Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Tribal winters continue to be endless snowflakes and extreme cold weather.

A few people are in the mountains, and the weather like this is impossible for them to survive on their own, so that someone can take care of them.

Tribes have never so much looked forward to the end of winter.

The ritual of sacrifice after the end of winter not only involves the new arrivals of the outcasts in awakening, but also the most anticipated crystals of all.

A warrior rubbed his hands, and did not forget to exercise in winter. Even if he could not run far away, there were many people practicing with stones at home. He wanted to stay in the best shape during the sacrifice. Another winter passed and his body was empty.

Shao Xuan often runs to the mountains. Witches and chiefs have been planning to return to their places of origin and will call Shao Xuan every time. In his spare time, Shao Xuan went to the pharmacy to help Fujisawa organize the medicine.

The pharmacy's eight pricks specializing in drug waste grew up a lot. Even the turtle shell was two meters tall. I don't know if it was the reason for successful engraving, or if it was the reason for frequent medication consumption. The eight pricks grew faster and stronger. The longitudinal ridge on the turtle shell was more pronounced. It was harder to mess with than the big crocodiles of the clan.

Every time Shao Xuan passed, the tortoise had to bite Shao Xuan a few bites, but every time Shao Xuan used a knife to photograph him on the side.

When the moon disappeared in winter came out again, the tribe boiled.

Raised a winter old man, looked reddish, and the whole person looked much younger.

On the day of the sacrificial ceremony, Shao Xuan took out the leather coat made from the skin of the giant bear he had hunted last year, which is what he was wearing at the sacrificial dance this time. In order to hunt this giant bear, Shao Xuan sanded with it for more than a dozen days before finally getting it.

“Are your clothes ready? Did you get rid of the bugs on the bear skin? ”

“Except, hey, old man, don't you really have to remove this bear claw? Hands in the way.” With this bear claw glove on, Shao Xuan can't even see where his fingers are. Whoever looks at it will look at the black bear claw for the first time.

“No, no, no, no, no, no! ”

“Okay.”

“And a bear tooth necklace! Don't forget this!” Old Ke quickly put the finished bear tooth necklace on Shao Xuancheng.

A big white carrot-like bear teeth stringed together, slightly weird around the neck, and a thinner neck can't hold this large necklace. This is not abrupt in the tribal life.

“I'll go up the hill first, you go up with Caesar later, chirp, find yourself a place to play, don't run away.” Shao Xuan shouted at the eagle in the sky.

“Come on, get up the hill. Maybe the witches and the chiefs have something to tell you. ”

Shao Xuan was driven out of the house by Old Ke and walked up the hill.

Everyone dresses up today, and they don't even know who it is.

Although many sacrificial ceremonies have been attended, every time Shao Xuan feels like an animal rally.

Eyes on, skinned, horned, bone-crushing, snake-skinned belts, beastbone masks... everything!

When he reached the mountain, Shao Xuan met Zheng Eyed Baba and looked around at the flames of several people.

The first-time attendees of such ceremonies were cautious, but with irresistible excitement and excitement.

“Fantastic!” They are not awake, naturally they do not have their own sacrificial vestments, and now they are only worn, given to them by the tribes as warm, of a different nature, just ordinary hides.

The Shao Xuan dynasty broiled several people with “bear claws” and greeted them. The bear claws on the bears' palm gloves are too big and too much of a hindrance, but what the tribe is looking at today is these things that stand in the way, and Shao Xuan can't get them off.

A few people looked at Shao Xuan with envy, "That's great! ”

“Are you talking about that bastard Xuan? You haven't seen the thorny black leather jacket he wore before, and I still think it looks more powerful.” A man passing by joked.

The giant bear is not worse than the thorny black wind, but the thorny black wind's thorns are much more stunning than the skin of the bear.

“And don't envy anyone else. When you wake up and go hunting with the hunting team, you'll have your own sacrificial vestments.” The man said.

“Can we hunt like Xuan in the future?” The horn shook his fist at noon.

“It depends on your strength, after all, less like Axen. Either way, you have to wake up first. ”

“Mmm!”

They're about to wake up and become real totem warriors! This year, they are wearing clothes that no one else has prepared for them, but next year, the year after, and every year after, they will wear the best loot they have ever hunted for the tribal ceremony!

Shao Xuan went to the witch first, along with the other sacrificial dancers, painted a tattoo on his face before heading to the fire pond.

“A lot of people have been involved in awakening this year.” Shao Xuan said.

“Yeah, seven failed to wake up last year, and this year, with flaming them, it's been a hundred years.” Gho wore a beast bone mask, "he said. He took off his mask and put it back on.

The beast mask is made after the head of the beast is cut off, boiled, skinned, and finally only the bones and the teeth in the mouth are left behind. Those sharp teeth are also the most important part. It is recognized in the tribe that a good beast mask cannot have broken teeth, let alone what the sacrificial dancers wear is more demanding.

Shao Xuan can only see the face of the Door from the pointed teeth of that mouth.

Night gradually descends.

The whole mountain, all the fallen, has been concentrated at the top of the mountain.

After the chief has spoken, the witch moves to the fire pond.

Witch spell remembers.

In the fire pond, there was a spark like a small flame, which instantly swept up, burst into the ground and filled the entire fire pond, which was much more intense than ever.

Not to mention the others around, even witches have instant stunners and pauses.

The music sounds, and the sacrificial dancers have to get to work.

Shao Xuan wore that thick bear skin and danced with those dressed up around him, clawing his teeth.

Jumping and jumping, Shao Xuan entered the subtle state that seemed to be detached from reality.

He seemed to see the edge of the fire pond, a man whose clothes were barbaric and exaggerated, swinging his hands and feet, beating around the fire pond, and around, further away, was a tall stone house...

The flames in the pond, again doubled in height, the twin totems in the flames, as if they were going to rush out.

The whole hilltop was lit with a flaming light.

Flames flying out of the pond are denser than ever.

Meanwhile, further away from the Flaming Horn tribe, the Flaming Horn tribe's homeland.

Where the former pond was, the fires reappeared.

First a shining light point in the center, then from this light point, six flaming branches, extending in six directions.

Birds nesting in the surrounding trees just fell asleep and woke up, a group of people flew out of the tree nest, shouting loudly and heading away from the fire pond.

Just stepped into a nocturnal beast in the area, shouted and turned away quickly.

The ground, where the fires spread, a strip of bloodthirsty vines that once captured countless living creatures, struggled powerlessly and withered rapidly.

This place, with the flying birds and insects leaving, is silent.

No crooks, no dancers, no one, under the black night sky, only the veins of fire on the ground illuminate this ruin.