Chronicles of Primordial Wars

No one would have thought that a hawk would suddenly fly down in a circular mountain, or a hawk this big, if it stood on the ground, it would be two people tall.

That's pretty rare.

But grassland tribesmen are not strangers to such hawks, and the hikers who rest here have seen them.

And when they saw it, those who had cried out at the collapse of the mountain, they turned their attention to it, and then they all looked at a hole near the top of the mountain.

A few people stayed in front of the cave.

“So... is that the Mountain Eagle?!” I've been shocked at the two youths down there.

“So this is the one that caused the wound on the knife?” Another said.

The mountain knife, the name of the eagle they brought out this time, was also raised by Gula from a young age, and at this moment, the wounded mountain knife is being fed in the cave.

“This... how can there be a mountain hawk in the Flaming Horn tribe? Didn't you say the mountain eagle wasn't close?!” A slightly older returning tribalist said.

They have always thought that only their tribes are the closest favorites of mountain giant eagles. In addition to their tribes, the tribes that are able to domesticate mountain giant eagles can count with one hand, and the feather tribes are barely one. Apart from that, even the tribes that are able to raise mountain giant eagles will be quite difficult to raise. They may not be able to domesticate them if they grow up, and there are many cases of anti-pecking. How arrogant are they? How can they easily accept humans?

But here, this flaming horn tribe that suddenly jumped out of nowhere, there is one, and this one is stronger than they brought out!

Looks about the same size, but if the wound on the mountain knife is really caused by this one, the killing power of this mountain giant eagle is amazing!

It was as exciting as anyone else's, but I didn't want to see it like this.

“Gula, what do we do?” Everyone next to me looked at Gula, and this time out, Gula was the leader of the team, and everything had to be decided by Gula.

Gula thought about what she was going to say and heard a loud eagle coming down there.

“ ——”

After he raised Shao Xuan, Shao Xuan jumped to where Mai and they stood, and it flew over the mountain tribe hole, big claws embedded in the stone wall, and then one claw and one claw dug out the stones on the mountain wall, some of the stones that had been loose but not dropped, were dug away from the mountain body, thrown down, and the mountain tribe did not dare to reach out from the hole, their heads had to be smashed as soon as they reached.

After grabbing him for a while, he was going to leave. The place was too small, too restrictive, and there were bows and arrows in his hand, which he didn't like very much. The wings were about to fly high, and a hawk was heard from above.

Whoo--

In a cave near the top of the mountain, a mountain hawk with a lot of hairs and injuries rushed out.

As soon as I saw the eagle rushing out, I was furious. Instead of rushing away, fly up and rush over with a claw.

“Mountain Knife, come back!!” Gula was anxious to rush himself out, and if he could fly, he would have flown by. Look at the status of the other eagle, and look at your own one. Everyone with eyes knows who loses and who wins.

Shao Xuan also hurried to blow the whistle, indicating impulse.

Travelers resting in the mountains saw two eagles emerge, and there was growing suspicion in their hearts, as well as a reassessment of the power of the Flaming Horn tribe.

This tribe is really a lot more complicated than they thought. When this is over, we need to ask.

Shao Xuan couldn't get over the mountain tribe either. He showed Mac and climbed up.

Coming to the upper gula where they rest, Shao Xuan saw the wounded mountain giant eagle standing beside one person. There was no obvious hostility in the eyes of the other party, but he explored a lot, and then looked at the other people. Shao Xuan had a spectrum in his heart and made a gesture.

Because of the sudden intervention of the ancient garbage people, they flew up into the sky to avoid threats. When they saw Shao Xuan's gesture, it flew down again. This highly-level hallway is not wide, but it is okay to stand on it.

Standing behind Shao Xuan, he seemed like he was leaning against the mountain. Once again, he got bold and yelled at the person opposite him and the eagle. It's like laughing at each other and finding help if they can't win.

Gula looked at the eagle up close and looked like the eagles that lived in his tribe, but he always felt a little different, even if he called another eagle the same size from the tribe, he would still fail.

“Back to the tribe, Gula.” Gula said.

Shao Xuan's eyebrows jumped and a smile appeared in his eyes, "Flaming Horn Tribe, Shao Xuan. ”

Gula was also somewhat surprised by the smile in Shao Xuan's eyes. Such a smile is not the kind with the knife hidden in it, nor is it glamorous, but more like a gesture of friendship.

However, the two young warriors felt that Shao Xuan must have heard that they were returning to the tribe, which is why they behaved like this. After all, who didn't know that the returning tribe was a prairie strong man? Those who are reluctant to offend are the ones who show this attitude.

Mountain tribesmen, at this moment, all want to go back to the tribe and the Flaming Horn tribe to fight, because their side of the battle is really heavy losses, the horse was just cut down, the leader of the team was also seriously injured, another senior totem warrior lost an arm, the situation is worse, it can't hold up for long, if you continue fighting, I'm afraid the whole army will fall.

But the atmosphere above is certainly not as tense as others might imagine.

Shao Xuan's impression of returning to the tribe was still good. The ancestors of the Flaming Horn tribe should have had a good relationship with the returning tribe, and the reason why the eagle was encountered.

“You know our tribe?” Gula asked.

“Heard.” Shao Xuan said.

The young man behind Gula whispered. Of course I've heard that returning to the tribe is the best of the grasslands. Look at the already wounded mountain knife, he comfortably touched its feathers: let Gula help you teach the Horn Tribe people later. As for why Gulah came out instead of him, cough, against Shang Xuan, he couldn't fight.

Just when returning to the tribe people thought Shao Xuan would say what they thought in their hearts, they listened to Shao Xuan Dao: “The first external tribal object I have come into contact with is to return to the tribe. ”

“Oh, what is it?” Gula was just asking. He was going to ask Shao Xuan about the giant eagle behind him.

“A stone medal so big, painted with your tribe's totem pattern. ”

With the sound of Shao Xuan's words dropping, Gula would have looked at Shao Xuan with a chirping gaze. He looked at Shao Xuan from top to bottom. He seemed to have never seen Shao Xuan before. He also came down seriously on his face. He stared closely at Shao Xuan and asked him, “Where did you get that stone card? ”

“A giant eagle gave it to me. ”

Hearing Shao Xuan's words, Gula hasn't said a word yet. The young man behind him can't bear to say, "Bullshit! How could a giant eagle give you a stone card! ”

“Shut up!” Gula scolded those behind him.

“I'm telling you the truth, that eagle's foot still has your tribe's totem on it.” Shao Xuan was not upset by the question. "The eagle was huge, with a layer of skin on his feet, and the painting was unclear...”

Listen to Shao Xuan's description, Gula several people thought of something, his body shocked, his breathing rhythm was messed up. Only one of the tribes, described like Shao Xuan, left in that time period, and that, in the tribe's place, was no less than that of the chief.

Why would the Horn Tribes meet that one?

Why is it so easy to give away stone medals?

“Isn't it going well? I hope to see it again in the future.” Shao Xuan said. He really wanted to see that giant eagle again.

“Yes, it's back, it's very good now.” The shock in Gula's heart has calmed down, and the seriousness on his face is no longer there. Instead, he shows a big smile, opens his arms and walks towards Shao Xuan and gives Shao Xuan a hug, which is how they express their joy.

“Good to see you!” Gula said. Regardless of the circumstances, there is no need for hostility to return to the tribe to those who are willing to send stone medals.

Keeping an eye on the upper-middlers, after seeing Gula's reaction, he almost lost his eyeballs.

What the hell's going on up there? How do people go back to the Tribes and the Horn Tribes, instead of fighting, like friends they haven't seen in a long time?

Unlike the stunned travellers, the mountain tribes are pale at this moment.