Chronicles of Primordial Wars

I thought I needed only one hand, one face, to get rid of people, but I didn't want to. Now the flames suddenly burst out of different past forces, even swinging knives much faster. This forced me to pull the stone knife out of my waist to block it.

Boom, boom, boom!

The crisp sound of the stone knife crossing spread in the area where the tourists lived.

But no one came around and stood far away and watched.

Travelers, without strength, without tribal support, it is not unusual to be killed. Even those who live with the flaming family on weekdays, who have received flaming help, are not willing to provoke the slaves of their slave owners.

But what you're very surprised about is that the thing on the flashing face that looks like a totem pattern, it wasn't there just now, it was revealed in the battle, not deliberately painted, unlike the liars who pretended to be Totem warriors.

Though much lighter than the Totem warriors, it also surprises those who are watching around.

The burst force, the stone knife collided, splashing debris from the knife, punched a tingle on his face, and then looked at the flash. His face was also scratched with stone scraps several blood marks, but as if he had never felt it, he became more courageous.

Feel the battle of numbness on your wrist and the killing in your eyes is getting stronger. Fortunately, he came here today. I don't know what flashing method he used to increase his strength. If he waited a while longer, he might be stronger, then it would be difficult to kill him.

Fortunately, the flames are now flashing and the strength, though enhanced, is still insufficient.

Boom!

The stone materials used by both of them were not good, plus the flaming eruption just now, one by one fierce attack, and finally, both stone knives were broken.

The stone knife in the hand was cut off first, and the stone knife in the flashing hand had obvious cracks, and once more, the stone knife would be broken.

None of them work.

After a brief confrontation, the two were separated.

The tourists who are watching this side are very surprised. After all, the tourists do not have much power. However, they have been promoted by the slave owners, but that usually blinking flame is so strong!

No, usually when they go into the mountain with the flash, they don't feel the flash is so strong. It's just not the same today. The brief outbreak just now is also weird, and the flash face actually shows a totem pattern!

After the flashes stopped, he felt only a tingle in his arms, which he had never exploded like this, even at the most dangerous times. In his body, there seems to be a force, and just now he unconsciously concentrated that force in a little bit of an outbreak, which will enhance a knife attack.

Looking at the broken knife on the ground, the flaming heart is a little excited. If you give him some more time, he believes that he will be stronger, even if he is, he is not his opponent!

His eyes were gloomy, his arms held on to his knees, where he gasped heavily and his heart was even stronger today's determination to let the flames die.

Throw the knife in your hand sharply towards the flaming side, avoided by the flaming side.

Boom!

The wooden shed where the knife was broken fell halfway down the wooden wall.

In the house, the flashing wife held her children and none of the three screamed. The flashing wife's face was worried. The one-year-old in her arms was definitely looking at the father outside. She did not seem to know what had happened, nor did she understand fear, and her eyes were wide open. As for the flashing daughter, she hated to stare outside. She remembered that Daddy had helped that man before, but he was always causing trouble for Daddy, and now he wants to kill him.

With the eyes of the three people in the house, there was a deeper smile in his eyes, and he would not leave any of them in the house.

“Yo, what's going on here?” A soft-flowing voice came through.

Flashing past, his fists tightened, facing, he was still sure, but this man, he was not confident.

And the original rampant laugh, immediately after hearing this voice, "What brings you here? ”

The visitor was wearing a snake-skinned veterinary coat with a slightly longer top and a tail-like slip at the back. On him, wrapped around an adult snake with thick thighs, the eyes seemingly devoid of any temperature, staring at the people around him.

Everyone it targets feels tight on the scalp.

Such a man, too, is a slave, but his position is higher than that of a slave. Many times the slave owners are in charge, and these are the people who do it, and all of this is subordinate to them.

“What a piece of crap. A tourist can't solve it. What do you want?” The man said slowly.

He sweated on his forehead, ran over nervously, squeezed out his laughter, and found a reason for his mistake: “This, boss, flaming without knowing what happened, can actually have a totem pattern, much more powerful. ”

The person who carelessly teased the serpent on his body lifted his small eyes, swept a flash of flame and sighed, as if looking at something ugly, disgusted the tunnel: “Totem tattoo? Is that what the totem looks like? ”

During the conversation, the man raised his hand and the snake had slipped off him.

And on that person, from the neck to the arms, legs, etc. there were clear lines, like a chain of links.

There are more and more tourists around, who are proud to think that he was also a tourist, only to follow the slave owner earlier, get promoted and have more power. It was only at their level that they truly had the brand of slave owner.

Not every slave is entitled to be branded, but only by the slave owner, and not enough like that.

For tourists without totems, totems are a luxury, even if they are not totems and other lines, which means strength. Some travellers saw the slave branding on the person and the struggle flashed through their eyes. Whatever those brands are, they are symbols of power, and what they expect most is power.

Maybe it's a good idea to be a slave? Just a little bit harder, and maybe one day, it'll climb to the point where it's branded?

Whatever others may think, the flaming vigilant stare at the person in front of them, who is strong, he is simply invincible, and the unveiled intent of the other party makes it clear that this conflict is inevitable.

Will die.

Not just him, but his wife and children in the house behind him.

Run?

You can't run away, you can't run away, you can't run away with these slaves.

Flaming, if there are tribes, who dares to bully these slaves? What about the slave lord's expedition to those tribes? And what about them travelers?

Don't be upset. It was easy to have a glimmer of hope, but to kill again.

The flashes put one hand behind his back and made a gesture towards his wife in a familiar way, who would do his best to drag the person in front of him and let him escape with his children.

And the flame of the back against the house did not know, the woman in the house, at this moment, had shed tears, held her children tight, and grabbed a stone prick in her hand. If she's not going to run away and can't run away, she'd rather die together. Even if she could run away, she couldn't live with her children, she couldn't do that.

The man walked towards the flames step by step, not worried that the flames would escape, because he could not escape. At the same time, he wanted to show the travelers the gap between them. He enjoyed being watched like this.

Looking at that bleak, unprecedented pattern on the flaming face, the man taught the tone: “The real totem pattern, it's not like this." ”

After all, the man's speed accelerated sharply, his fingers clawed, and he grabbed the flashing neck.

The flash just felt that the other person was dozens of steps away, and the blink of an eye had come to him.

At this moment, the flame suddenly felt suffocating, as if it had been strangled tightly by that hand.

But when that hand flashed less than half a palm of the flame, it stopped. Forced to stop.

Grabbing the flashing man, he felt the shadow flashing in front of him. He already felt that he was about to grab the flashing throat hand. His arm was held by the sudden appearance of someone.

At first glance, the person's pupils contracted very rapidly, as if to see something incredible. His eyes were staring at each other, and his eyeballs seemed to stand out.

And the other tourists who look around here, they also look silly. The gaze moves from the sudden appearance of a person's face to the flashing face, looking at the former, looking at the flashing, looking back and forth, and finally coming to a conclusion ——

The totem on their faces is the same.

- Same! Oh, shit!

“So what do you think the real totem looks like?” Shao Xuan grabbed the man's arm and asked softly.

The clear tone is very peaceful, but the listener feels a barrel of ice scum poured down his head.

This is a true totem pattern, the exact same totem pattern as flaming! Instead of flashing those dark lines, they're very clear, life-like lines.

Tribes!

This is what everyone who sees this scene thinks.

Shao Xuan ignored the others. He shook his hand and threw the person he was holding out. After the other person stood steady, he stepped towards the other person, as if the person had flashed at the beginning.

Where Shao Xuan trampled, he left a deep footprint, and each foot shook up dust and gravel on the ground.

“No…”

What the man wanted to say, Shao Xuan suddenly accelerated, a blink of an eye came to the person, and did not take any stone tools in his hand, but like a hard stone axe, he hit the person hard.

Because of the force of the totem, the flaming totem stripe on the exposed arm runs to the elbow and is remarkable.

The man had no more time to talk and be surprised, instinctively crossed his arms, raised his head, and intended to resist this fierce blow!

A bang in the air!

The man failed to carry Shao Xuan's burst blow. His legs could not bear such a fierce force. After bending, he knelt on the ground, where his knees were hit, and the ground was knocked out a deep mark. Both arms, also in this brief blow, made the sound of a broken bone.

He followed the man's snake and shot at Shao Xuan, revealing two long pointed teeth in his open mouth. It's poisonous, very poisonous.

However, Shao Xuan did not react to the snake's attack as if he had not seen it.

The flames rushed to rush past, but a shadow in the air slipped and flew away, taking away the snake, which seemed dangerous to them.

He looked up at the sky and poured the blood of a snake in his face.

Boom!

A snake head was thrown down.

I couldn't get rid of the blood of the snake on my face. I looked at the head of the snake rolling to my feet and suddenly felt weak and my legs and feet were soft.

Whoo!

A shadow much taller than a man shook his wings and landed on the ground. The snake, which was usually rampant, had lost its head and the rest of its body was being torn apart by the big bird.

Sharp bird claws easily tear the flesh off the snake, rip open its belly, and the snake's blood splashes.

Probably experienced the shame of being dragged down from the air by a snake, the most annoying creature, the snake. There was no mercy in tearing it up.

Flashing at the young man who saved himself, the totem marks on the other arm are exactly as they appeared on his own arm last night!!

And look at the big bird that just landed, tearing the snake's claws off, and a clear pattern printed into the flashing gaze, letting him breathe as one weight.

Tribes...

Totem of the Flaming Horn Tribe...

The flashes just felt the blood boiling all over her body, shaking all over her body, turning around, looking at the young man she had only met today for the first time, walking one step at a time.

Shao Xuan came to the flaming face and grinned. "Introduce yourself, Shao Xuan, the flaming horn tribe. ”