Chronicles of Primordial Wars

By the time Shao Xuan and Ou returned to their homeland, they had been cleaned up, decent weeds had been pulled out and the dangerous plants in the surrounding woods had been cut off.

As for the beast, it also ran long ago, and a lot of it didn't run into the pot.

The area of the pond has been rebuilt, nearly twice the size of the pond on the other side of the river and the original size of the pond. As long as the underground fires are still there, the pond can still be restored to its original state.

Fire veins, which were left behind when the ancestors hurried away, belonged to part of the spark. Perhaps in that year, the ancestors of the Horn hurried away because of a sudden natural disaster, but they never thought that, once they left, it was nearly a thousand years ago, the spark they had left had never returned.

If you really want to move, it takes time to take the spark away completely, just like when you're on the river, the witch takes the spark away from the pond, and after a long prayer, worship, and then takes the effort to get the spark out of the pond completely.

Well, they're all back now, and the fires haven't been completely destroyed.

Although the fire pond has been rebuilt, the spark has not ignited inside for the time being.

The witch holds a sacrificial ceremony before lighting the fire in the pond, connecting it to the fire.

The surrounding area has begun to cut trees ready to be made into houses, and the powerful Totem warriors are transporting stones.

The witch stayed in the car and didn't come out.

When Shao Xuan returned, Kusatsu was jumping out of the car with the treated herb.

“What's the matter?” Shao Xuan looks at the wooden car and asks Kusatsu.

“The witch is in a bad mood.” Gazawa sighed.

It took me a long time to get back here and see the mess of this place. I was in a good mood to have ghosts. Moreover, in the style of witchcraft, everything I saw and felt should be recorded in a scroll of witchcraft and passed on later.

Shao Xuan knocked on the door frame of the car.

“Come in.” I can't hear the joy coming out of it.

I can't hear the joy, put it on this old man, it just means I'm unhappy.

Indeed, after Shao Xuan went in, he saw that the witch was writing on a beast roll.

“How about that?” the witch didn't look up, asking.

Shao Xuan briefly explained the matter.

“Ooh is right, we need some breathing time.” The witch said and asked, "Can you replicate that stone column? ”

“Yes, but it will take some time. Stones are hard to find and need to be drilled. Why don't I go find it now?” Shao Xuan felt uncomfortable seeing the stone pillar cut into pieces. When he came here two years ago, the stone pillar was like a landmark. He was still sitting on it.

The witch shook her head, “No, the temporarily put aside, and when the spark started, the first thing the tribe had to do was go out and pick up the returning tourists. ”

When the spark ignites again in the native land, the departing travelers will return. That's what Lao Xuan said to Shao Xuan.

“The time of sacrifice?” Shao Xuan asked.

“Tomorrow night. ”

The time for sacrifice has been fixed. Everyone must now prepare as in previous years, take water and wash off the stains on their bodies and clothes, and prepare sacrificial vestments.

Only this time, not so many steps were sacrificed at the beginning of the year, only to ignite the fires in the fire pond of the homeland.

The next night.

After washing, the flaming horn tribes in sacrificial vestments gathered around the fire pond, including those who later joined the ranks. As for the tourists outside the Horn of Fire tribe, they did not participate, but stayed on the sidelines and watched.

In the sacrifice, the more important the person, the closer the position is to the fire pond. In another place, the same rule exists.

Shao Xuan is the only intermediate Totem fighter in the front group.

The car with the spark is already next to it and the surrounding atmosphere is peaceful and sombre.

Travelers a little further away stared at it and didn't dare say a word.

This is not the original mountain, where they are now, nor is it on the top of the mountain. Looking around, far away, mountains surrounding, relatively low here, plus the surrounding forest cover, is not noticeable.

In a moment of silence, the witch cautiously boarded the car, and a moment later, when he got out of the car, he was carrying a small flame, which was only twice as big as when he left the river, and was still beating in the hands of the witch.

As the witch approached the fire pond step by step, there was also a flame in the pond that broke out of the earth, and then six lines were divided in six directions by the center of the fire, each passing through the surrounding crowd and spreading further away.

The closer the witch gets to the fire pond, the brighter the fire in the pond, and the thicker the six fires.

When the witch walks into the pond and places the spark in the middle of the fire, a ray of light rises, like a thousand towers, straight into the sky, especially in this dark night.

Quit the fire pond witch, kneel down with everyone, and greet the flame with the highest tribal gift.

In the fire pond, the columns quickly thicken and spread throughout the pond, and the flames swept over the distant mountain ranges, like a sudden landscape of heaven and earth. The flames of the sky did not burn a leaf.

Not only that, but the flames in the pond, along the six branches, spread around.

Each fire vein, like a lead line, instantly leads the fire of the pond to a distance, and the light from the ground fires, like a suddenly immense divine soldier of the present world, splits this black night sky into six blocks, pounding the weather through an unspeakable heaven and earth.

Travelers on the edge suddenly felt a shock in their bodies, their spirits struck, and the surrounding momentum made them tremble, feeling all cold hair standing up. They've never seen anything like it.

Fire seed, this is the power of fire seed. It gives people an impulse to worship immediately.

Such a spark can drive the beast away.

Such a spark, in this mountainous forest, protects the tribe and breeds its breath.

Shao Xuan watched the strange changes in the flames in the fire pond. He felt that the power of the totem in his body also swept up with the flames that had soared, a little fluctuating.

Once upon a time, the totem flames in my mind, like rootless floats, were volatile, but now they seem to have found support and support points, stabilized, and flame heights.

Shao Xuan felt that his body was in a state of extreme excitement from the time the spark was connected to the flames, and that the totem in his mind was in constant exhilaration. The power of totem in the body, from drip to drip, becomes like a rolling river, penetrates the body, as if to drill out of every pore, and the totem pattern on the body becomes deeper and clearer.

Heart, beating vigorously.

Blood, like being boiled.

All the emotions, the flashes.

“Ah--”

O. Though still kneeling on the ground, he rose on his upper half, facing backwards toward the invisible "flame tower” in the fire pond, lifting his arms and yelling loudly. Due to overemotion, the voice has obvious hissing.

Like a vent, like a call.

The power of the fluttering totem, as the blood boils, blooms open, through the skin of the body surface, flushes out.

On his body, the sacrificial vestibule illuminated by the fire was shaken by the gas flow from around the Totem Warrior, and suddenly a gap was drawn.

Where his legs were kneeling, the ground was impacted by an erupting airflow, the rubble and dust were overflowing, and the flying sand and dust were quickly caught up in the flames and devoured.

After O., the big boss, the head of the hunting team, and the hunting fighters roared continuously, and the sound echoed among the mountain forests, almost illuminating the mountain forest.

A wave of pride that never existed.

Every Horn tribe has in its heart a glory and pride as a Horn tribe, a pride that has never disappeared, from the tribe of a thousand years ago to the present.

Look with your eyes, feel with your heart, surrounded by an invisible force that quickly merges with every blood vessel, every muscle, every bone, every spirit.

Shao Xuan looked in the direction of the fire pond, listened to the hoarseness around him, with a smile in his eyes, followed the roar and shared such excitement with them.

The witch looked at the flames filled with eyes and looked into the pond. In the flames that swept up in the sky, she was familiar with the double-angled totems that could no longer be familiar, and tears flashed in her eyes.

We are still strong, we have never forgotten, the glory remains, but we are a little late to return.

Meanwhile, the Manjitsu tribe, the Manjitsu witches and the chief were frozen, looking at the tiny spark in the fire pond with a gloomy face.

It's not just the Banshi tribe, it's the other tribes that can feel it, especially the central tribes, the big tribes, that feel it most clearly.

As a result, the sparks in their ponds swayed. Only a powerful spark can trigger such a phenomenon.

Who is it?

Whole centre, besides the ones known, who else could do that?

A lot of people are confused.

Farther away from the fierce mountain forest, the witches of the reckless tribe stood on a high mountain in the reckless forest, sweeping the vast green forest around their eyes, then looking in one direction, their eyes flashed with a complicated smile: “Those savages are really back...”

On the vast plateau, the rich tribe.

The old man looked at his body with a clearer totem pattern than before, his dry skin full of wrinkles trembling, then in one direction, kneeling deeply, a drop of tears fell into the grass and infiltrated the soil.

How many years? He finally waited.

The old man also pulled his wife and grandson down on their knees. I don't know how long it took before I got up when the totem on him gradually disappeared.

The old lady also wanted to help the old man who had been kneeling for a long time, pushed away by the old man. He now feels like he's full of strength, far less than the Totem warriors, but much better than before, with no trembling buckets.

Seeing the old lady's emotions was too exciting and her body was still trembling, the old lady asked with some concern, “How are you feeling? ”

The old man straightened his back, holding his much taller grandson, and was very angry: “Hungry! ”

Old lady: "…"

“Pack up, we're going back.” Lao Xiao said. He met several Horn people from other tribes during the grassland tribes' trading hours, and promised them that if they could wait until the spark of the land was rekindled, they would return together.