Chronicles of Primordial Wars

The arrival of the Flaming Horn tribe has reduced the pressure on the already nervous and worried tribesmen. At least not alone in the war that will follow, but with a helper and a firm heart.

After the exchange between the two leaders, they began to build a house in a place with fewer cisterns. After all, not everyone liked to live in the cistern, which was considered and delineated only after consultation with O.

There is a slight deviation from the populated areas of the tribe, and usually no one walks that way except for the patrol teams, which O.

Even if the two tribes cooperate, they are prepared for each other and are not yet ripe for defencelessness. Besides, that place is closer to the tributary where they dock.

Naturally, there is no objection to resolving the housing problem while maintaining a satisfactory distance between the two sides.

With the help of the tribesmen, the construction efficiency is naturally fast, and the next day there are many more houses in the weeds and woods. The houses are small, but it's okay, the Flaming Horn people don't care, they don't stay here long, they have to leave when the Flaming Tribes thing is resolved.

The elderly, women and children remain on board, relatively safer on board, when incursions take place, and the Horn Tribes do their best to stop the intruders from boarding.

“Shao Xuan! ”

Shao Xuan was cleaning up the bushes surrounding the newly built temporary shelter and had set some early warning traps here. When he heard someone call his name, he looked up.

Two years later, the sunken armor had grown considerably taller, except for a scar on his face, which looked like a knife wound.

“What's going on?” Shao Xuan pointed at the scar on his nail face.

“This?” Hey, hey, smile, very proud, "I left it last Wednesday at Moon Festival. ”

The tribe has a lot of trouble every year during the Water Moon Festival. Last year, the Armoured Man participated in the defense war and was slightly injured. That's when the scar on his face was left.

Smiling, the armor was crushed and depressed: “This year my dad won't let me go to war, I have to sneak my knife. ”

As a result of the information received, the people of the Tatmadaw clan sounded the highest alarm, and naturally these young children would not be allowed to join them if, in the event of an accident by the warriors involved, these young people, who were growing up, were the hope of the tribe beyond.

I'm very happy to see Shao Xuan. Tell Shao Xuan about these two years, especially about his heroic battle last year.

Young warriors are always happy to share their glory fights with others.

When he was finished, he looked around and saw that no one had noticed this side, and he whispered: "Shao Xuan, do your tribes usually dress like this?” I scratched my armor on my head, neck, and body more than I did.

“No, that's not the only way to dress up on a day that feels important.” Shao Xuan said.

So the Horn Tribes still attach great importance to their own tribes? He was delighted that he decided to go back and tell everyone about the discovery.

“By the way, Shao Xuan, where's your hide coat?” The sunken armor looks into the house. When he saw the Horn tribe before, he had never opened his eyes to the beast skin and ornaments on the Horn tribe that couldn't be named, and his big teeth, and his eyes were straight!

However, the sunken armor is not familiar with the rest of the Flaming Horn tribe, can only come to Shao Xuan, want to see the extremely flaming horn tribe style clothes, and go back to brag with others.

“There was only one, in the crate inside, and the rest was on the boat.” Shao Xuan pointed at the crate on the right in the corner of his finger.

This was sent to Caesar early this morning. Two boxes, one with everyday supplies and clothes, and the other was the clothes with the bigger thorny black wind. Lao Ke worried that Shao Xuan had nothing to “show”.

“Can I see it?” Heavy armor asks with anticipation.

“Yes.”

Shenzhen Levy ran to the crate and opened the crate.

“Oh--” The armor rarely touched the dress with the usual spikes. Apart from crocodiles, they've seen animals all the time, and they've never seen animals with spikes of many lengths.

Shao Xuan also asked about the forthcoming war as he glanced at the thorny black wind leather jacket.

Don't underestimate these normally disturbing rebel children, they don't necessarily know less than grown-ups, and crush them, these children are very close to each other.

“In addition to the Kui tribe, there are probably Kui tribes as well as a very dangerous tribe.” The sunken armor said.

“Tribes? ”

“Well, a friend of mine overheard. However, the tribe is very close to the centre and rarely comes this way, probably this time, uncertain.” Shenzhen told Shao Xuan everything he heard.

As Shao Xuan listened, he changed the orientation of a fine filament thread in his hand. He thought to himself, "It seems like a lot of people will really come here this time to grab water moonstone, and, moreover, they are still harsh characters, maybe there are people in the middle.

No wonder the tribes were so desperate.

Horn Tribes, be more cautious.

At night, there were eight fighters in the house with Shao Xuan, among whom were drug addicts and tourists, all of whom knew each other.

At night, there was no fire everywhere, and the flaming horn tribe rested early. There was no fire around it, only the moonlight.

In the middle of the night, he was suffocated by his urine and got confused and went outside to drain water.

Shortly after the smoke, a slight unidentified buzz sounded.

Shao Xuan opened his eyes violently and carefully distinguished the approximate orientation of the silk thread. Shao Xuan took out the leather whistle and gently blew it a few times. It sounded like a bug noise at night.

Bewildered by the intoxication of walking from his residence into the woods, he beat his arrears and continued to walk forward. However, after reaching for a lazy waist, his hand was placed in the knife handle between his waist.

Hunting habits, outside, wherever you go, whatever you do, knives don't leave.

The first time you come to such a strange tribe, you have to be more prepared.

Except for the first day when everyone dressed up, the next day they changed back to their original clothes to make it easier to work.

At this time, most of the Horn clans were dressed in sleeveless leather vests. A piece of muscle beats like a hard rock on a strong arm outside. Strong figure, it looks like a wall, solid enough, at first glance, it really looks like a tribe of clans.

Snuff, snuff, snuff, walk deep into the woods.

As he was walking, he suddenly adjusted the force of totem in his body to the limit. The momentum around him instantly climbed, on his exposed arm, and the flame-like lines clearly appeared.

Feet slammed to the ground, grass splashed, and the shadow of an intoxicated body, like a projectile, fired in one direction.

Found out!?

People in the grass don't know why they're so good at hiding themselves so quickly.

Since when are the clans so acute?

The man hiding in the grass didn't even expect the seemingly troubled guy to suddenly get into trouble. Moreover, the direction was still straight to his side, extremely fast, and didn't give him much time to react.

Such an offensive, however, had some people like the tribe of the clan, who burst out in a flash and bit the prey tightly.

The people in the grass also reacted quickly, hurried one step, the body backed several meters, the action was not as fierce as that of high, but also very rapid, and the shadow was blind, the next moment suddenly rushed to another position like lightning, the whole person was like the ghost of night, fluttering uncertain.

He thought that after avoiding the first flash, he would get rid of the bite, but soon, he found it useless!

That wall-like figure has been stuck, getting more and more flexible and never slower than him!

How is that possible?

Hidden people are horrified.

Doesn't it mean that the people of the tribe can get rid of their bites by avoiding the initial eruptive attacks?

But now what?!

Both sides are getting closer, flashing with a stone knife at night wind temperatures, mixed with cold killings.

The man only felt a strong wind coming, and his sensitive nose was filled with fierce blood, unlike human blood, more like, something else that was more dangerous.

The man's eyes flashed through despair, cold, his legs frozen, and his movements slowed for a moment. He can hear his heart beating like a thunder drum.

The scarcity of the forest, the moonlight throws down, and the appearance of smoking becomes clearer.

Seeing a drunk face, the pupil shrunk in the person's eyes.

No, no, no!

No, it's not!

This is not a clan member!

Who the hell is this?

Before he lost consciousness, he could only see the knife shadows that struck him, and those flame-like lines under the moonlight.