Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Both the Door and the rest of the Flaming Horn tribe are bursting with unnegligible bloodshed and trembling intensity.

This is a bunch of fallen hunters who have been left out and forgotten by the world, all of them killers.

They walk out of the bloodbath, and the fury and brutality keep people breathless, but these people are very restrained, so long as they want, the next moment, all the killings can be hidden.

These people, like human weapons that were suddenly dropped on the area, set off a bloody killing machine.

Seeing Shao Xuan and Dao both looked at each other in confusion, Volkswagen turned back to God and swallowed spit. "The chief asked me to come and see if you needed any help...”

Speaking of the back, Volkswagen doesn't have enough gas, so I'm sorry to go on.

Need more help?

Didn't you see that the situation was almost one-sided?

“Cough, you don't seem to need it.” Volkswagen spoke.

“Don't worry here, Volvo. You can take care of the tribal harvesters. Someone must have broken through the past with great hiding. ”

Even if the Flaming Horn tribe is responsible for the water drip on this side, there will be breakthroughs on the defensive front elsewhere. As before, there may even be others involved. There is also tranquillity within the tribe.

“Well, since you're all right here, let's get out of here! ”

After that, he ran off with his legs.

When I ran away, I still thought, "Don't worry about the people of the Flaming Horn tribe. I used to look at Shao Xuan's strength and know that their tribes should be more powerful people. The chief was worried for nothing." These people of the Flaming Horn tribe, not only are not weak, they are much more fierce than they think.

If such a tribe is the opponent...

Volkswagen shuddered.

However, with such tribes as helpers, it is indeed easier this time.

After Volkswagen left, the gyro dumped the blood on the knife. He also had a lot of blood on his body, couldn't care less to wipe it, and he and Shao Xuan went to the other side.

Here, no one comes for the time being, it's also a waste of time to stay where you are, and they need to take the initiative to find it.

Within the tribe, there are many places full of tall grasses and dense bushes, and many intruders who are good at hiding like this enjoy watching and waiting for opportunities.

Shao Xuan walked into a piece of grass that was higher than he was. He opened the weed in front of him with a stone knife and watched his surroundings with vigilance. As long as there was a slight change, it was directly a sharp knife, because it caused such movement, most of which was hidden intruders.

He was walking, and two more people burst out in the grass.

Shao Xuan was ready to do it, and Tao stopped for a moment, meaning let him come.

The Dowager was about to move his knife, and he saw a man coming out next to him.

“I got it, I got it!” He snatched the knife before the Gyro did it, and the stone knife in his hand was cut to the forefront of the intruder.

One knife, two knives, three knives...

Originally lush, grassy, wild bushes filled with intense and bloody scents, the intruder who had just jumped alive has fallen silently to the ground.

Here, all the aggressive creatures, with the exception of their own, are regarded as opponents, and at this moment, in their eyes, these people appear to be the same kind of prey they encountered when hunting in the mountains and forests. Although these people look like themselves, the chief said that people who are not from my tribe are all the same, except, of course, allies.

No psychological stress at all.

Sometimes Shao Xuan just finds these people's thoughts incredibly simple. For many people, things that are difficult to adapt to are not a problem at all.

After cutting off two people, he ran off on the hook and continued to search for intruders hiding elsewhere. Tao was robbed of the “prey”, he was angry to chase it up, and he was also going to rob the “prey” that was high. How many “preys” were hunted and then reported to the newspaper, the chief said they would be rewarded according to merit.

Their team was in charge of the area and didn't say where it had to be guarded, so all they had to do was find the intruders in the area and kill them.

Shao Xuan did not follow them, but continued to walk forward, walking close to the edge of the place where they were responsible, and ran into the spear.

Behind the spear, three men were chasing, looking at the weapons in their hands, all of them members of the clan.

The spear that was running suddenly spinned and suddenly split towards the person who was closest to him. The reaction of the other party was also slow, blocked by the weapons in their hands.

The knife of the spear has a number of gaps because of several chops. This time, the knife is severed directly from the middle.

Throw out the broken knife in his hand, half a truncated knife stuck into the throat of the person who chased him, and the spear didn't stop, pulled out the other stone knife with him on his waist, looked at the two people who chased him closely, bent his knees, bounced off to the side, and threw his leg over that way.

Spear saw Shao Xuan, but he felt he was capable of dealing with it, and now his behavior is to tell Shao Xuan to stay out of it, he solves it himself. Otherwise, if he feels unable to cope, he will run in the direction of Shao Xuan, not away.

Shao Xuan was not worried. The strength of today's intermediate Totem fighters with spears is hard and hard. After all, the other side is also an intermediate Totem fighter.

This doesn't look like a very good deal. Flaming Horn Tribes don't fool around touching hard, they run away.

Just like when hunting tough beasts, you can't beat them. Of course you have to run, run away and look for a chance to stab them back, or even give them a fatal blow.

Undoubtedly, the Horn Warriors, as opposed to the Horn Tribes, have killed, but they have become more calm and calm, making the Horn Tribes feel terrible.

The people of the Kui tribe encounter similar situations, most of them: I am not afraid of you! Spell it!

It kills red eyes and emotions are out of control.

And the people of the Flaming Horn tribe, like spears, ran and ran. When the hunter thought he was going to escape to a safer place or to find an accomplice, he found that his return was a knife, even a sweep, and he was slaughtered by the hunter.

They can always sober up looking for the best way out of a cell phone when others feel insane and irrational.

However, those who included the tribe of the clan of the clan of the clan of the clan of the clan of the clan of the clan of the clan of the Horn of Fire, when hunting in the mountain forest, the more frequent the situation of the crisis, the more frequent the killing tactics, if at that time the hunters did not have a calm mind, they would have gone to see their ancestors.

They don't expect to be smart and flexible, they just need to stay awake and calm for the short time that the critical decision wins, so that they can't kill or choose to retreat as much as possible.

As Shao Xuan expected, the spear solved the hunter very calmly.

One knife, one knife, one more knife...

After the resolution, there were several more wounds on the spear, but the spear didn't care. After applying some medicine, he ran towards his grandfather's place.

Ooh that way.

“Until" after several ineffective attempts, it was found that the person facing it was very difficult.

Face the O. It's like facing an ancient mountain of great beauty, standing in front of a mountain like this, suddenly feeling a little small.

The attack in Oo had no warning at all, the previous moment was still slowly walking, seemed to disengage from such a battlefield, did not want to participate in such a controversial chess watcher, but the next moment, lightning took a step towards this side, spurred by the force of the totem that soared to the peak, through this step of the tread, the arm waved as if the spear had just been thrown, with a stiff momentum to break through everything, towards the rush...

When the spear hit me, I saw a man being punched out by his grandfather.

Without paying attention to the person who flew out, the spear looked around and went over to O.

“Grandpa, should we let them out?” The spear gaze toward Oo and quickly looked at the direction of the boat.

O. silenced for two seconds and listened carefully to the movement around him, saying: "Just let them come out and loosen their legs. ”

O. Using this battle as the first practice field for the Flaming Horn tribe to come here, the first sharpening stone, looking at the current situation, it's perfectly possible not to let those guys out, except that this time has passed, plus there are people outside the Flaming Horn tribe who are stupidly moving, or it's better to do it quickly.

With O. 's permission, the spear's eyes flashed with joy, and no longer stopped. He hurried away and let O. continue.

The man who watched him get punched out and climbed up to run away frowned and squeezed his fist. That's a tough fight.

“Until now" I just want to leave quickly, the flaming horn tribe people, the acute prediction of danger, the fierce and fierce assassination, and the brutal and vicious killing, all shocked him very much.

Where the hell is this coming from?!

“To” is a terrible shock.

And what did that young man just say, "Let them go”?

Who's "they”?

The sense of scandal in the “to” mind is growing stronger.

Perhaps this operation is not as simple as he thinks it is, but is being carried out in another way that frightens them.

The spear that ran out of the Oz avoided the intruder's sneak attack and was not in love at this moment, picking up the whistle and blowing it at a particular pace.

Moore, Sunshine brothers and sisters, Ray and others involved in defensive warfare everywhere flashed their excitement, ignoring the wounds on their bodies, avoiding the invaders' blades, spreading their legs and running, whilst blowing their own leather whistles.

At one point, where the Flaming Horn tribe was responsible for the defense, several whistles rang, there was a slight difference between the whistles made by each person and the whistles made by the wood whistles, and the whistles of each of the domesticaters were familiar to the imprinted beasts.

Several were forced to stay around the fleet, slipping their hooves boringly, listening to one of the whistle ears, one accelerating in the direction of their respective domesticaters.