Chronicles of Primordial Wars

They came to the market and walked around with scattered distant people, some of whom were probably grassland tribes, closer to here, with things set up with fixed stalls, gathered with their tribes, more people were not afraid to be bullied by anyone.

The market on the side of the reckless tribe and the undereight tribes, at least the two tribes are in town. Others do not dare to make a scene. If there is a scene, the two tribes will not be given face, it will be recorded by the two tribes.

But this place is different, there are often large groups fighting, Shao Xuan they used to, a fight just ended, two distant teams fighting each other, death and injury. There was still a lot of blood on the battlefield, and some people cleaned their bodies, while others saw no surprise, stepping on a floor full of flesh and blood and still not changing color.

This is a place to speak with strength, using the most primitive competition rules. Without strength, no one would look at you more if they were slaughtered.

The good news is, compared to the markets of the reckless and under-8 tribes, this way, because they haven't really entered the middle yet, there are fewer travelers in the middle, combined with the proximity to the grasslands, most of them are fighters of the grasslands tribe, and some of the nearby tribes come here to trade.

The people who set up stalls here, some pull cattle and sheep and wait for the livestock to be traded, and others, like the clans, change things from elsewhere and sell them here.

Much of what is on the market is dominated by livestock, food, tools and weapons, as well as herbs. Overall, the variety is far less than reckless, less than eight or two tribes, but it is also quite lively, after all, the only trading hub in the area.

Talented warriors spoke out loud, and some said that the deal could not directly move the knife to kill them, something like this can be seen at any time.

Shao Xuan asked for a brief inquiry and did not hear of tourist groups coming, which disappointed Mai a little. Looks like finding someone isn't that simple.

Quintu doesn't give up, even at the market, he blows a whistle just a walk away, hoping that there are people in the market who understand whistles. Otherwise, how can you find other tourists in such a big place? Or maybe the rest of us are not lucky enough to run into a soldier from the Flaming Horn tribe without them?

Thinking about things, Quinto walked behind Mai, distracted. They walked along the market for less than a lap, intending to leave, but heard whistles as they passed the nearest mountain to the market.

Same sound as Quinto's whistle.

“It's them!” Quinto's eyes lit up and looked around, and it was difficult to determine the orientation for a while.

Mac et al. had better ears and locked the position at the first moment.

“Over there! Go, go, go!” Finally, Mac is happy with the clue, but also worried, because the mountain is a place for the travelers to rest, not only crowded and powerful, but also a totem warrior. It's really not a good place for tourists.

Shao Xuan has also encountered such a situation. In the market on the side of the reckless and under-8 tribes, he has lived in similar caves with the tribal expedition team, and he has also seen the way of fighting the caves with his own eyes. There is no succession, it is only by force that he has seized them, and that is why he wonders, why Quintou said the tourists will go there.

The whistle sounded twice and stopped. Quinto blew again, but he didn't respond.

“Why don't they blow it?” Langa is confused.

“Something may have really happened.” Shao Xuan said.

The mountain that serves as a resting place, as if it had been dug over, also opened several inlets and outlets around the bottom of the mountain, the most important of which is directly dividing the mountain that has been dug into rings, so if you look up and down, this mountain for the travelers to rest in, is like an arc of almost 300 degrees.

Many of the movements in the mountains were dug up by hand, with holes everywhere.

As Shao Xuan rushed to the side of the mountain, ten tourists stood there on the Arc Mountain, where the travellers could rest. Several of them suffered injuries and were unable to wipe off their blood. And in front of them, a distant team surrounded them.

Everyone else around them looked at it like they were watching a play, and nobody would get involved in that situation, which added fun to them, one by one, in the hole where their team was sitting, watching what happened over there.

Among the ten, the leading tourist was called Lazy. He held a wooden whistle tight in his hand. It was not him who had just blown the whistle, but a young man beside him. Only before the other party had blown twice, Lazy snatched the wooden whistle. He naturally knew he had company nearby, but he couldn't let the other person come, everyone was a tourist, and here, like a big mouth full of pointy teeth, those totem warriors were a big mouth with pointy teeth that could crucify people, and if the tourists came in, they had to peel off their skin. Ten of them will be fine. If anyone else comes back, they will die.

In front of them they were relaxed, and the people of the distant party looked at them like prey in a cage.

“Why don't you keep blowing? Is your companion here? Keep blowing, get them over here. Let me see what your people look like.” A man from the distant team across the street said.

“That is, keep blowing, as much as we can get. ”

“Is there a woman?” The people on the side are attached.

Listen to the people around you, relaxing a few looks worse, but now they can't get away with it.

It's easy to look at people not far from the other hole, there's a lot of people he knows, but none of them stand up to help them.

When everyone looked relaxed over there, in a cave that leaned closer, a totem warrior entered the cave with a pottery full of water, walking inside and saying to his other companions in the cave: "Now the travelers are so bold that only ten dare to come here.” He had just gone to fetch water, and when he went up the mountain he saw a scene over there.

“Traveler? How did travelers get to places like this? Even a hundred of them are versatile.” Someone in the hole asked.

“Who knows.” The person holding the pottery can doesn't care about the tunnel, "you want to know you can go out and see it, it's not open yet. ”

“What's there to see, if two teams of travelers are at war, am I still a little interested, Traveller? Tsk.” The man leaves his mouth open and leans against the wall of the hole to look at the man who came out of the deep end of the hole, "Gulah, you said. What happened to the knife? Did you really hit the other hawks? ”

Those who came out of the cave did not answer, but sighed.

In the cave, a wounded eagle stayed there to rest. He had a lot of scratching wounds, a lot of baldness on his body, feathers had been forcibly pulled, many were still bleeding, and he was better off after medication. In contrast, this hawk, called the Mountain Knife, is much bigger than the hawk.

Gula took out a kettle and filled it with a few sips, recalling what happened when she saw the mountain knife come back this morning. I didn't think that a mountain knife would meet strong enemies in the air. With the shape and strength of a mountain knife, it would be nice not to plunder other flying birds. The chances of encountering powerful enemies are too small. They don't worry much, but they don't want to. When they see it coming back, they all look stupid.

At that time, there was blood on the feathers of the mountain knife. The feathers on the body were somewhat upside down and the flight was unstable. When I flew back, I fell on the ground, and I didn't want to scream. After taking some medication, he calmed down and is now asleep, otherwise he will probably struggle to keep flying out to fight.

What the hell is going on? Can it hurt like this? Gula doesn't know.

Those who rest in the cave, two teenagers are bored, or go outside the cave and see how things are going over there.

“It turns out that mountain tribes can bully some of the weak.” One of them scorned after seeing the distant team over there.

Easy over there, he was thinking about how to deal with the situation, heard the whistle coming from outside the mountains again, seemed afraid that he could not hear, the whistler blew hard, and the voice was getting closer.

What are you doing here? Die?!

People on the hill tribe's side laughed with interest, looking at the slack of gray defeat, and the leader said: "Looks like your companions are here. Still, either you bring your own people, or you and your people stay here! ”

On the lazy face, due to excessive anger and anxiety, the muscles were swinging, turning their heads towards the opening of the mountain. Don't come in, don't come in!

Not only is it relaxing, but others are curious to look down at the opening of the mountain, and the whistle is coming from over there. A lot of people think, "Tourists now have the guts, knowing that this is the land of Totem warriors, they can easily get killed if they come in and run here." Are you nuts?

Above, two young warriors lay in the hallway in front of the hole, stretching their necks down. What does this chicken look like?

Soon you'll see a very ordinary black man running in with a wooden whistle in his mouth. Look next to him again... Huh?

Now the people in the mountains are confused. The more than 20 people who came in with the whistleblowers don't look like tourists!

As soon as his eyes swept around him, he stopped in a relaxed place, not waiting for Quinto to find his way up the mountain. He quickly took a few steps, grabbed Quinto's vest and bounced off his legs, sending his body high.

For the Flaming Horn tribes, climbing is common, skilled, steep mountains they climb, and every hunt they climb, so for them, it's easy to climb up the mountain where this traveler rests and get to his destination without a walkway.

Like a monkey climbing a tree, more than twenty people blink up a mountain and stand where the lazy and hilly tribes are.

“A Totem warrior, indeed! ”

“Apart from the Totem warriors, travelers can't climb the mountain so easily, it's as simple as climbing a tree. ”

“But why are the Totem warriors mixed up with the tourists? Was it the rescue that the tourist moved here? ”

People in the mountains are talking.