Chronicles of Primordial Wars

According to the travellers, the patrol team immediately went back to inform the others and did their best to find them, possibly picking them up and encountering the insect.

Travellers who were not seriously injured also helped to find them at the border, they could not enter the tribe, but could still move around the border and help a group of old people.

Since the faint totem lines appeared on them, their bodies have grown stronger, especially a while ago, when they felt extraordinarily comfortable, giving them the illusion that they were even real totem fighters. And because they got stronger, they were able to walk all the way here and survive so many people. In the mixed battles across the mountains, people tried to kill them, and they worked together to solve them, even though they were inevitably wounded and broke.

When the Toyota tribe panicked over news from the travelers, the three people who went to look for clues to lose their sheep, as you might expect, were in trouble.

Three children gasped and ran for their lives.

“Come on! Come on, it's coming after us!” Growling.

They regret it so much right now, why didn't they just tell the others? Shortly after they left the sheep dumping area, they were attracted to the past by some wool on the ground, and walked away for a while. They did not meet the patrol, but found something behind them approaching. The earth bulged up on the ground and quickly approached them.

The more the three of them ran and ran, the further away they were from the residential area. At first, they were still running and screaming, hoping that anyone around them would hear them, and wondering, if only they could meet the patrol, but until now, no one from the Feng tribe had seen them. By the time they returned to God, they found that the surroundings were empty. Although they were still in the territory of the Toyota tribe, they were close to the border, and very few people came here.

The chasers behind him seemed to have deliberately avoided the area where the patrol was operating and had driven the three men here.

The three of them don't have much strength to scream anymore, just running.

Think about what you said before, “If you find a cattle thief, cut it off”, but now you know how wrong you are.

“Run that way, don't run out of the tribe!” Gourd turned with the two of them, but soon they found themselves thinking too easily.

Another brown-red bug drilled out of the ground and plugged it in front of them.

The bug was wider than the three of them combined, and the rising part from the soil was longer than the end of the three horses. The small, pointed head also has two chelating teeth, one in one, and the two legs in front are like two long, soft sickles, swinging flexibly to give a sense of death coming from it.

“Ah!” Doya screamed, the voices were a little mute, shouting in hopes that a patrol would come around to rescue them. But look at the direction of the tribe. Nobody shows up.

On the other side of the border, there is a short mountain, which is the boundary, which crosses those short mountains, even though the territory of the rich tribe is created.

Growing up, they had never left the tribe, and adults had warned them from an early age that only the tribe was safe, that out of the tribe, they would be persecuted by other tribes.

But now they have no choice.

Gourd bites his teeth, his footsteps turn sharply and he shouts in a direction away from the tribe: "Run! ”

Doya and Anai followed closely behind.

When I ran away, I thought about what my parents taught him when I was a kid. If I took a sheep, met a beast, and couldn't beat it, I gave up the sheep and threw it at the beast. If the beast had a sheep, I wouldn't chase you for the time being, and I had a chance to escape.

At this moment, there are two bugs chasing after them. There are three of them. Doya, like him, is from the Toyota tribe, only Nai, is a tourist. Travelers, in the minds of many, are the “sheep” who are abandoned after encountering danger.

But, remember, two years ago, the man who carved himself into wood said that the promises made were irrevocable. Guan himself promised to help take care of Ani.

If there was a second tourist, he would not hesitate to kick him behind the chaser, but promised the sheep he would not give up. The ancestors were watching over the grasslands, and the people of the Feng tribe could not break their promises.

He was about to awaken the power of totem. Yesterday, he also told his father that he would become the most courageous warrior of the Toyota tribe and a famous warrior on the prairie, but he might not wait that day.

Grasping the bone knife in his hand, he slowed his running steps, and the spatter turned to look at the two reddish-brown bugs in the back and on the side.

“Run, I'm holding! ”

The words "held against” were not finished, and the glazed eyes reflected the shadows of bugs that jumped quickly.

The two open chelating teeth, like a clip, clamp the person directly. The melon can even smell the bloody smell coming from the mouth of the bug, and you can see the wool on the chewing teeth of the bug.

This is the thief who ate his cattle and sheep!

“Ah--”

The glaucoma shouted, closing his eyes and waving.

Pfft!

The sound of the piercing of the flesh sounded. And before that, it seemed to hear a tsunami of arrow branches breaking through the air.

The hand with the knife was still shaking, the leg was a little soft, and the throat still sounded “ah”, but when I felt that I hadn't split, the melon stopped to yell and opened a seam.

The next moment, he was shocked to see the reddish-brown bug that jumped, near his head, penetrated by a spear.

The worm was still moving, but two spears flew in, forming a vertical bar, penetrating the worm that stood up because of the pain, and the powerful impact carried the worm backwards. Some very thin scales of the worm's surface splattered with the brown blood, splattered on the surrounding ground, and some also splattered on the gourd.

It looks like a wind has blown by, and the glare of the afterglow only glimpses a grey shadow. Then, the bigger bug that was caught up on the side was dragged away.

Yes, drag it away.

A wolf taller than the biggest warrior in the tribe, dodged the two soft “sickles” thrown out by the bug, bit the bug in one place, dragged it completely out of the soil with brute force, dragged the bug a distance away, and then stepped on the bug with claws and tore the whole bug directly. Like those all-powerful head wolves in the story.

The brown liquid that sprayed on the insect flowed all over the ground, smelling like rotten leaves. They were still hunting their bugs, one shot through, struggling to die, and the other, torn apart by violence, could not die again.

There's footsteps behind us, there's voices.

Guan painstakingly removed his gaze from the wolf and looked behind him. Neither Ani nor Doya ran. After he stopped, they also stopped two steps away.

Farther away, a group of people came from the short hills, heading this way. Gourd knew only one. Shao Xuan, who had carved wood for him,