Chronicles of Primordial Wars

When he went back with the bloody man in his hand, he opened the door and found his eyes staring straight at this side, reflecting the moonlight coming in from outside the door, bright, scared to the point of just getting up and flying.

“What's wrong?!” Asked nervously.

Though there are no torches in the house, because of the moonlight that shines in, people's eyes can see clearly what is in their hands, not to mention the intense smell of blood.

When Shao Xuan whistled earlier, the sleeping man got a bone up, quietly approached the door, ready to go out and solve if anything really happened outside, but he didn't hear the signal of a drunk call for help. Now it looks like this guy has settled things.

“What are you holding?” asked the Dowager. He feared that he would kill the patrol warriors of the clan. They rarely encountered an outsider or a cooperative relationship. It was not good to get into trouble at this time.

“Oh, well, I don't know who.” He grabbed his head and let go of the man he was holding, not knowing what to say.

I didn't feel it when I killed him, and now suddenly I feel a little uncomfortable.

At that time, he acted with years of habit, and realized that the intention to kill was to strike. He did not care whether it was a man or a fierce beast hidden in the grass at all. At that time, he dealt with a man entirely by dealing with a fierce beast. It was not until the end of the matter that he realized that this time it was different.

Without waiting for an answer, Shao Xuan looked closer.

The man was almost cut in half with a knife, and the blood started in the woods where he started and went all the way here.

“Not from the tribe of the Kui.” Shao Xuan said after seeing who he looked like.

“Not from the clan? Who is it? Nor are we the Horn of Flames.” The gyro approached and did not care about the blood and grass scraps. He searched the dead people on the ground and did not find anything.

“Show them to the witches and chiefs tomorrow, or to the people of the tribe, who are familiar with the tribe on this side, to see if they can deny it.” Shao Xuan said.

He got high and climbed onto the wooden bed with his arms behind his head and his eyes open to the black roof.

Shao Xuan saw, thinking about the first time he killed someone, was there a psychological shadow, and asked: "Do you feel uncomfortable about it? Can't adapt?”

Some of the other people around have heard the rumors and are not sleeping anymore, so I intend to hear the next answer.

After a few seconds of silence over there, the Phantom: "… No. ”

“What's that?” Someone couldn't bear to ask. After all, they haven't had the experience of dealing with people like this, thinking about the forthcoming battle, asking for more experience with the person who just experienced it. Experience is something that warriors have always attached great importance to.

“Just...” He said two words and it stuck.

“What is it? ”

“It just feels... how can this person be so... weak? Just one knife, but it's addictive.” He said.

Shao Xuan: “...” dare to fall in love with this old fool again, look down on someone who can chop a knife to death.

If the person who died heard it, I wonder if he would be angry and spit blood.

A few days before the Water Moon Festival of the Xiao tribe, now the intruder sent someone to investigate. At this time, it was certainly not weak, at least he was sure to escape the patrol of the Xiao tribe. However, he touched the early warning facilities of Shao Xuan based in the woods. At the same time, he had always tried his best not to lose sight and delay when he met his opponent, which was the main reason for the death of a man.

After a while, the warriors were so tired that they fell asleep and almost split in half by people who had been sucked back, they also threw them directly at the door.

The next day, when the tribesmen came over, they saw the scene at their door. They were stunned. They thought it was the civil war of the Flaming Cape tribe. After hearing Shao Xuan say it, they became serious.

For the sake of insurance, they took the body and went to the chief of the clan with the drug addict, Shao Xuan, and Ou also smelled the past to see what was going on.

He looked closely at the person who had been beaten to death and shook his head, "I don't know which tribe this person came from. ”

Their tribes do not run around as often as their tribes do, so they know only the nearest tribes, as well as the often aggressive tribes, and the others do not.

“This is supposed to be the help the Tribes sought this time.” One of the people beside him said, "He avoided the soldiers on the perimeter. ”

The soldier who was able to avoid the periphery was easily solved. He looked at the wizard of the clan and said nothing. However, he added another assessment of the strength of the warrior of the clan in the Horn, as can be seen from the knife marks on the body.

Busy people want to ask more about last night, such as whether the other party revealed totem or something, but they almost suffocated their internal injuries from the answers.

“Too sleepy”, “not paying attention”, “not remembering"...

As the best warrior of the younger generation of the tribe, Qing looked at it again and again, scratching his ears and remembering the drunkenness of last night's war, thinking in his heart.

When the comparison highlights yesterday's situation, there is no homicide on the face, there is no homicide in the speech, even more silly between the eyebrows, you can't see the homicide. If you look at the pattern alone, people like the Horn Tribes are certainly more popular out there than their tribes, outside of the very distinctive outfits of the first day.

This is about the face. It is generally exaggerated who make their tribes grow.

However, as someone who often leads the team out to trade, in order to clear up an instinct to deal with different people, he can feel a dangerous smell from being high, such as a deep mountain beast that stares down at its prey.

After asking half a dozen questions, and still not having come up with much useful information, he gave up his questioning and said to O. “Looks like we have to deploy as soon as possible. ”

“Mm-hmm." O'Nodded.

While the tribesmen and the Horn clan were discussing how to deploy, hundreds of tribesmen gathered in a mountain, not far from the border of the Horn clan.

The man in the head was wearing black animal skin, tall and thin. On the face, a scar stretched from the forehead corner to the jaw, slanting across the entire face, plus his Yin test eyes when looking at people, made him look like a snake.

This time he led the tribe to invade the tribe and seize the head of the water moonstone - to.

The headsman held a knife made of half a metre long beast bone and looked in the direction of the clan.

Shaoha, what did you hear? He looked back at his chin and said, "Finally? I thought you'd given up on this one. I didn't know you were coming. Let me have a good time. ”

Nearly five hundred more people came along, although they looked ordinary, did not look as strong as the clan, and did not kill as much as the clan, but their footsteps were very light, which was not intentional, but a habit that had been cultivated since childhood. Of these, each Totem fighter carries a Go-like long-handled weapon made of stone or a beast horn.

“There is a rare opportunity for such good things to happen, and our tribes naturally will not give up.” Among those who came, the leader laughed.

“As for the reason for our late arrival… we sent two men to the clan yesterday, but only one came back this morning.” Those who were laughing just now, the laughter of their eyes spread away for a moment, replaced by the harsh shadows, so rapidly changing, it seemed very strange.

“to” the frown, the scar on his face grew worse, “what are you trying to say? ”

“You did not tell us that the people of the clan of the clan, they also called for help!” The man was furious.

“Help? Humph!” To look at the leader of the tribe, the corner of his mouth snapped up, revealing a hint of disdain in his eyes: “So what? If your tribe is scared, you can leave now! Our tribe never begged you to come with us, nor did it! ”

In the “to" view, even if the "to" tribe seeks help, it is only a few small tribes with low peripheral presence, not enough to fear.

“Beautiful thinking!” The leader of the clan said. In fact, his thoughts are similar. After all, this is not central. They do not have to be careful about everything. He is just more cautious than "to”. Only one of the two people sent back and the other failed to come back at the agreed time. Obviously, something happened.

“You should still be careful and send someone else to find out. The people I sent out to spy on, all I heard was that they were looking for help, and I didn't find out who the help of the clan was. The tribe was well defended and he was unable to penetrate the tribe's settlements. ”

“Okay!” he interrupted impatiently if he wanted to continue, saying, "Who can the crocodiles find if they find help? Look at you cowards. ”

The people of the Tribes thought, "Who do you think is as greedy as your Tribes?" The people of their tribe are only greedy, but they fear death, their lives are lost. Why do they need precious things?

“Until" looked sarcastically at the people of the tribe, then glanced elsewhere on the mountain. On this hill, and on several surrounding hills, there are many people who are going to play with a mantis to catch the cicada lark behind them, and there are others who think that when the battle breaks out and sneaks into the clan to pick up the leaks, these “till” are not going to care, when they will get everything in their hands and deal with these weak and poor people again!

“To” pulled out a wooden whistle and blew it.

Uh--

A figure flew over the woods behind him and circled twice in the sky, seemingly showing its English figure to those below.

“Feather tribe tamed out of the iris?!” The leader of the tribe was astonished.

“To” lifted an arm and watched the birds in the sky fly down, standing on his shoulders.

This is a raptor, nearly a metre tall, with sharp eyes, who looks bigger and stronger when he expands his wings. The bird claws were strong, “to” the animal leather coat on his arm was scratched by the bird claws, but “to” didn't care.

This is the crown iron of the "to" in exchange for a lot of things from the feather tribe. It looks similar to other iridiums, except that there are a few more fan-shaped feathers on the head, such as the crown on the head of the rooster, so it is called the crown iridium, which is a best-selling bird domesticated by the feather tribe for trading birds.