Chronicles of Primordial Wars

It can be said that the night that the Flaming Horn tribe stayed was the quietest night for the people of the Toyota tribe. This night they would not hear the noises of all kinds of nocturnal beasts coming from afar, nor would they hear the patrol send each other emergency whistles, nor have they encountered any other anomalies, not even the kind of monsters they had been nervously guarding against.

The next day, the sun was shining.

The first family to wake up early was to count the livestock from their circles.

“How's that?”

“No less, no less!” A woman from the Toyota tribe was happy to say to her husband after she had counted the livestock.

The neighborhood was also exchanging information to see who had lost their livestock this time, but after a long morning of exchanging information, it was found that no one had lost their livestock. There is a man who yells at his own sheep throwing, or is it because he counts wrong, he counts it again twice to be sure it's all there.

This is the first time in this time that livestock has not been lost.

Listen to the information gathered by the subordinates, Iblis nodded, "Looks like the bugs are supposed to be stealing livestock. ”

“It could be something else. I was just scared off last night.” Someone whispered.

Last night's wolf howls, whether sleeping at home or patrolling the grasslands, were heard, and the patrol even saw the beasts run away after hearing the howls.

At one time, the people of the Toyota tribe envied the people of the Cape Flame tribe in their hearts. How nice, having a wolf town guard like this, no other cattle thieves dare approach.

The Flaming Horn people stayed in the Feng tribe for two days before leaving, mainly to take care of the tourists. After two days of treatment, the seriously injured finally escaped the danger. Shao Xuan also took the opportunity to take several warriors to cut some wood in the mountains and came back to make a simple carriage, because the materials here are limited, the tribal technicians are mostly absent, basically Shao Xuan did it alone. It was no bigger than when they returned to their place of origin, not even a roof, but simply a shelf that covered the sun with a traveler's woven grass seat.

Because the wood is not very good, not very strong, and it fits well. As for pulling the car, this time without Caesar, Shao Xuan picked two adult horses to pull the car. Get those injured with mobility into the carriage.

The tourists were in a good mood, rested for two days, their mental state was clearly much better, and this time with the Totem warriors of the Flaming Horn tribe, their hearts were relaxed, and their faces were filled with joy.

When the Anei family left, Guan also gave him a pony. Doya, who he knew around him, of the same age, usually did not play together, but also sent them.

“Wait = When we see each other again, are we all totem fighters?” Gourd looked at the departed man and said.

“Hey, Nai, where did he say their tribe was? If we go out in the future, visit him.” A child said. That being said, Caesar's eyes were still on him.

When it comes to this, the melons get tangled up, "my dad said," They're in the Wesen Mountain Forest. ”

Other children: "…”

Even far away, they know what the Wesen Mountain Forest is.

Farewell to the Patrol of the Feng tribe, the Horn of Fire people left with the tourists and did not continue to go deep into the prairie. Although they also had a strong curiosity to see what other tribes on the prairie looked like, the task was important, this time they mainly came to pick up tourists, not to wander around. Wait till you get a chance to come out again.

Leaving the Feng tribe, they were almost out of the meadow, and Shao Xuan had not seen the shadow.

Look at the sky. Shao Xuan is confused. Why hasn't he come back yet?

When they came to the Feng tribe two days ago, they ran out to play by themselves. They didn't follow the Feng tribe. Shao Xuan didn't care about it. He was only told not to go to other tribes to carry livestock and would be shot with bows and arrows.

Shao Xuan wasn't worried, but he hasn't seen him for two days. He used to chirp away and go play with himself. He would come back every day to report to us. Now he disappears directly. Everyone is going to leave. The guy hasn't shown up yet.

Did you have to go to the mountains and watch the tribes fight too hard to remember to come back?

Okay, so before we get out of this meadow, the chirp finally comes back.

Compared to when it came, the chirp looked rather wretched, had many wounds, and had lost a lot of hair on his body. It was good to be able to fly back, and his life was safe.

Shao Xuan took a closer look. Some of them were grabbed by claws, others were pecked, and several parts of the hair were pulled out. But the goods, though injured, seem very excited.

“Who did you fight here?” Langa asked.

“It should be, most likely, a bird the size of one, or perhaps the same race.” Shao Xuan took a feather from the claw with blood in it. This is a loot with blood in it. When he flew back, he was still holding it on his claw. As for the blood on his claw, it was obvious that it was not his own.

He grabbed several feathers on his claws and looked at the size and color of the feathers. They were almost exactly the same as the ones on his body. If he didn't know too much about the claws, Shao Xuan might even mistakenly think that they were all pulled out of his body.

“Look at this fun. You win?” Runga-tu.

“ ——" he whispered, flapping his wings with pride.

Unlike Caesar's closeness to the Horn Tribes, he has always been more alienated from others, not to mention many strangers on this team. After Shao Xuan drugged him, he flew back to the sky and followed the team. This time he didn't run.

As a trophy feather, Shao Xuan helped to put it away. When he went back, let Old Ke keep it. Whenever he brought the trophy back, Old Ke would always give it a part of the collection.

The tourists were very curious about the two ferocious beasts on the team, except that Caesar dared not approach them, and the chirping in the sky was too far away to look at. They didn't even think that there would be beasts in the Horn of Fire tribe. A tribe with beasts of beast would be strong, right?

After leaving the grasslands, the team did not go directly back, but went to another place, where the convenor of the leaders on the grasslands, such as Quinto, made an appointment, where the grasslands would meet.

The grasslands are large and there is not only one way out, which may be the shortest distance for them in Quinto, but not necessarily for people elsewhere on the grasslands, so we split up.

“There's a market there, and a lot of the travelers will go through it, but the place we talked about isn't there, it's on a hill, it's just a little closer to the market, and you'll be in a whistle.” Quinto told Mike about their arrangement.

In order to return to their places of origin, to their tribes, they have paid a great deal, travelers have always been a vulnerable group, wherever the weak are, and even when contacted, people have lost their lives.

With these two days together, Mac also has a preliminary understanding of Quinto. This is an intelligent and steady man. No wonder the old man and others are looking for him. The return of tourists in this part of the prairie to their places of origin is not always possible without him.

Though there are many untrustworthy people among the tourists, these are not far from home. Loyalty still occupies the vast majority. Otherwise, it will not be such a great risk, even if it is heard that the tribe has not retreated in the fierce mountain forest.

Quinto said the market, after leaving the grasslands, walked another day before meeting. Because the team is slowing down a lot with tourists and livestock. If it was just a Totem warrior, it would take less than half a day to get there, but it would be different with tourists.

The market is also enjoyed by many travelers passing through the grasslands, where some travelers from the grassland tribes will rest before entering or leaving the grasslands.

Quintu doesn't know exactly where the other tourists are, he never leaves the meadow, all he knows is that he exchanges food for people, and then negotiates with several other leaders to finalize it. And when he got here, he still had black eyes, and even if he looked at the map, it was difficult to locate it accurately, especially since they didn't have a map.

Quinto blew the wooden whistle at a rhythm, as originally agreed, but did not receive a response.

“Aren't they here yet?” Someone said.

“No, we're a few days late because we met tribal warfare, but the others, some closer than us, they won't also meet tribal warfare, will they? Even if they do, not every team does, and the grasslands don't fight every day.” Someone rebutted.

According to theory, even if not all the other teams arrived, one or two should arrive? However, no matter how Quinto whistles, they remain unresponsive, but some of the travelers passing around always look at such a strange team with curious eyes. If it weren't for the fierceness of the warriors of the Horn Tribe, and Caesar, who made the travellers feel unscrupulous, it would not have been many wars.

Without a response from the others, Quinto was in a hurry, and Mai frowned.

Shao Xuan looked at the sky and mumbled without any hint, indicating that there were no travelers around to see the activity.

“There are no tourist group activities around here. Find a place to put them and we'll keep looking.” Shao Xuan said to Mai.

With so many tourists and livestock, it's really hard to run around.

After searching the surrounding mountains and settling tourists and purchased livestock there, Shao Xuanbing and Mai and more than twenty fighters left with Quintou to continue their search. The other half of the warriors and Caesar stayed to protect the tourists.

They searched around with Quinto and scattered and still did not see the tourist community.

Quintou's whistle is not the same as Shao Xuan's whistle, and the sound is not the same. Mac is worried that if anyone else hears the whistle they blow, they will not respond to it as long as it is not like Quintou's whistle, but will have to go where and take Quinto where.

After searching all the mountains near the market, no one was found, Shao Xuan proposed to go to the market to inquire. After all, so many tourists traveled and hid their whereabouts. If someone saw them, they should be able to get some information.

Mike thought so, but there was no better way to do it anyway, as Shao Xuan suggested.