Chronicles of Primordial Wars

After a plain, the team finally saw the green strip in the distance, like an infinity.

Where the heavens and the earth intersect, there is a long one, all green.

Further afield, there are also some images of the mountains.

Before walking in, the tribal warriors' eyes flashed bright and familiar feeling, causing their bodies to instantly enter a state of bloodthirst, as if they were returning to that crisis-ridden mountain forest across the river. Those nostalgic hairs are all trembling, fearless, just so excited they can't help but shake.

Of course, they're so excited, there's a reason for the spark.

Closer and closer to the place of death, warriors, the power of totem poured over them, as if to rush out.

“There, the Wesen Hills?” The people in the team looked at the distant green and complex. Horned people are excited, and travelers are worried and confused.

Ta!

Ta-- Ta--

It rained in the sky, and the rain quickly grew from small to large, and the bean-sized raindrop brush pulled down to smash.

The dry ground was raised by drops of rain and dust, surrounded by the smell of dirt.

The sky quickly became gloomy, and the clouds pressed black, like a giant hand, wanted to shoot directly. In the distant green zone, in the eyes of the tourists, it's like a big mouth filled with pointy teeth waiting for the prey to come to the door.

Head up, thick as a cloud to squeeze people out of breath, ahead, is famous for its ferocity. The flushing of rainwater put out the flames in the hearts of some travelers, still standing here, just because the breath held in the heart, do not want to retreat, do not want to go back.

The team, sometime, has become muddled.

Discussions, jokes, long overdue.

The emotions of the travellers, infected by this muddled atmosphere, the restlessness in their hearts, miraculously calm down.

At this point, whenever you can, get out of the car, including those who are sick, disabled, old, held down.

The witch waved her hand and refused to help her, jumping out of the car. His feet were dressed in new stitched leather boots this rainy season, grey white fur that turned muddy at the moment of landing.

The witch looked deep into the mountain forest.

Almost a millennium ago, generations later, finally, back here. Just the people who came back, not the ones who came back.

“Let's go.” The witch said.

The mountain forest of the fierce beast is large. The route taken by the flaming horn team is not in the direction of the Wanshi tribe. There is still some distance from the Wanshi tribe, so there is no sign of the Wanshi tribe.

Without the need for Shao Xuan's directions, everyone in the Flaming Horn tribe can use their instincts to find the right direction.

Stepping into the woods, the movement of rainwater falling on the blades masks the sounds of some surrounding organisms, and the various smells in the air are washed over and over again by the rainwater.

Heavy rain does not mean to stop, in the rain curtain, visibility decreases, many people can't even see the situation in the far woods, but it's okay, they just follow the people in front.

The light barrier placed in the spark car by the pond has been removed by the witch.

It is the deterrent of the spark and spreads from time to time in the mountains.

Tah-tah-tah-tah-tah-tah-tah-tah-tah.

On the soft ground, where countless corpses of insects and animals, leaf dust and dust accumulate, the warriors carry their own weapons and walk in the muddy woods, leaving a deep footprint on the ground at every foot.

Rainwater falling from the sky dripped through the dense leaf layer above, quickly filling these footprints with water.

Unless you can't keep up and you're physically inconvenient, the tribes will continue to walk in line. Some children, held by their parents, step on each foot, all kinds of rot and dirt on the ground will grind his ankles, good thing the boots are long cylinders, even some insects in the mud, just bite on the fur.

Use the knife to pick up the elongated bugs on your feet with the suction cup and keep moving forward.

In the mountain forest, there are many beasts, ferocious beasts, even with spark deterrence, that cannot be avoided altogether, and beasts in the fearless forests of life and death could suddenly be killed at any moment from this dense mountain forest.

Behind the leafy bushes, in the caves above the mountain waist, lurkers in the muddy marshes… etc., there are bloodthirsty eyes with cold light, staring at this team suddenly entering the mountain forest. In the past, if you go into the mountains and change to someone else, they won't miss this meal. But this team is too special.

There are sparks that frighten them, there are fierce beasts like them, and there are a group of Totem warriors with seemingly insignificant strength. All the smart fierce beasts hide and keep watching, and they all pop up looking for death.

The rain brought by the tail swing swept around like a bullet, blocked by the tribal warriors guarding the team. The advance team will deal with the evil beasts that have come out.

The slaughter in the woods, other than the roar of the fierce beast, does not speak.

Silent slaughter, yet unprecedented ferocity and ferocity, splashing animal blood mixed with rain, dripping to the ground, dyeing the roads everyone walked in red, filling in the footprints of every depression.

No one on the team made a sound or stopped walking. There are fierce beasts coming out, and naturally there will be resistance, and all they will have to do is continue in that direction.

Followers, if they weren't strong enough not to let themselves fall off the team, would probably fall to the ground and have soft legs. I wonder if they want to scream because of this heavy and sombre atmosphere in the team, watching the fierce beasts coming out of the woods, but they want to be strangled, open their mouths, and can't make a sound.

The silent team, unwavering in that direction, was like a pilgrimage.

Shao Xuan put away his knife, ignored the fierce beast that had been cut to the ground, and other warriors would not harvest it. They were like a sacrifice, a sacrifice for the Flaming Horn tribe to return to its homeland.

Heavy rain persisted for a long time, and Shao Xuan, along with other fighters, had cut down no more than ten vicious beasts.

Fortunately, it is not deep in the mountain forest of the beast. The beast is quite few, and it is not particularly powerful.

Shao Xuan threw the animal leather coat onto the car and left it to be brushed with rain.

Many people do the same thing as Shao Xuan. Everyone has the same totem pattern. Not knowing when, every awakened warrior showed a totem, and those tribal travelers showed faint lines.

Meanwhile, the Flaming Horn Tribes are lost.

A team of 10,000 stone tribes, resting there, come here every once in a while. This is what witches mean. The chief didn't approve of it before, but after being persuaded a few times, he did, except that the chief no longer takes people personally.

The people of the Banshi tribe today have no fear of this ruined land. More than once, they have become fat.

Without finding a place to hide in the rain, they stayed straight here until the rain stopped and went back.

A pedestrian used the ruined stone as a stool, and others sat directly on the stone column that collapsed and was cut into pieces, joking, bored and poked the carved pattern on the stone column.

“Hey, the rain seems to be small.” Someone said.

“Is it going to stop? ”

Heavy clouds in the sky, scattering fast. There was sunlight coming through the clouds, and it was dazzling.

The rain hasn't stopped altogether, but in this way, it's not far from stopping.

They were laughing and suddenly they heard crackling sounds, like burning firewood in a lit fire.

Someone lit the fire at this time?

A 10,000 stone tribe showed fear, pointing in one direction.

“Fire!, fire! ”

Others looked at it in the direction he was pointing at, only to see that a Mars-like light point emerged from the place where a pit had been dug, and then, centered on that light point, six lines of fire stretched outward.

A great sense of panic struck their minds.

Watching the line of fire spreading beneath his feet, a 10,000 stone warrior turned his head and yelled: “Go back, go back to the tribe! ”

Without waiting for the rain to stop altogether, they ran away in panic. They suddenly remembered those who had almost been wiped out in the beginning.

Get out of here! Get out of here! In panic, even dripping rain, they feel like poisonous bugs are biting.