Chronicles of Primordial Wars

The sun rises.

It seemed like another day like yesterday, but for some people in the meadow, it was different from yesterday.

For example, the people of the Feng tribe who want to exchange things with the expedition team are wondering what to take and what to exchange; for example, the people who have been in the air, they can rest today, usually there will be flying big birds to take away their livestock, and today, there is a bigger bird in the sky, who does not see the shadows that usually give them headaches; and for example, an elderly person who lives in the area of the Feng tribe travelers.

Today is a special day for the old man, who comes to the top of the mountain every year, praying in one direction, praying in worship, and singing.

Since when did his ancestors set this rule, this day of the year, come here to pray and sing, to remember what was passed down from a very early age, and the name of the tribe that no one knew. The old man is also used to coming here this time of year, inheriting the will of his ancestors, to fulfill his ancestors and his own wishes.

Every time this happens, that magical dream comes to mind. Every detail is clear, including the flames that rise, and the flame-bound corners. It seems, as our ancestors said, that sometimes he doesn't even know if it's in his dreams or in reality, if it's his fantasy or if it's real.

Do tribes still exist? Whenever such doubts arise, he stands here praying, singing and firming his faith.

Many travelers do not understand his behavior, others pity him, he doesn't care, he just insists and likes to sing like this. Whenever this happens, he forgets all the pain and distress, abandons all the other sorrows, right here, sings all day.

Today, as in previous years, he is walking up the hill with a bag of grass made of barbecue, a kettle.

The mountains within the territory of the Feng tribe are not high. Here, they are already the highest places. He wants to go to the higher mountain peaks, but let alone whether he can climb the mountain alive. Nor is it the territory of the Feng tribe. He was probably killed as an intruder before waiting for him to pass.

Standing on a green hilltop, the old man took a deep breath and, as in previous years, let go of his voice and sang a song.

The song travels from the top of the mountain to other places, and people hear it nearby, but they don't care. There are people singing every day. As for what they sing, how they sing, they don't even care, they still do their own thing.

“Since the opening of the sky, we have our ancestors. When the tribe rises, the hunting industry takes precedence, the spring warms up, the ice and snow have disappeared, the flying beast leaps, the birdsong beast roars intersect, the hunting warrior, happily goes away...”

Old Man stood alone at the top of the mountain, facing one direction, singing, suddenly he heard a second voice, someone joined him in his singing, and sang the same song as him. He sang, "Hunting Song" passed down by his forefathers, and was the only song he would know. He didn't even learn the songs that people of the Feng tribe used to sing.

Because this is the only song you can sing, usually when everyone sings, the old man sings a lot, and some people around you can sing with him even if they don't. However, I don't know why, other people sing the same song as the old song, but it makes people feel completely different. The former sings like a mourning, the more sad it is, while the latter sings higher and higher.

Perhaps only the Horn Tribes can sing such a sad song.

So when Old Man first heard someone sing with him, he thought it was someone nearby, didn't turn around, still stood there and continued singing.

But soon, he discovered this long song, and the other side actually followed him. Not only that, but the other side sang better than himself. Why can you hear it? Instead of being as cheap as the others, they make the old man feel more excited. Obviously, some tones are different from his memories, but they make the old man feel: this is how this song should be sung.

The other side was right behind him, and Old Tin really wanted to turn around and see who it was and ask where it was. But the old man didn't turn around, and he was going to finish the song, or he was disrespecting his ancestors.

“... for hunting, day by day, deep into the mountain belly, hunting returns without a load, identifying the trail of the beast can withstand...”

Singing, the old man was immersed in such a wonderful state, he saw a flaming angle, seemingly close, but untouchable, it felt almost like it.

After singing the whole "Hunting Song", the old man has not recovered from that state. After waiting for about half an hour, the old man gradually retraced, thinking of the person who had just sung with him, the old man turned around and saw a young man he had never seen before.

“Hey, what kind of kid are you? How did you get here?” Asked the old lady.

“Hmm?” Shao Xuan wondered more, “Have you ever seen anything like me? ”

“Who are you? What's his name?” The old man drank some water and asked.

“My name is Shao Xuan.” Thinking about it, Shao Xuan added another sentence: "Flaming Horn Tribes. ”

The old man looked at Shao Xuan and his eyes seemed to be saying, "You are talking nonsense.

After drinking the water, he took a break and said to Shao Xuan, "Come and sing with me no matter where you come from. ”

Shao Xuan: “…” That's it?

After experiencing such a strong and exciting reaction, Shao Xuan really didn't know what to do. So he walked over and sang another song with Old Man.

After singing for the second time, the old man sat on the floor and took a break for a while.

“Where are you from?” Lao Qiang asked at this time.

“I followed the expedition team over there.” Shao Xuan replied.

“Huh? You're not afraid of danger. Those distant teams don't have a very good temper. You should meet good people this time.” Lao Xiao said.

“Why did you face that direction when you just sang?” Shao Xuan asked.

“Don't you know?!” The old blaming eyes look at Shao Xuan: “That's where our tribe came from! Remember, never forget! ”

After talking to Lao Xuan, Shao Xuan only found out why Lao Xuan came here to sing.

It seems that every Horn tribe is very committed to living in their own way and keeping faith in their hearts.

The old son is gone, the daughter-in-law runs away herself, the wife carries the young sick grandson at home, this is the only day of the year, the old man will come here to sing, last year with the grandson, unfortunately, these days the grandson is a little sick, the old man comes alone, when singing, he also prayed for the ancestors, hoping to get the protection of the ancestors, to protect his little grandson can heal. A lot of people on the prairie, sick, gone.

After a short break, the old man started singing again, and he also pulled Shao Xuan to sing with him. He always felt that when he sang with Shao Xuan, he was particularly energetic and had a bloody sense of excitement, like a hunting warrior who was about to march out immediately.

Over and over again, Shao Xuan sang with the old man.

From the beginning of the sun, until it began to set, the old man really stopped.

It's time to go home after the song.

Lao Xuan and Shao Xuan went down the mountain together and asked Shao Xuan what he intended to do next. I heard that Shao Xuan was going to the center, and Lao Xuan disagreed.

“It's too far away. It's too dangerous. How can you go to the center with those travelers when you're powerless? Central is more dangerous than elsewhere. I advise you, go back to where you lived before, it may not be a good life, but at least there is hope if you live. Looking at how strong you are, it should be nice to come to life... if you really can't find a place, you can stay with me. Life on the prairie is harder, but much better than those who drift around.” Lao Zheng persuaded.

“Nothing, don't worry, I have the ability to protect myself.” Shao Xuan said.

“Young people, don't think you can run around a little harder, we're still weaker than those Totem warriors. ”

“But I am a Totem warrior. ”

“… what? ”

“I said, am I a Totem warrior, or am I intermediate… hey, be careful! ”

Before Shao Xuan finished speaking, he saw the old man's feet twisted and rolled down the hillside. If Shao Xuan's hand hadn't held on quickly, the old man would have rolled further away and even hit those raised stones.

The old man was carried back from the mountain by Shao Xuan. His foot was sprained and there were no other injuries.

Old Lao's wife was taking care of her little grandson at home. When she saw Shao Xuan back, she hurried up and looked at Old Lao's injuries.

“Nothing, just a twisted foot. Hey, Shao Xuan, hurry up. Where were we? Who else was in the tribe? What did the witch teach you?” Lao Xuan continued to talk about the Flaming Horn tribe without even thinking about answering his wife's questions and taking care of the injuries on his feet.

After putting the old lady on the board bed and adding medicine, Shao Xuan said: “I thought you knew, so calm down. ”

“I didn't know you really came from the Horn Tribe. I thought you were a tourist.” Speaking of which, Lao Xiao himself couldn't help but cry and misunderstood.

Previously, during friendly exchanges between several tribes on the prairie, he followed along and saw tourists like him. Difficult brothers would tell each other about their suffering and then come back and continue their lives.

Everyone is looking forward to one day returning to the tribe, but generations after generations, from birth to death, have failed to do so.

The old man used to think, maybe his whole life, that his grandfather, his grandfather's grandfather, and some of his earlier ancestors, were on this meadow, helping the tribes here to do things, living here, not knowing how long they had lived, and the only thing left was to pass on those words through generations of mouths, those things that had to be known.

“Because we have lived here for a long time, people are good, we are strong, we work hard, the tribe people treat us slightly * * any bit, like the people of the Toyota tribe, sometimes let me help with the grazing, so let the tribe not worry, we can still hold on! Waiting for the tribe to come back! ”

“Will you graze?” Shao Xuan asked.

“Yes, this one will be long ago. ”

“Do you know how to raise those animals?” Shao Xuan asked.

“Of course it will. Those of us who live in the grasslands will. ”

Shao Xuan thought, talent. If it's the people on the other side of the river, the animals give it to them, and they feed it, they go into the pot.