Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Shao Xuan originally intended to go with the scintillation and others to bring the tourists who had been with the scintillation. The planned route did not go that way. There were too many forks in the middle of the river, and the tribal fleet passed by another waterway.

But before proceeding, the witch called the people who were about to leave.

What the witch means is to send the fleet past where the flames once lived. Shao Xuan told him that there are many tourists and slaves living in difficult conditions.

“Let them all go and have a look. ”

That's what the witch said.

Let the Flaming Horn tribesmen, who have been isolated, look at the Travellers living in the cracks, look at the two lives of others after the tribe was exterminated - the Travellers, and the slaves.

Witches are going to teach the Horn Tribes a lesson first.

Ever since the river was fought, the presence of witches has been much lower. Previously, in the tribe, many things were decided by the chief and the witch after consultation, but after coming here, witches rarely intervened, and more often were in front of the command.

Now it is rare for a witch to express her opinion again, and naturally there is no objection.

The flotilla made a detour from the planned route, and the flotilla frequented the waterway.

……

The “Y” crossing, next to the land, a slave was called to work early in the morning.

There are many large and small bamboo rafts on the river, which are being fished by slaves. Travelers don't dare to rob them when they're around, because they'll be sieged. Some regulators on the shore with whips stare closely at the river to prevent lazy travelers.

These guardians are only slightly better than the lowest slaves and do not yet hold the rank of slave, but at least some more power from the slave lords are stronger than others who have not awakened totem, and staying here is also a deterrent to those who are foolish travelers.

None of the people who can climb from the bottom to the supervisory level are harsh, you can tell by the insidiousness in their eyes.

A little further away from the slaves, some tourists also began to move.

A few travellers whose clothes were slightly better than the others walked slowly to the river, drank some water, washed their faces directly with river water and woke up.

He looked at the slaves who had already begun their work, and the man who led him spit over there.

“Boss, these days, some travelers are starting to move again, right?” Someone asked.

“There are more travellers, and we can get some work out of the stitches of those slaves.” Another said.

The man in charge got up and wiped his face, “Keep an eye on him. Don't let anyone rob you! ”

Today in the tourist area, the only people who can fight them are the ones who were flashing in the beginning. The two parties have not directly killed each other, but they are all guarding against each other.

“Didn't they hear they were leaving later? De-inflaming tribe.” Someone said.

“Leaving?” One of the big beards next to him laughed and mocked what he had just said, "and they could only say here," How long will it take to get out of here? Perhaps, in less than two days, they were eaten by beasts and killed by other tribes. ”

“Nice.” The lead nodded in favor of the location, "Not to mention their ability to leave, even if they can, what a flashing tribe looks like, who knows? Travelers live under tribal control, which is even more difficult. Tribes kill people directly if they don't see it. Especially those small tribes that lack food, they may not treat visitors as food. It's not like we haven't seen it before. If you're going, go to the Big Tribes, those in the middle. ”

“Big tribe in the middle, what does it look like?” A younger one asked.

The person who led him was suddenly proud, lifting his chin, indicating that the person next to him had moved away from the place, and he used to sit on a tall rock and tell about some of the scenes he had seen while drifting out that year.

Actually, there are a lot of scenes he doesn't remember, too vague, but it's okay, all he has to do is scare these guys.

“... especially the Longboat tribe, that's the real water strong, the boat is much taller than our house, it's not like those slaves use it, it's just some simple raft, it leaks water! Neither are the distant tribes around. ”

As he was saying, the leader suddenly found out that he was so old that no one else had responded at all! Not only that, but one looks elsewhere. Watching the slaves fishing on the water with nets?

“What are you looking at?!” The leader was dissatisfied.

“No, boss, there's a boat over there.” A man trembles and weighs his fingers.

“How many times do I have to tell you, those slaves don't count as boats!” The leader was even more dissatisfied.

“Really, boss, that's just like you said, taller than our house.” Another said as well.

“Mm-hmm!” The others nodded hard.

Bigger than our house?

The person sitting on the rock on the shore turns around and looks in the direction indicated by the others.

Look at this, he almost sprained his waist.

On the far side of the river, a boat came this way, and each boat was taller than the houses they lived in, especially the three biggest ones, reminding the leader of a fuzzy memory of a long boat tribal fleet.

“Longboat tribe?!” The leader shouted.

“No, no, the Longboat tribe is not that kind of totem, it's like...” A slightly thin man next to the leader grabbed a beard that he hadn't cut in a long time, "the pattern on the boat, some familiar, seems to have seen it somewhere. ”

“I've thought about it and seen it.” Someone attached, "or in the tourist area. ”

“Traveller area? Impossible!”

“Look, it's coming! Will they stop here? If we stop, we'll get something, won't we? ”

At first glance, they knew it was not easy to mess with. They lost their minds about killing and robbing people, and they stared closely at the nearer fleet.

And on the river, the slaves had called, pulling the raft to the banks of the river, and if they stayed on the river, they blocked the path. They dare not offend even the travelers on the raft, especially the fleet like this?

Without the regulator throwing the whip, one by one fears falling behind and getting into trouble.

The fleet has emerged, naturally a major event, which must be reported. Supervisors have shouted and told the superiors about the river. The slave owner is not present, but he also leaves the steward in slavery here.

Many of those who remained in the tourist area without going out also approached the river bank to see the sudden emergence of the fleet. Many of them, alive to this day, have never been out of here, have never seen such a big ship, and naturally feel very strange.

The fleet gradually docked and the water washed down the mud sand on the banks of the river.

The slaves had waited there, the keeper with the whip, and by this time they had changed another face, putting away all the fierceness, with the colour of pleasure on it. If things are well done, they can be rewarded.

After the boat landed, the ladder was not lowered, and successively some of the fighters jumped off the boat, their heads flashing.

Look at this familiar and strange place and the flames are deep in emotion.

One of the regulators hung the whip behind his back and ran forward to say what he was going to say, but after seeing the flashing appearance, everything was stuck in his throat. He knew Scintillation, and when the Scintillation family followed him away, he stood by the riverbank.

The flame swept around his eyes and his gaze stopped for a moment on those who were not far away, stiff as stones, before looking in the direction of the tourist area.

“Is this where you used to live?” The jumping warrior asked flashing.

“Yeah, right here. There's been a big change. ”

As he spoke, the flames took them to find the friends who had stayed here.

Shao Xuan did not go down. He stood on the boat and looked at a stone house nearly 10 meters high in the distance. When he left, there was no such thing. Obviously, it was something that the slaves had been building for two years and belonged to the slave owners.

If it was just for the travellers, it would only take some simple cabins, worse for the slaves, rather than the camp-like building behind the woods.

“Slave lords, they look like they have big plans.” Shao Xuanxin said. Ben was just picking up a few people, and I didn't expect to see those big, camp-like stone houses. If you weren't standing on a boat, just on the ground, you would most likely be blinded by the woods.

Soon after, the flames brought back more than a dozen people, some of whom he was familiar with at the beginning, and others who had joined the small group for two years, all of whom wanted to leave with the Flaming Horn tribe, O. Agreed.

Those brought aboard were delighted and crying, as if they had been reborn, while those who stood on the banks of the river watched were endlessly envious and jealous.

Who would have guessed that someone so miserable would have had such an actual encounter? Who would have thought that the persevering man who lived hard with his wife and children would have become a Totem warrior?

Things are volatile.

The Flaming Horn flotilla did not stay here long enough to pick up people and leave. The witches simply showed the tribesmen the plight of the tourists and slaves here and gave them a dose of prophylaxis.

The purpose of the witch was achieved, whether it was to follow the flames to the tourist area or to stand on a boat and watch the slaves who were being whipped and numbed, the psychological shock was enormous.

War, if it's a loser, except for death, that's probably it.

So whoever they face in the future, they can't lose! Absolutely not!

The Fleet of Flaming Horn tribes arrived and left again, continuing on their planned new route. And the travelers and slaves of this land have remembered the name of the Flaming Horn tribe, and the flame-wrapped twin-angle totem on the sail.

The butler, who was left behind by the slave lord, waited for the fleet to leave, took out from the box the scroll of the animal that had been left behind by the slave lord, put the paint on it with the brush of the animal, and wrote down what happened today. The owner said to write to the Flaming Horn tribe if it really appeared.

Flaming Horn Tribes, they do exist!