Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Shao Xuan took the bone accessories and recalled the situation. He remembered that what worked was this ball in the middle of the bone trim, and he said, "Do you know what this ball is? Where did the ancestors get the baby? ”

In the cave of the king worm, the surrounding area was pitch black, without any light, but under the special ability field of view, Shao Xuan saw the light emitted from the bead, covering the surrounding people and objects, but when he took it to a place full of light, he could see everything, but in ordinary view, he found the bead as dark as anything.

It's a very special thing.

“Baby? Indeed, it is extremely precious.” With infinite reverence in his eyes, he stared at the sphere in the ornament and said: "A long time ago, when the tribe was founded, the first witch, after his death, put him in a fire pond, but found that the first witch did not disappear directly like the others, but left six beads behind. ”

“This is it?” Shao Xuan was surprised.

The witches nodded, "Later, six beads were given to those in the tribe who made great contributions, also known as‘ elders', who, in addition to witches and chiefs, were the six most senior members of the tribe, supporting witches and chiefs. Six beads, the second light in the tribe, can illuminate the night for the people even far away from the fire pond... unfortunately, after the tribe's spark ruins, the six beads dimmed. ”

Shao Xuanton felt the bone on his hand was heavy. What if I lost it? The witch will fight with him. If it's a common treasure, forget it, it's what the first witch left behind, and there's no way to find the seventh one in the world.

Thinking of Shao Xuan, six beads?

Looking at the witch in confusion, Shao Xuan asked: "You have all the six beads left over from the first witch's old man?” He just saw three bone ornaments in the box that the witch took out.

The witch shook her head and said in a tone of indefensible regret and sorrow: “The other three, with the other half of the spark, disappeared. So far I haven't felt where the other half of the spark is. ”

Not even a witch could feel it. I don't know where it is. Sparks, they are still missing, and God knows when to find them.

Said something about the sacrifice ceremony after the end of next winter, the witch let Shao Xuan leave. This time, Shao Xuan is still one of the dancers of the sacrificial dance, if not surprisingly.

When Shao Xuan left, the witch sat there and looked at the other two bones in the stone box with a dim circle. She pondered for a long time and eventually turned into a sigh. Think about how to cross the river, how to get back to where you came from, and what to do when you get to where you came from. But when I came back, as I became more aware of the situation around me, the witches felt very stressed.

Is the Flaming Horn tribe strong? Yeah, but just once. Compared to the big tribes in the middle, there is still a gap, and even if it really matches the next Banshi tribe, it may be a rather tragic result, which he doesn't want to see. However, during the post-winter sacrifice ceremony, the visitors should awaken.

Stronger, stronger is the only way to stand firm.

On Shao Xuan's side, after he left from the witch, he went straight back. At this time, the sky had darkened. There were many fewer people walking outside. Good thing there were no night swallows here. Those annoying night insects, too, came out less because of the spark.

After the spark was connected to the flames, it had a lot of influence on other creatures, and now he doesn't like to stay near the fire pond very much, he just comes by every day, brings some prey to old grass, and then leaves in a hurry.

After dinner, Shao Xuan had intended to go over there and check on the carnivores he had, but because of the bone decorations given by the witch, he did not go out and sat in his room studying the bone decorations.

The bead played a central role in the bone decoration. Shao Xuan touched the dark beaded surface, and his hands were not as cold and warm as the rest of the winter. Such a thing was left after the cremation of a witch. If I hadn't heard the witch say it, Shao Xuan wouldn't really think about it.

Knowing the special nature of this thing, Shao Xuan didn't find anything when he fell asleep. However, after falling asleep, Shao Xuan had a dream.

In the dream, a human form composed of flames, slowly became clear, at first only in a relatively distant place, but gradually, the man with the whole body of fire, walked straight towards this side, the figure was getting closer, unable to see the face of the five officials, unable to see the age gender, just a person wrapped in flames.

The fireman opened his arms, like when the witch called the spark by the fire pond, he appeared to be still thinking about something, but Shao Xuan could not hear clearly.

Wizard?

Shao Xuan was like a bystander, watching the burner move.

When Shao Xuan was immersed in such a strange dream, the bone accessory he wore flashed on a dark night and then faded again. As usual.

The next day when Shao Xuan woke up, what he saw in the dream was still clear. He looked at the bone accessories on his neck. Shao Xuan thought, is it not the ancestors who dreamed? Or did he think too much of himself?

Shake his head, see the beads on the bone decoration are still as bleak as yesterday. Shao Xuan no longer thinks about it. Today he is not going out hunting, but he needs to be on patrol.

Wanshi tribes sneak around the border occasionally before the winter, and after the winter, there is less, but the necessary vigilance still needs to be, not to mention, there are a lot of travelers in the tribe who have yet to test their loyalty.

To this day, the vast majority of tourists are determined people, know what kind of life they want, even if none of them can see eye craft, so long as they can learn, pay, eat, and not starve to death.

“Xuan, how many people can you awaken this sacrifice?” Langa asked.

“I don't know, a thousand or two should have it.” Shao Xuan replied.

“Just a thousand or two?” It's not just Langa, but other people who patrol with them are also confused.

The original tribal class, Malian, whether or not they can hunt, depends on the Totem warriors alone, that must be more than 1,500 people. The rest, with the exception of some women, are children who are not yet of age, and a large part of the latter will wake up as Totem warriors in the future. And when they came to the place of origin, they followed them, and the travelers they found, there were also 6,700, and they were surprised for a long time. If most of the 6,700 were awake, how would that help?

But that is not the case.

Many of the Traveller families named as their own were not Flaming Horn people, such as Flaming his wife, Old Horn's wife, and some were Flaming Horn women, but their husbands were external Travellers, so many of which were registered as Flaming Horn tribesmen. So, technically, judging by the blood, three to fifty percent of these six or seven thousand people have to be subtracted, and then you look at the awake, and it turns out that there are only one to two thousand people.

Listen to Shao Xuan's analysis, the patrol people are a little slutty.

“However, women make up almost half of the returning tourists.” Shao Xuan said. Most of the travellers who leave halfway are men, and women leave less, and perhaps they know that even if there is a crisis in the tribe, it is already the best option for them.

Speaking of this, Langa et al., who were supposed to cheer up suddenly. That is indeed a good thing.

In the past, there were few women on the other side of the river, and the deviant witches were in strict control, so each generation had a lot of bareback, coupled with a low birth rate and a difficult environment, so over the years, there were still so many people.

Now come back among these tourists, not only are there many women, but the birth rate of the children is a lot higher, like flashing their home is, having two children, now I hear that living conditions are good, body is much better, his wife has it again, look at Langa and other people that envy.

As long as there is time, it is believed that tribes will soon develop.

Shao Xuan thought, his footsteps suddenly suddenly paused and turned to look in one direction. That's where the tribal tourists live.

“What's the matter?” Langa and a few others saw the letter and asked.

Shao Xuan said with caution and confusion: "I always felt that someone was looking at me. ”

“What's the matter, everyone knows you, maybe someone's little girl is interested in you...” Langa said.

Shao Xuan's face is serious, and no one else is joking. People like them who have been through countless life and death hunting, their instincts are quite accurate. If something really feels wrong, something must be wrong! Not everyone who comes back is trustworthy.

“Take a look over there?” Langa asked.

“No.” Shao Xuan stopped, “Just keep an eye on that side more recently.” If the intuition is correct, there are others hidden inside this return tourist.

Shao Xuan just looked in the direction that the tribe came back to where the tourists lived, in a wooden house with no eyes.

“How about that? I told you to be careful, you don't believe me.” In the house, a grown-up man, looking thick, sat on a wooden stool with his legs hanging, said. At this time, however, he had nothing but glory and happiness.

Next to the window of the wooden house, a slim woman with a beautiful figure hid against the wall. She was just planning to test the kid, but she didn't want to. The other party had already seen it. Luckily, she hid quickly and was not seen.

A woman is about to tell what to tell, and she hears a footstep outside, not a totem warrior, which reassures both of them.

“Find me, I have to go out to work, be careful yourself, don't go out for two days or we'll be spotted.” When a man says this, the tone on his face quickly dissipates, becomes thick, and carries a little mane.

The next day, every patrol will pay special attention to the tourists in the lower tribe, but the day passes and nothing unusual happens.

Soon, winter will pass, and in the last millennium, one of the most significant sacrificial ceremonies will begin.