Chronicles of Primordial Wars

At the onset of winter, the Flaming Horn tribe was ready to spend the winter with the advance notice of the witches.

Throughout the winter, the Flaming Horn tribes had a vibrant vibe, unlike previous winters, when people were often seen moving out, even in the foothills. It's very rare.

Warriors are training, and they even try to hunt their prey along tribal edges. If they were in the past, they would undoubtedly be regarded as lunatics by others. As the hunting song says, going out for hunting in winter is very dangerous, so people form a tacit understanding, and they don't go out in winter.

But now it's different. Everyone seems to be full of energy. If you can't breathe this energy in your heart, you can feel bad. Someone runs to the training area to train or find someone to practice. For the first time, the idea of going hunting along the edge of the forest is raised. If you don't go deep into the mountain forest, walk to the edge, should it be okay?

At first, people were worried about being scolded, but they were relieved when they found a lot of people wandering around the mountains.

“Can we really cross this river and go back to where we came from?” A soldier asks his companion.

“Sure, you doubt witches?! ”

“No! Absolutely no doubt... did the witch say something like this? ”

“Hey, you guys, what does an outsider look like? How long have you got? Less eyes?” A soldier came to intervene.

“I heard there were eight hands on the totem of the Eighty Tribes! They must have eight hands! Definitely!”

“Is there really that much? Sounds fun, grab one then. ”

For the outsiders, many of the “savages” born and raised in the Flaming Horn tribe, many of whom are not completely used to new ways of thinking, in their current thoughts, subconsciously categorize those outsiders with the beast, and when they come together to discuss, they use the tone of the beast.

Ever since the fire pond incident, the witch has decided to reveal more information. It has also painted some totems and brief descriptions of the outside world. There is no way, the detailed information the witch herself does not know, and that information is still copied from the animal scrolls left by his ancestors. As to whether the outsiders really had eight hands, there was still doubt in the witch's heart that the ancestors left too little behind.

Not only tribal warriors, tribal others, the elderly, children, women, winter activities are different, even those who live in caves have more winter classes.

It's just that wherever you go, there's always some weird discussion of the outsiders.

Witches have visited the mountain once. After hearing everyone talk, they feel very tired. When they go up the mountain, they sigh briefly and their backs are crunched. But there's no way, we'll have to wait for Shao Xuan to come back and make concrete plans.

Shao Xuan, who is missed by the tribesmen, along the direction of the longboat tribal fleet, arrived smoothly to the longboat tribe.

By the time Shao Xuan arrived in the Longboat tribe, it had snowed for half a day. The snow was not too big. It had fallen for half a day, and some places were not covered. This is what the Flaming Horn tribe did not see. In the case of Horn Tribes, in less than half an hour, there was a layer of ground.

The Longboat tribes are divided into land and water sites, and usually they leave the river not far from the river, giving the passers-by a walk, but by the time they load and unload the cargo or some special period, they will seal off all of this, and all the travellers in the past will have to bypass the long way.

Fortunately, at this time, it is not the time of the riverbank blockade, and there is a small group of travellers passing in front of Shao Xuan.

“Shao Xuan, do you want a boat to come to the Longboat Tribe?” Ask.

“No, I'm looking for someone. ”

“Looking for someone? You know the Longboat Tribes? ”

“No. ”

“Then who are you looking for?” Suspicious.

“of our tribe.” Shao Xuanton went on, "If they did, they'd be tourists. ”

“Traveler? You came here looking for tourists?!” Surprised.

Aren't the so-called Travellers all those whose tribes have been exterminated and not captured, who have not been taken prisoner, and who do not want to be slaves?

Shao Xuan is a Totem warrior, which means that the flames of the Flaming Horn tribe are still there, still in the fire, how can those people become tourists? Expelled?

Shao Xuan didn't say much, Yang Xuan couldn't figure it out, and he wasn't going to ask. The most important thing he wanted to do now was find a boat that was specially rented for the travelers. He had to go to a room, get some sleep, eat some hot food, and better have some hot soup.

Like some large tribes, the Longboat tribes also have places for travellers or passers-by, but only in exchange for things, which are expensive.

Yangtze picked up a boat, which was also used by the former group of travellers. Give the Longboat tribe some becoins and he won't go out when he gets in the room.

After Shao Xuan drank some hot water, he decided to go out and find someone.

“Hey, Shao Xuan, don't go out too long, and if you leave the Longboat tribe, don't go quietly and call me, otherwise, I will be killed if I stay here alone. With me, I can show you the way.” Yangtze said.

Shao Xuan answered and walked out the door. He doesn't believe that people who dare to run around and live to this day can be killed so easily.

Shao Xuan did not worry about feeding in the surrounding mountain forest. Instead, he entered the Longboat tribe and was not used to it, so let it scourge the beast outside.

After Shao Xuan got off the boat, he looked back at the big boat that docked on the banks of the river. He had just carefully observed that the boat, although not very sophisticated, was strong enough to accommodate many people.

Retracting his gaze, Shao Xuan continued in one direction. He asked before where the travelers lived, right over there.

There are patrols of the Longboat tribe around, watching every passing stranger, who crosses the border without mercy. The so-called crossing of the border is the inability to enter the habitat of the longboat tribes on land and the inability to board at will.

When Shao Xuan walked past, he was also stared at, but he probably felt that Shao Xuan had no threat, was not gorgeous in his clothes, so he didn't pay any more attention. As long as Shao Xuan didn't cross the line they drew, they wouldn't give Shao Xuan another look.

The snow is flying. Not big, but dense, a little rushed when I first got here.

Shao Xuan walked ashore and didn't take any shelter, so the snowflakes fell on him.

The people of the Longboat tribe, most of the time on the boat, even if they return to the tribe, are nestled in the boat, eating and living in it, they have become accustomed to the life on the boat, and they are uncomfortable on land. So Shao Xuan walked all the way, far from the river bank in the direction of the forest, few people moved, and there were many people in the boats that docked on the shore. Eat, drink and laugh all the time.

The shore was almost full of big boats, and most of the fleet that went out came back, squeezing the wide river and stretching forward a long way. Shao Xuan walked for more than 10 minutes without seeing his head. When it's really the river.

When the big boat on the shore gradually became thinner, Shao Xuan arrived in an empty area.

This is where the Longboat tribe is divided from the tourist neighbourhood.

Shao Xuan walked over, the tourist area was much colder than the warm atmosphere on the flotilla of the Longboat tribe ahead. Although some people talked loudly and roared, the atmosphere was different. It's like a slum in a bustling city in a dark corner.

There are also houses on land here because they have no access to the Longboat tribe's territory, space is limited and cannot penetrate into the woods, but the number of visitors is also large, and since they cannot penetrate horizontally, they can expand vertically. As a result, a narrow tourist settlement area was formed.

Close to the banks of the river, there are also docking boats, except that the boats here are much smaller and much smaller than those of the Longboat tribe.

Some small boats, four to five metres long, with a simple shed, inhabited by people, who also spent time in the boat in the winter.

Sometimes when the wind is high, the boats shake so badly that if they weren't tied to the wooden stakes on shore by death, they would probably blow away at once.

The people here, working for the Longboat tribe, moving timber, chopping wood, transporting things, doing dirty work are all theirs, and they also use these labors in exchange for permits to live here, and they can also get some modest rewards, which is when employers are in a good mood, they are in a bad mood, and sometimes they can't get anything.

These are all told by Shao Xuan. Perhaps the real situation is much worse and much darker than Yang Xuan said.

As for the Horn Tribe tourists, Shao Xuan just came here to look for them, not sure if he could find them.

Do you have to write a sign here? Or go all the way and yell all the way?

I thought about how to find those people. Shao Xuan walked while also watching the movement on both sides.

When Shao Xuan walked in one place, he heard a quarrel in front of a cabin and the cracking of the block.

“Horn afternoon, stop!” Someone shouted.

Horn?

Shao Xuan once heard the flames say that some visitors of the Flaming Horn tribe would add a “flame” or “horn” to their name or that of their descendants. With the name "Flame” or “Horn”, there are many people who are not necessarily Flame Horn tribes, but if they encounter Shao Xuan, they will ask, most of the time disappointed to return. Now he's going to ask.

Just one step that way, Shao Xuan saw a man who was bigger than the others and stepped out of the cabin. The fur coat on his body is not thick, many places have fallen off, many holes have been worn for a long time, the beard is pulled, but if you look carefully, this man is actually very young, much bigger than Shao Xuan.

The man was angry and he didn't know if he was angry or if he was being blown red by the wind. Behind him there was a chase out, shouting the name "Horn Noon”. And those who came forward didn't turn back, and accelerated their steps away.

“Alas, why are you angry?” The man whispered.

“That is, just ask casually, hiss, the guy is strong again.” Someone in the house said.

Hearing their conversation, Shao Xuan looked at those who had gone far and quickly chased them up.

“Hey, up front.” Shao Xuan shouted.

The people in front didn't stop, but they walked faster.

“Horn afternoon! ”

The people in front ran straight away.