Chronicles of Primordial Wars

The sun sets on the other side of the mountain, and the light in the mountain forest gradually diminishes.

It's been a lot darker around.

Shao Xuan did not pay attention to the passage of time at this moment, not even to the danger around him.

He had the feeling that it seemed safe to be here, that there would be no dangerous plant attacks, and that no ferocious predators would come.

All attention, all in the ground under your hand.

Feel a little warmth coming from below, along the palm of the hand, along the arm, all the way up, into the totem in the mind, stimulating the flame on the totem to swell constantly.

The wind blows through the night, and the wind carries some unusual factors.

The surroundings began to calm down, the original birds screamed insects, the beasts roared in the jungle, the streams streamed, and so on, all faded away.

Whoo--

Whoo--

Like the sound of a flame beating by the wind.

But around, not a bit of Mars, even as the sun sets, the night falls, this completely unsightly land of ruins, has been covered in darkness.

Shao Xuan kept staring at the palms of the floor, not moving at all. He felt that under the palms, it was getting warmer and warmer. It seemed that something was spreading underground and was about to break the earth.

A little light comes out in the stitches of your fingers, especially on nights that have become dark.

Soon, more light emerged from under Shao Xuan's palm, and from the beginning of the little spark, it became bigger and bigger, and Shao Xuan's hands could not be covered.

After the fire under the palm of the hand grew, it was divided into six branches, gradually spread in six directions, there was no sparking flame, but it was like lava, stretching in each direction, until it reached into the woods, where Shao Xuan could not see.

Take your hand back and stand up. Shao Xuan looks at the six branches that extend from the same point.

So this is what the elders called the “root” of the Flaming Horn tribe? Is the center of the convergence of the six branches where the original spark was?

Just thinking about it, Shao Xuan suddenly felt something was wrong, and he seemed to be in that uncontrollable but special state again.

Look underneath your feet, the floor that was supposed to be full of flowers and dirt, turned into a rock, the size and placement of which is very familiar, like, standing in a fire pond in a flaming horn tribe.

Fire pond?!

Shao Xuan looked elsewhere.

The original rubble was gone, and instead, it was an unclear image of people standing not far from the dense numbness, and people behind the crowd who were a lot taller than the people, as they had painted on the murals in the caves near the foot of the mountain in the Flaming Horn tribe, and compared to the houses of most tribes, these stone houses were bigger, taller, and more magnificent.

There are also sculpted stone statues, some of them human, some of them animal, some of them fighters who kill the beast.

Nearby, some people stood, arranged like Shao Xuan himself saw during the tribal sacrifice, there were also warriors serving as sacrificial dancers, and there were also those erected columns and sacrifices. The difference was that, closer to the fire pond, six people stood, and Shao Xuan could not see their specific appearance and could only see the blurred figure. Their decorations are more "gorgeous” than those of the sacrificial dancers, and they are more complex with hanging ornaments on their heads.

A man stepped into the fire pond and walked towards Shao Xuan.

Shao Xuan knows that this is not really for his own sake, this person's purpose should be to burn the spark in his place. And this man, he should have been some kind of witch from the Horn Tribe back then.

These are the characters that can be called "ancestors." If the tribes across the river saw this, they'd probably have to kneel down again, right?

Shao Xuan stood there and looked quietly at the people around him.

The witch walked next to the spark without knowing what she had put down, then retreated, exited the pond, stood by the pond and began to hold her arms and should be singing.

Around seems brighter.

Shao Xuan looked around him, and the rapidly rising flame wrapped him, and the surrounding area was brighter because of this sudden flame, and the people standing not far away were lit up, but Shao Xuan still couldn't see clearly, only a rough figure, men and women, the old, the small, and some of the accompanying hounds held by the side were probably engraved.

Everyone is looking in the direction of the spark, no matter which way Shao Xuan looks, even if he can't see the faces of those people, he can feel them looking here.

Lift your feet out of the center and out of the range covered by the fire.

Shao Xuan was like a bystander, walking in the crowd, looking at the people around him.

They did not change anything because of Shao Xuan's movement, because the two existed at different points in time, and these were also reproductions of the past, just like when Shao Xuan followed the advance team into the green space, he saw the thief's night trip.

The surrounding crowd knelt down and bowed down in the direction of the fire pond.

Surrounded by a layer of fire.

Turning back, Shao Xuan looked in the direction of the fire pond. The flames rolled over were higher than he had seen when he attended the sacrifice in the Flaming Horn tribe, and the flames were much fiercer. The surrounding sky seemed to have been burned in general, all stained with fire, so strong.

Fire pond, this is only the first one, it has reached this level, what if it is to the third one?

When the flaming horn tribe first saw the flames of the spark rise, it was incredibly spectacular, but now, seeing the sight in front of it, it became clear what the true flames were, just like a picture once drawn on a beast roll, this is the sight of the glorious period.

Just as Shao Xuan stood by the fire pond at the site of the Flaming Cape tribe, looking at the images that had passed for nearly a thousand years, he was on the other side of the river, far from the centre.

At this time, not many people in the Flaming Horn tribe will go out, the near foot of the mountain area is already a lot of darkness, the night swallows also fly to and from active, staring at the families, waiting for someone to come out and then rush up to attack.

The further up the hill, the more light there is, some of the warriors are burning fire in their homes, perhaps making food, perhaps just burning fire, and then talking around it. But these lights are nothing in the dark.

At the top of the mountain, the witch sensed the movement and did not take the crutches. The wind came out of the stone house and headed towards the fire pond.

The warriors who had been guarding around the pond wanted to notify the witches and the chief of the movements of the pond, but did not want the witches to come.

Looking at the view in the fire pond, the witch seemed stunned, standing there with a moment of blankness in her head.

In the fire pond, the spark, which was originally only a little bigger than the beans, is now dangling violently, and then suddenly rises, rolls up and expands to the entire fire pond.

It is not the time of sacrifice, there is no ceremony, the witch has not even done anything, but the flames in the pond are lit, as they are in sacrifice after the winter of each year.

It burned itself! And the flames that roll over are stronger than the flames that burn every year during the sacrifice!

“This… is…” The chief, who was reported to have rushed in, sighted the view in the fire pond, sighed similarly.

The leader, O., asked the witch to react from the blank state just now, he was just overexcited and forgot to react.

“He's here! He found it! Xuan, he found the flaming horn! ”

The witch knelt on the ground, kneeling in the direction of the fire pond.

In the hearts of tribesmen are always highly humanistic witches, a handful of years old, kneeling on the ground crying a mess, but no one here can laugh. They knelt on the ground with the witches.

Though they don't really understand what this means, there is an idea hidden in their hearts that makes them so excited.

Shao Xuan has been away from the tribe for some time. From the end of the rainy season until now, winter is almost upon us. No one knows if Shao Xuan can cross the river safely, or what he will encounter after passing safely. After all, it is only a young warrior.

Although everyone has fantasies and hopes that Shao Xuan can find something there, everyone feels uneasy. After all, there are too many dangers in the river. There must be more dangers and troubles on that side of the river. Can Shao Xuan be solved by himself?

Now, the flame mutation in the fire pond, combined with what the witch just said, tells the people at the top of the mountain that Shao Xuan not only safely crossed the river, but also found the tribal land!

Several elderly people who rushed here were also excited to say something.

People beneath the mountain also perceived the changes on the mountain, the flames soaring too obvious, and around, those who were just arrogant and flying night swallows, have now avoided far away, as they do every year during the sacrifice, they are afraid.

Old Ke walked out the door and looked at the fire pond at the top of the mountain and said to Caesar next to him, "Is that what Xuan did? ”

Caesar stared at the top of the mountain and looked at old man, making a little noise in his nose, like he was supposed to be with old man.

Not only are there noticeable changes in the Flaming Horn tribe, but there are many people, even on the side of the river, in the middle and in the periphery.

The flame flickered out today to hunt a beast on the mountain not too big. After the strength became stronger, although the totem pattern was still faint many times, it was much better than before, and sometimes some beasts could be hunted back for their wives and children.

At this time, the scintillating family was eating the barbecue around the fire and talking, realizing what it was, the scintillation looked at its arms, the slight totem pattern appeared again, and the lines were darker and clearer than ever before.

Nothing more to say, he just held his fist tight and smiled at his wife and son, reflecting a bright fire in his eyes: “I think what we've been waiting for is coming. ”

On the prairie.

The old man burned a fire pile at home and handled some of the herbs he had dug today. He was busy living. Suddenly something was wrong. He didn't shock his sleeping wife. He added some firewood to the fire pile and hurried up to hit the basin water. Through the fire, he looked at the image reflected in the basin.

He saw some lines on his face, not too dark, because the light was too dark to see clearly, but he knew what it was, just like the lines his father had on his face!

That power is real, not the illusory, indescribable feeling of the past.

It exists in itself, in every piece of flesh. Flow.

A wide riverside.

Wooden boats several metres tall, even more than 10 metres, docked on the shore, which are already extremely luxurious compared to those of other tribes.

And not far from these big boats, some wrecked little boats are docked on the other side of the shore, and they look pathetic compared to those big boats.

A group of tourists gathered on the shore next to a small boat belt, where they had to work late every day to get back, and then gathered here to light a big fire and get some food.

And now, they're laughing, and they're doing better, even less comfortable, than people who have nowhere to go to endure hunger every day.

Talking about it, the people around the fire seemed to see something incredible, one by one stunned.

Without laughter, a few people who were naked and eating food were slightly taller than the others. They felt strange around them. They were just going to ask, but they all pointed at themselves and others. One by one was like being strangled. "Uh” for half a day, they didn't say a complete word.

However, when they looked at their naked upper bodies along what they were referring to, they were also stunned, their hands trembled, even the stone rice bowl, which was usually very precious, fell, half a bowl of meat soup spilled on the ground, if it was normal, people would probably regret it, even lick it on the ground, pick up and eat the dropped piece of meat.

But now no one is paying attention to those meat scum.

“Figure… totem pattern…”

I don't know who made the first noise, but it was like a torch, detonating a barrel of oil.

Totem!

Although these totems did not last long, the night was doomed to insomnia and dramatic psychological changes in some.

Shao Xuan, who caused all of this, stood by the fire pond in the flaming corner tribe, watched the scene disappear, everything reverted to what it was, there were no tall stone houses, no stone statues, no dense crowds, no witches, everyone in that year was gone, the fire pond was not what it was, and the six extended branches disappeared.

Chang Xuan sighed.

“There was no more glory! ”

The scene was illusory, only he could see it himself, but when Shao Xuan saw the situation on the surrounding grass, his pupils shrunk.

The six pulse-like places that stretched out at the spark, the flowers that had originally grown on them, all disappeared, leaving only bare ground.

It seems that it is not all illusory, the six branches of the spark just now have really appeared.

At this time, within the 10,000 stone tribe not too far from the monster forest.

“There is movement in the mountain forest, though unclear, but I have a feeling that there will be the biggest threat to the 10,000 stones!” A masonry tribal witch with a bone trim, facing the mountains and woods, looks like a maniac.

The leader of the Banshi tribe, standing beside the witch, looked hard in the direction of the mountain forest and commanded him to come.

“Prepare to go into the mountains tomorrow with 10,000 stone beasts! ”