Chronicles of Primordial Wars

“For what?” The melon stunned for a moment.

Yesterday I saw my little buddy with a few very sophisticated and realistic bone sculptures, and they were holding those that were showing off in their little group, and Guan wanted a wooden sculpture, and the wooden sculptures made by the rest of the tribe were simply not of a grade compared to these.

I heard it was exchanged with the people from the expedition team, so I went there to look for them, and I didn't find them, so I decided to find the tree first, and then I asked them to carve a wooden carving.

Yes, melons don't like bone carvings, stone carvings come second, and melons want wood carvings more than stone carvings. The stone carving was too easy to break, and his grandfather had carved things for him back then. Sculpting things, naturally with very ordinary stones, accidentally touching a lack, broken, by comparison, a few wooden carvings are still good, even though many people feel that wooden carvings are more fragile than stone carvings, he prefers wooden carvings.

Today, while his father was on patrol, he tricked him into following him, and asked his father to cut a stump of trees and drag him back. I didn't expect to meet Shao Xuan here.

When Guan went to the expedition team to find people, he asked Shao Xuan's facial features carefully. He was just skeptical. Now he is confirmed. Naturally, he is very happy. However, Shao Xuan's questions asked him again.

Yeah, the people in the expeditionary team, they all need to trade things, they're not his family, they don't make things for free.

In exchange for what?

Sheep or cows? If I dragged her out for a change, would she beat me up? Finish punching then change father punching...

Never thought about this before, now think carefully, Guan is a little hesitant, but he really wants a wooden sculpture like that, better than Grandpa sculpture, unfortunately, whether it's his father or his mother, he would never replace it with something because of a wooden sculpture or stone sculpture, they don't think it's worth it, it's not worth it. That's also why Guan is so jealous of his little buddy.

I couldn't think of a way. I was anxious. I was scared that Shao Xuan refused. I grabbed my hair, opened my mouth a few times, and I didn't know what to say.

“Let's do this," Shao Xuan said when he was involved with each other. "Promise me one thing and I'll carve it for you. ”

“What is it?” he asked.

“Help the old people more often. For example, don't let Xiao 'anai get bullied by others. If the old people have difficulties, you can help them within the limits of your ability. What do you think?" Nai is the name of the old grandson, Guai and others will not accept Nai, and Nai has been bullied. Shao Xuan wanted to fight back for him, but the war between the children was not easy for him to intervene. Besides, the Lao Xuan family still needed to live here. The Feng tribe was not the one who would definitely compromise if you were strong.

“This…”

“You don't have the ability to do that? ”

“Of course this is okay!” Gourd clamped his neck and said.

Shao Xuan, from the conversation with the old man, also knew that Guan's father still had a bit of ability in the tribe, also with him. Guan had some influence in his small group. If there was no difficulty in this kid, if this kid could still help, the old family would naturally be able to live better here until the Flaming Horn tribe returned.

Guan Xuan didn't find it hard to say, but he wasn't too dumb, knowing the bargain, “I promised, but you have to carve well, not worse than the bone sculptures you used to give others! ”

“Yes.”

“I'm watching, and if it doesn't work, I won't say yes! ”

“Okay.”

Shao Xuan polished a few nice stone pebble knives during the trip, those animal bones are not very hard, enough with these pebble knives, carving wood, it is also naturally useful.

Shao Xuan didn't move the place since he said it was carved here. The wood that the melon brings is not bad, the texture is tight and tough, it is not easy to deform and the carving should work better.

“What do you want to sculpt?” Shao Xuan asked.

“I think… well, I think…” Gourd thought carefully, "Wolf, I want wolf! ”

Gourd would rather have a wolf wood carving than animals that he had not seen and would not have appeared on the grasslands. Wolves are common on the grasslands, and the people of the Feng tribe, although hunting wolves as well, have a little awe in the case of wolves. If the wolves did not attack the tribe and take away their livestock, they would not attack the wolves.

“Windy, wolf!” Glaucoma had a vision, he said.

Shao Xuan didn't quite understand the child's obsession with the head wolf, or the old man next to him said why.

There's a story going on in some of the tribes on the grasslands, and of course, I don't know which one of the ancestors of that tribe made it up. It is said that a tribe is frequently attacked by wolves, and that tribe's coven prophesies that it will attack a warrior's house, carving a wolf with a stone and placing it at the warrior's door. At night, when the wolves came, they saw the stone sculpture. They thought they saw the Wolf King and scared off.

These stories are the only ones that kids believe, and when they grow up, they don't believe anymore, but they're still convinced. However, he also knew that not everyone had the power of the witch in the story, not to mention the large stakes he had brought back, which naturally could not be compared to the wooden carvings in the story. He just wants a wooden carving like that to meet under.

“Wolf...” Shao Xuan's first thought was that Caesar, who was left behind in the tribe, and Caesar after being engraved, also qualified enough to be a head wolf. Without speaking of the success of revenge, he could still fight the fierce beasts in the mountain forest. I don't know how far he has grown now.

Recalling Caesar's appearance and his deity during hunting in the mountain forest, Shao Xuan began to move his knife.

Guan also thought to learn a bit of carving skills, unexpectedly, the man in front of the knife was moving faster and faster. At first, he could see the movement of each knife. A piece of wood was cut down, but soon, he couldn't keep up with Shao Xuan's speed. The only thing you can see is the wood chips that splashed like rain, forcing him to take a few steps back.

Guan wanted to ask some questions, but found that the sculptor in front of him seemed to be immersed in a certain state, making him impenetrable.

The old man grabbed some wood chips that had splashed on the ground with his hands and set his eyes on Shao Xuan. Shao Xuan's arm movement, he can't see clearly, but Shao Xuan's face has a totem pattern, he can see clearly white, that is, the totem pattern of the flaming horn tribe, much clearer than his father.

Engraving a wooden sculpture does not necessarily require the power of totem, but Shao Xuan will naturally use it when carving really seriously. These stone knives on your hands are not so good, often in order to be able to carve out the desired effect more accurately, the force, speed, etc. need to be controlled without any errors. The precise control Shao Xuan practiced while learning to polish stone tools also makes engraving much easier.

The four people around him couldn't help but stop what was in their hands and stare at Shao Xuan.

As the wood chips quickly fell, the wooden carvings in Shao Xuan's hands gradually shaped.

Glaucoma's breathing grew worse, and he had never seen anyone carve it like this, and he also had the feeling that this wooden carving was what he wanted, even better than he thought.

When Shao Xuan stopped the knife in his hand, the other hand held the wooden carving that had been molded but covered with wood chips, blowing air.

Wood chips covered in wooden carvings fly away from the wooden carvings, in bright sunshine, like a golden powder. And the wooden carving, too, revealed its true face.

It's a very strong wolf, even allowing viewers to feel the hard muscles under the fur cover. It stood there with an elevated head and chest, no teeth, no howling, no lifting of claws, just standing there, slightly flanking, like looking at something worthless, carrying a kind of unspeakable power, seemingly everything in front of it, can't cross it, can only retreat.

Wooden carvings are not big enough to look like puppies, but they make people feel completely different.

“This, satisfactory?” Shao Xuan held onto the wooden carving in his hand and asked the gourd.

“Full of... satisfaction!” Glaughingly reached out and cautiously caught it.

“Well, if you said yes before, remember?” Shao Xuan asked.

“What do you mean? Oh, yes, of course! Take care of them!” Seeing the wooden carvings in my hand, I thought the deal was extremely satisfactory.

“With one word out, it's hard to chase. ”

“Huh?” Gua was a little confused about Shao Xuan.

“In other words, when you put it out, you put on the four strongest horses of your tribe... and it's hard to catch up, you can't take it back, you must keep your promises.” Shao Xuan explained briefly.

“Of course!”

Gourd now wants to hurry up and take the wooden carvings back. He doesn't stay any longer and gets up and leaves.

When Gua left, Shao Xuan turned his head and looked at Xiao Ani, the grandson of the old man.

“You want a wooden carving, too?” Shao Xuan asked,

“Mmm!" Ani nodded.

“What do you want? ”

“Wolf too! ”

“No need," Shao Xuan rubbed her hair half way up Nai's head and said, “You'll see the real body, alive, much more than that. Not only wolves, but also cave lions, but also cranes with brains, many more..."

Shao Xuan told the Laos about the tribes, and he engraved the totem with stones - with flames on both sides.

Old age, too many things to go through, countless setbacks and blows, ups and downs, so far, although the clouds are not as light as the wind, they are much calmer than the flames. It's just a steady grip on the pickle's hand. It's shaking all the time, not slowing down for half a day, when you're holding that not-so-big bigonal totem stone carving.

Half a mile, the old man turned in one direction, carefully placed the stone carvings in front of him, and then knelt in the way of the Flaming Horn tribe. Nai and Lao's wife also knelt down.

When the kneeling was over, the old man got up.

“Once the tribe was in that direction, only later left, where exactly, I had not been, I only knew that the place was there, my father told me, and my father also learned from my grandfather, passed down from generation to generation. They said that, while the tribes had left their places of origin, the roots were there, and if the tribes were still there, one day the tribes would return to their places of origin and ignite the flames.

Shao Xuan, you don't have to look for separated people. There are many tourists of the Flamingo tribe, and perhaps many others do not know where they belong, and many do not know the past and do not see the future path, but when the spark, once again, ignites in the original place, all tourists of the Flamingo tribe everywhere can also go home! ”