Chronicles of Primordial Wars

The old man said that the roots of the flaming horn tribe were still there, that the veins of fire were still there, and that the spark had to be set ablaze in the place of origin. This Shao Xuan really doesn't know. Perhaps the witch does. He just didn't say it.

No wonder the ancestors wanted to go back to their places of origin, and there is one reason for that.

The return of the tribes is indeed very necessary for those who are free, and for the sake of prosperity again, not knowing how many people are waiting for the new born.

Travelers will not stay in the Feng tribe for long. After all, they will just pass through here and use it as a resting place before reaching the centre. Get some rest, get ready, and the bosses will greet the team and get ready to go.

Shao Xuan left some things for the old family, and exchanged several cows and sheep for them. Mizuki Shi Lao did not want it, his family is old and small, not much fighting power, if it caused other tourists red eyes to kill, then it is not worth it. Fortunately, Guan has promised to take care of it, so that the old family is not too difficult.

Even if it's tough, the old man doesn't care, because there's hope, maybe just a few more years, and he can take his family, and the travelers who live elsewhere, back to the tribe. What a blessing to be back in your lifetime!

Goodbye, Shao Xuan left the Feng tribe with the expedition team.

Shortly after the departure of the expedition team, Guan's father patrolled back. After entering the house, he wanted to ask Guan what had been done with the wooden stakes he had dragged back. If he hadn't dealt with them, he would have split them as firewood.

Lifting the leather curtain, he walked into the house with his feet lifted, except that when his gaze was against an object somewhere in the house, his scalp was tightened and his hands quickly pulled out a knife not on his waist.

However, before he had the next move, a figure jumped out and screamed a ripping lung.

“Daddy...”

Hold his leg tight, “Dad, there's so much wood in our house, don't cut my carving! ”

“Woodcarving?” Glaughter's father stunned and looked over there again. “Really. ”

No wonder there was something so wrong earlier, it turns out it was just a wooden carving. However, it's not easy to carve a wooden carving like this. When I first saw past it, I thought I'd run into some beast that came out of the mountain forest.

“Where did this wooden carving come from?” Guardaddy put away his knife and walked over, looking very rarely at the wooden carvings in front of him.

“Didn't I tell you, or dragged back the wood, to find the traveler called Shao Xuan to engrave it?” Guan Zheng told the story and mentioned that he had promised to take care of the old family. After that, he was worried. He drooled his head and quickly lifted his eyelids to look at his father, afraid of being beaten.

Unexpectedly, Guanta's father was just silent and said: "Do what you say. ”

Having left Shao Xuan of the Feng tribe, not knowing the conversation between Guan and his father, he and others continued along another river, the upstream of which was deep in the grasslands, the downstream converged with another tributary, and the constituent river flowed through some parts of the centre.

Without the raft this time, it's all on the move.

As those travellers have said, after a few days in a row, the team is close to its destination.

“A little further forward, it belongs to the central region. ”

“Keep an eye out for those in the team, it's the territory of two big tribes in the middle, don't mess with them.” Some experienced travelers admonished the newcomers.

There are tribes, big or small, that can be based in the centre that are unique, and not comparable to some small, ordinary tribe. These tribes in the centre, in general, do not take the initiative to attack the ranks of the travellers.

Here, too, you will encounter many travellers coming from various places, except that now they will not greet each other so peacefully and are prepared for each other.

As he passed through a hilly area, several travelers beside him said to Shao Xuan: "Look over there. ”

Next to the expedition is a low-lying hillside area, where there is a tribal group of hillstone paintings.

The painting on the rock painting is not very fine, nor is it human, but there is a face book that belongs to people.

In front of Shao Xuan, on this huge, almost rectangular, independent boulder, there is a painting of this kind, above which is a round-faced, wide-mouthed face, and oddly enough, the body part of this person's face, which appears to be similar to that of ordinary people, has two more hands.

The painting style is rough and exaggerated, like a person with a somewhat strange body ratio standing there with six hands, big mouth, six hands open, two legs open a certain angle, looks like a spider with a human face.

The person in the painting looks at the passersby passing through here. Behind him, the rest of the rock had staggered lines that did not look like carvings, but rather regular, purposefully carved.

“What's this?” Ask the experienced travelers beside you to get a more accurate answer from them.

And Shao Xuan, by the time he saw this painting, was already number one.

The “Lesser Eight” tribe, once painted and documented on the animal skin rolls of their ancestors and on the stone chamber walls of the cave.

In the cave near the foot of the mountain, when Shao Xuan first saw the pattern on the stone wall, he thought it was a spider. Later, he saw more animal skin roll records and realized that it was not a spider, but an octopus-like octopussy.

There are also huge black rocks next to them, engraved with various faces and octopus freaks.

Look, it's a big tribe in the middle, how far away is this, and it's starting to draw a boundary pillar, I'm afraid that no one else knows that this is like a non-eight tribe, look at it, the sneaky hillstone painting group, it's all very uneight tribal characteristic painting, there are big and small, people passing from here, even if memory is poor, it's engraved by this long hillstone painting group in the brain, it's hard to forget.

“We haven't really reached the land of the eight tribes yet, and where we're going, it's between the eight tribes and the reckless tribes," the people next to us said. ”

“Reckless Jade Stone, the two tribes?!” Early on, some travellers spoke of the two central strongmen, and the objects produced by the two tribes, except that he had never seen the jade stones of the reckless tribes, nor the clothes made of silk in the legend.

The reckless forest jade stone, the eight silk clothes, which are famous items of both tribes, whether they are reckless jade stone or silk clothes produced by the eight tribes, are extremely expensive. Generally speaking, the two are not exchanged for small tribes brought from remote areas, because they are unnecessary. The linen has stopped many people from looking at it, and if there is another more expensive silk coat, it will be left even if it is taken back.

Simply put, their level of consumption has not reached that level, nor can they be appreciated, especially for those who are more focused on practical applications.

“In addition to the rock paintings of the less than eight tribes, there are also reckless tribal markings nearby. Well, look ahead, there's the totem mark of the reckless tribe.” The traveler next to him pointed to Shao Xuan and see.

Over there, there is a bamboo forest, not too tall, but very thick. It looks sturdy. That leaf can cover Shao Xuan's hand.

Almost every chunky bamboo is engraved, like a totem pattern of a reckless tribe, in addition to the bamboo, hanging something similar to a wind chime made of bamboo wood, the strings of bamboo wood, as the wind, collide, make different sounds high and low, very nice.

In general, there should be a lot of people going to cut bamboo or take away bamboo wind chimes that make music, but in fact, very few people would move those things, just as most people would not dare to move their knives on hillstone paintings of the undereight tribes. Those are the hallmarks of those two tribes, and whoever moves is provoking them.

The travelers will not do this kind of search for death, and that's why they will admonish the first travelers before they come, and do not unknowingly offend the strong ones.

Because there are frequent excursions here, a clear path has been taken. On the left side of this road is a long row of hillstone paintings. The eight limb paintings of the eight less tribes are in the form of Vajra wrath. Looking at the pedestrians, it puts a lot of psychological pressure on every traveler. It also makes them more nervous about the eight less tribes. The strong ones are the strong ones, even the paintings are so powerful.

On the other side of the road, the distinct fresh style of bamboo painting wind chimes does not make everyone feel relaxed. Instead, every time the sound of bamboo wood knocking makes everyone feel tight. It seems that in the bamboo forest, there are a pair of eyes staring at them, like a reminder, which makes the team unconsciously speed up, let alone move the bamboo and wind chimes.

This is the demonstration of the mighty, in their own way, so that the people they come and go with, remember their mightiness, not just the jade and the silk coat.

After walking through that section, there was no hillstone painting next to it, and the banging sound of the bamboo trees gradually went away, so everyone was relieved. Tension has also slowly subsided.

“Moving forward, there will be a valley, which is a good place to trade, and because of its proximity to reckless and underprivileged tribes, no one dares to make a scene.” A distant man ahead said.

Soon, Shao Xuan saw the place where the deal was, like a small market, surrounded by cabins and bamboo houses, and there were also many travelers from all over the place, or people from nearby tribes, trading here. Sometimes they have to give gifts to the people of the two tribes because of the two “mountains” behind them.

After entering the market, Shao Xuan felt a sudden buzz, some people put what they wanted to trade on the ground, and at the bottom there was a layer of grass curtain or animal skin. And in some cases, put up a simple shelf and put things on top.

A very humble market is the biggest and liveliest trading place Shao Xuan has seen since coming to the world.