almost, but I advise you not to go. The people over there are crazy. In the past, they may be enthralled. There are a lot of people who want to join other tribes, but they are too dangerous, and few tribes are willing to accept them. ”

Despair drives people crazy, repressed for too long, and intense emotions naturally do, which keeps a lot of people here away from them.

“You want to go over there?” 30686; ask.

“Want to see it.” Shao Xuan replied.

“You don't have to go now," a middle-aged man next to him said, "and the tourists over there will be out early, some looking for food in the surrounding mountains, some going nearby to see if they can find other opportunities. ”

Shao Xuan looked that way. There were not many people walking outside, so he left with and came back later to see.

Shortly after Shao Xuan and others left, tourists gathered to live in a place that flashed open the wooden slab at the door of the house.

He was weary on his face, but in a good mood, and now he has a glow in his eyes compared to the way he used to look like dead water.

Last night, for the first time, he saw on himself the totem pattern of the legendary Totem warrior, and, again, of the Flaming Horn tribe.

Though the totem lines were unclear and did not last long, the flashes felt that life was bright again and excited to stay awake all night.

A man who has a long history of darkness can set his expectations ablaze with just a little light.

In addition to the change in the totem pattern last night, the flashing senses a slight change in the body, which looks the same as before, but the flashing sensation, the power, seems to have improved a bit, and when moving the boards, it clearly feels a lot easier.

Originally intended to leave here with people, last night I knew that things had changed, flashing temporarily let go of the thought of leaving, and after getting up in the morning, I discussed with my wife for a while before coming out of the house, much later than usual.

There are people around to find food, and the flames are going to leave, but they don't want to, they want to leave, and they see people coming from the river bank.

When he saw each other, his eyebrows flashed tightly and he turned to his wife in the room and said: "Stay in the house, don't come out! ”

The walker walked casually with a vine whip in his hand. On the banks of the river, where slaves carry goods, they are often seen.

They are also slaves, except that they are a little better than the lowest slaves, who are responsible for watching over the lowest slaves and who, if lazy, smoke a whip without mercy. Probably enjoyed the right to whip and sometimes even beat people to death when they usually looked at the wrong person, but as long as the slave owner did not pursue it, it would be fine.

And the person who came here, called "", was the traveler who had come here from elsewhere with the flames, and later, they were not able to survive and were repeatedly refused to join the other tribes before becoming slaves.

And it was among the first people they came with who chose to be slaves.

At first, it was just a slave of the lowest order, requiring a lot of work every day, very little rest time, sometimes almost exhausted, and a whip. But he had a good time, and someone had offended the leader of a larger expedition, and the slave lord had directly slaughtered some people as compensation for that expedition, and that was when he was promoted.

When slaves become slaves, they can gain new strength from the slave owners, and when they move up to the next level, they can gain more resources and strength from the slave owners, and their strength is naturally enhanced.

Last night I came to look for the flashing man, the broken arm bone wound was caused.

Perhaps it was to demonstrate that he regained his power, or perhaps it was because of some personal grudges that he had made against his former partner, who would have died had it not been for the incident on the banks of the river that needed to be dealt with immediately.

One of the first people, walking, dying, wounded, besides the flaming family, the last person couldn't handle the pressure last night, chose to be a slave, and now, there's only flaming left.

Grabbing a long vine whip, he walked one step toward the flame and smiled harshly on his face.

If he was a slave of the same kind, he did not necessarily dare to kill people directly, even though sometimes the slave owner would not care about the death of one of the lowest slaves, but feared that the slave owner would think otherwise. It was easy to get promoted, naturally didn't want to upset his slave lord, don't look at the slave lord who laughed all day, started his hand, extremely cruel, thinking that when the slave lord was in the holding hand, decisively and severely decisively killed the person, the cold swelled behind him.

But when it comes to tourists, the slave owners don't care. These travellers do not know the good, and the slave owners, too, refuse.

In fact, the first thing that the slave owner saw was the greatest flash of energy among them. Unfortunately, the flash did not recognize the good, refused, but seized the opportunity and chose to follow the slave owner and leave the flame for a few people.

Isn't that a little more powerful? Same travelers, no tribes. Sparks are long gone. What difference does everyone make?

As for the flames flashing on their way here, they always say “Flaming Horn Tribe," and don't believe a word of it.

If the tribe is still here, why should it be so depressed?

If the tribe is still here, why isn't the flame looking for the past?

If there really is a "Flaming Horn Tribe," why does no one here know about the often traveling teams?

At the time, flashes seemed to be the most stable of them all, but in fact, in the minds of others, flashes were madness, always fantasizing about impossible things.

The most annoying thing is the flashing of the “Flaming Horn Tribe” when he raised his hopeful eyes. Previously, he couldn't fight the flashing. After becoming a slave, he had the power again. He just didn't have time to come and find these former partners to "communicate." But now, he has a lot of free time every day, yesterday he searched for one of them, and today, he is deliberately looking for the flashing.

In order to avoid yesterday's temporary removal, he also asked people like him who had been promoted by the slave owners to help watch the slaves on the banks of the river.

With the other hand holding the whip and the other hand holding a large clapping shell handle.

I hear there's a place in the middle that likes to trade beautiful shells for things. Unfortunately, the shells in this place are far from that level, ugly and weak, just like the people here!

Knock!

The shell in your hand was instantly crushed into pieces.

“Heard you're having a rough time?” Looking at the flames of alertness, look at the messy wooden shed behind the flames, which seemed to collapse with a gust of wind, smiling in shadow. The next moment, he lifted his hand and smoked it hard.

The vine flogged on the wooden shed, which was otherwise unstable, and immediately slammed down some lumps and collapsed a corner of the roof.

“Huh!”

Seeing and intending to continue to destroy his house, the flames can no longer be tolerated. After all, his wife and children are inside. If the house is destroyed, where are they sleeping tonight? There are too many risk factors around, two children are young and prone to accidents.

Coming with a killer intent, the purpose is flashing with clarity, and we do not expect to talk calmly.

The flame swept past with the stone knife with many gaps used during the week.

Looking at the flashes, the eyes flicker in doubt, the flashes seem different from the momentum of the past? It shouldn't be, flashing on, what exactly happened?

But don't worry, no matter what happens, flashing this tourist is not his opponent.

A flash of flash erupted instantly, with the experience of hunting beasts, waving a knife, an unquenchable battle spirit burst into his heart.

Unlike before, the flames of the past, although more powerful than others, are like being stopped by a gate, unable to wash the waves. But now, although there was a previous sense of blockage, the flame felt much less resistant, and there was an indescribable sense of pleasure when swinging the knife.

Is that the power?

With its ruined power, each knife seems to harvest its prey and chop it to pieces. On the flashing face, a more clear totem appeared than ever before.

Almost at the same time, Shao Xuan of the drug frog was dragged by waiters to look away from the drug frog and see where the tourists lived.

“I have to leave beforehand and get me some poison.” Shao Xuan handed it to a water moonstone and left quickly.

“Hey, let's go back to the house later!” Looking at Shao Xuan who left in a hurry, he did not think much and put his gaze on the poisonous frog in front of him again.