Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Rain rally washing the earth.

With the onset of the rainy season, the migratory activities are being carried out annually in the great rivers, those giant river masters.

There are many aquatic creatures in the river, invisible places, who behave similarly to these river masters.

Compared to the liveliness in the river, the Flaming Horn Tribes appear much quieter. With the exception of some of the guards assigned everywhere, the majority stayed at home.

A bug that doesn't know where it's coming from is moving through countless claws and quickly climbing indoors.

Boom!

A wolf claw slapped hard on it and slapped the bug he was trying to get into the house.

Caesar lay in the house, it almost filled the lobby space, his head rested on the door, like the god of the door, anything that climbed into the house was immediately shot to death.

Old Ke stood in the room where he normally sanded the stone, looking out the window at the heavy rain, with hope in his eyes.

Behind him, a long packed wooden box was left there, in the corner of the house, and some old stone boxes of different sizes, but none of them could be taken away.

“Soon, soon...”

A lot of people in the tribe, like Old Ke, have already packed their things in the house, because the place is limited, everyone has restrictions on what they bring. If you want to carry more, you must report it to them and get permission. Otherwise, throw it directly at them. If anyone really can't afford what's in the house, then he can stay here with those things.

At the top of the mountain, Shao Xuan watched the witch stand by the fire pond and read something.

During this time, witches come here every day.

The witch said it was a ritual, a farewell ritual. By the end of the rainy season, the tribes will be leaving the place where they lived for nearly a thousand years, and the sparks will naturally have to be taken away.

Fire in the pond, whether it rains, snows or winds, remains intact and unaffected.

After today's ceremony, the witch turned away from the fire pond and walked towards Shao Xuan.

“Xuan, what happens when Horn returns to his place of origin?” The witch asked.

Shao Xuan thought about it and said, "It won't calm down again. ”

“Yeah, no more calm.” The witch looked at the vast smoky river in the distance, and although her tone of voice was emotional, the steadfastness of her eyes never changed.

O. next to him did not speak, with a delightful face, and his tight fists showed that he was still in a state of agitation at the moment. He is the chief, and in the future, even after his death, the descendants of the Horn will remember him. This is an important turning point in the history of the tribe, whose names will be recorded on the beast rolls passed down to the later generations. It's a great honor.

After stopping at the top of the mountain, the witch and Shao Xuan and O. returned to the stone house, where two big bosses and several other old men had arrived.

“Well, plan to return again today.” Oosting a beast peel, he said.

Every two days, these people gather here, and the day goes by without discussion, and Shao Xuan, as an important member, is often called up. Who makes him the only one with experience in navigation?

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When the rainy season was finally over, the people who had been silent for a rainy season were excited.

Time to go.

Although for many of them, this is more like ancestral land, their grandparents, grandparents, etc., some people were born here, and it is absolutely impossible to leave here, but the witch said that the ancestral land of the Horn Tribe is not here, and they believed that they would return with the hope of their ancestors.

People on the mountain, big and small boxes down the mountain, men, women, children, groups of people, down the mountain from the path of glory, perhaps for the last time in their lives.

A child held his own leather bag, followed his parents down the hill, walked halfway, looked back in the direction of his house, somehow crying out.

Put a big, rough hand on the kid's head and twist his head forward, "Look at the road, don't look back. ”

“Mmm.”

Down the hill, usually responsible for delivering food to the cave, etc., the children in the cave are commanded to leave.

Grabbing a few boxes tied up with old grass, he lifted the boat to the artificial lake, and Caesar carried old grass with him to the lake with the rest of the people down the hill.

Whoever is on which boat, this one is already arranged, and everyone has adapted to the boat for a while so that they don't get uncomfortable immediately after boarding.

Shao Xuan was called up by the witch to help him up the mountain. The witch has the most stuff there. Others' boxes can be reduced. Even if the witch wants to reduce it, others won't like it. Those are left behind by their ancestors.

The warriors who help move the boxes must be careful as if they were carrying fragile objects, respectful, rigid and cautious.

After moving, Shao Xuan went to Old Ke's side to check on the situation. After making sure everything was okay, he came to the mountain.

Before going up the mountain, Shao Xuan went to see the cave again.

He woke up in this hole, blinking, so long ago.

Coming to the stone room with the mural painting, Shao Xuan looked at the painting on the wall of the hole, his eyes stopped at the end of the painting, thinking about it, Shao Xuan was in the void behind him, engraved with a stone knife a few words - we went back to our place of origin.

After that, at the end of the sentence, the word "Xuan” was engraved.

Standing up, Shao Xuan blocked the vent with stone and thatch, then went outside.

The wind blew through and the wind smelled like undisturbed fish.

Shao Xuan looked at the stone wall near the entrance of the cave. There were also words engraved on it when he did not awaken the power of totem, and paintings made with branches of carbide trees.

In addition to Shao Xuan's paintings, there have been various traces of children living here for nearly a thousand years. There are fish bones left after eating, old animal skins, and chaotic thatches...

Out of the hole, Shao Xuan moved the big rock not far away, blocked the hole in the cave and covered everything in the cave.

By the time he got up the mountain, things had been moved and nothing happened to him, but the witch didn't let him leave.

Not only Shao Xuan, chief O., two big leaders, leaders of hunting squads such as Mai, but also the old men who participated in the proceedings, did not leave.

The witch took them to the top of the mountain, and when they came down, the witch had already held a small flame in her hand, much smaller than when she was in the fire pond, as if it were a tiny spark lit on a birthday candle, carefully held by the witch in her hand.

The leader, O., walked next to the witch, and Kusatsu, as the successor to the future witch, helped the witch hold the crutch and stood on the other side slightly behind O. And the others, protect themselves.

Walking down the path of glory, two platoons of fighters stood on each side of the road, none of whom were below the rank of intermediate Totem fighters.

When the witch passes, the warrior standing there kneels down, paying tribal supremacy, and when the witch leaves, they get up and follow, one eye turning red.

From the path of glory to the artificial lake where 23 ships were stopped, the witch did not walk fast, but no one complained, no one who had boarded the ship was impatient at all.

The largest one, has landed, and the wooden ladder has been dropped from above.

On board, there is a reduced version of the pond, only the size of the basin, where the witch takes the spark and places it.

When the witch's side is ready, O. announces sailing.

Woo--

When the bone sounds, the person in charge on each ship immediately commands the sail.

They were trained and not as skilled in control as Shao Xuan, but they also fit together.

A boat left the artificial lake one after the other, and the waterway gate between the lake and the river was opened, and the boats travelled out of the waterway to the river.

Above.

“All right, now everybody be careful, don't leave the team!” Ooh.

The farther the fleet travels, the mountains where the tribes are located, the smaller they become in view. Everything Shao Xuan experienced in the beginning will be experienced by everyone this time.

Beneath the water, large and small piranhas are active. If you look down at the side of the boat, you can see a lot of bigger fish than people, swimming from side to side, sometimes rubbing the boat, bumping into the boat.

As we sailed, Shao Xuan, who had been looking at the situation on board, found that the further away from the central ship, the more vulnerable the vessel was to fish interference.

At first, Shao Xuan did not understand and had various speculations, but when Shao Xuan suddenly wondered and looked at it with special abilities, he found that the light emitted from the large ship in the center touched the nearest ships, which were rarely hit by fish.

Fire seed?!

Grabbing the humming eagle foot, Shao Xuan came to the central ship from a ship in the outer circle of the fleet and told the witch and the chief his discoveries and speculations, but not his special abilities.

“The reason for the spark?” Witches think, their eyes shine, "Yes, sparks would have protected tribes from other beasts and fierce beasts. Fish in the river, too. ”

Speaking, the witch missed the witch spell, as it did during the sacrifice, allowing the spark to expand from a small flame to the entire pond, except that this temporary pond on the boat was much smaller.

“Let's get everybody close.” The witch said to O.

O. went out and told everyone what a witch meant. The other boats were coming this way, but they couldn't get too close. They were too close.

Out of the cabin, Shao Xuan looked at the light emitted from the large ship in the center, much brighter, also expanding outwards, covering the ship that came by.

Subsequent boats, although occasionally dashed by some overcurious big fish, were much less frequent, much better than when Shao Xuan sailed alone.

After a day, the fleet sailed fairly smoothly, and in order to hurry up time, every boat was paddled in rotation, except for the wind sails. Although there was no ragging boat this time, the boat was at a reasonable speed, determined the direction, and drove straight that way. Unless some large fish floating on the water were stopped, or some risk factors would be avoided, all sailed along the straight line as much as possible. After all, if you can't reach the other bank before the river drops, you will have to abandon your previous efforts. In that case, the Flaming Horn tribe will truly exit the historical stage.

At the same time, the weird feeling in Shao Xuan's heart came back.

With sparks and protection and more manpower, Shao Xuan also had some free time, which he used to carefully observe the surrounding rivers, not even the clouds of the sky, the moon, the starlight, etc.

Shao Xuan suddenly had a guess.

Perhaps the river is not as big as he thought.