Chronicles of Primordial Wars

The snow on the ground has begun to melt rapidly and is no longer surrounded by silver.

There is a joyful atmosphere everywhere in the Flaming Horn Tribe. Some are happy to survive the seeds they sow, others are happy to find a companion, and many more, because of the upcoming ritual of sacrifice.

Strength, belonging, that's what travelers have been waiting for.

For tourists, Totem warriors were once a distant thing, but now, luxury is no longer a luxury.

The old warriors of the Flaming Horn tribe, who went early in the morning to paint totem lines on the faces of those who were about to become truly members of the tribe, was a necessary step in sacrificing. Even those who are not awake, and those who are outside the tribe who are taken as relatives, have to paint on them.

Only those who have experienced sacrifice are truly Flaming Horn tribesmen, and those who are not Flaming Horn bloodlines, even if they cannot awaken the power of totem, will gain some strength from the spark, even if they cannot compare to true Totem warriors, but they will always be stronger than they once were. There's always better than no.

For the first time, the travelers were excited and impatient. They didn't dare to touch the painting with their hands. They were afraid that it would break down, as if the painting on the face was not a painting, but a life.

Prepare a winter coat of animal leather that you can't afford to wear during the coldest times, carefully worn on your body, afraid of breaking anywhere, this is their sacrificial vest, also a very important ritual.

Shao Xuan was called over early in the morning, along with other sacrificial dancers this year, to be told one thing after another by the witch and the chief to make sure that nothing went wrong this time.

When the witch came out, she glanced at Shao Xuan for several times. Every time she glanced at him, although she did not express it on her face, she sighed with regret.

No change. The beads on the bone trim, still unchanged, are still as bleak as they were when they were taken out.

Shao Xuan knew what he was thinking at first glance, but he couldn't help himself. What could he do if the beads didn't light up? Maybe it's the first witch, his elderly people don't see themselves, it's just not lit up. After all, there are documented animal skins about elders, can be elders, the vast majority of them are older, even if they are not like the chief, they have to have towers and their age, by comparison, they are too young.

Many people have seen that bone ornament, especially the same hunting team as Shao Xuan. When they brought their ancestors back to the tribe, they remembered the ornaments and weapons on their ancestors. So, after seeing the bone accessory on Shao Xuan's body, many people were surprised. They didn't know the true meaning of the bone accessory, even if it was clear, it didn't matter. For the followers of the flaming horns, what the witch and chief decided to do was right, and Shao Xuan did do a lot for the tribe.

Twilight descending temporarily.

All Horn tribesmen, old people, tourists, non-Horn blood relatives, tourists, are taken to places of sacrifice. People who may have woken up this time are also brought around the pond, because of the large number of people, people surrounded by the pond for several laps, the closest to the pond, the youngest, and then, in order of age, the younger they are, the closer they are. Of course, those who have made a significant contribution to the tribe during the return time, such as technical talents in cultivation, breeding, pottery, etc., have also been given the opportunity to go further.

Many people know that the closer they get to the fire pond, the more power they may gain, but no one has a problem with such an arrangement and their opinions have to be withheld.

It was the last time the spark was lit, and today it is the first sacrifice in the true sense of the place.

In the fire pond, from the big flame of the slap, instantly rose, the three flames of the fire pond the first flat, the flat flat.

Totem, totem!

As the totem appeared, the totem marks appeared on each of the totem warriors, looking piously at the direction of the fire pond.

The flames in the pond, which are higher than usual, seem to devour everything around them, and the diagonal totems that appear in them are much larger than in previous years. Surrounded by a thick layer of fire.

By the fire pond, the witch lifted her arms and read to the fire pond a spell that no one else could understand but could hear. As the witch sang, the bone stone music with strong tribal characteristics interwoven, the high and low ups and downs of the veterinary drums, fast and slow, the leather wearing horns of the sacrificial dancers, also began to dance around the fire pond.

Second squirt, squirt. More intense sparks are scattered than ever before, and, unlike in previous years, some of the flames in the pond have spread out of the pond, extending from the air out of the pond and not grounded. Six lines stretch out from the pond to a distance.

Shao Xuanzheng was concentrating on jumping, but suddenly he felt something different. The totem in his head poured very hard, and the “shell” wrapped in the totem lit up.

This is different than usual.

In order to find out, Shao Xuan glanced at the bone trim he was wearing when he jumped in a "seabed moon" position. This look almost surprised him to forget what to jump next.

Bone trim, bright. The bead that the first witch died and turned into, it lit up.

Initially, the beads seemed to reflect the fire of the pond, but gradually the dim surface began to shine brightly, and the beads themselves emitted a flaming light.

Shao Xuan paid attention to the beads and had to make sure that the sacrificial dance didn't go wrong, so he didn't distract from the rest. But looking at the people in the fire pond, one by one was stunned. Especially those who saw Shao Xuan wake up that time, if they could speak at this moment, they would surely shout to Shao Xuan: “You are again. ”

The dancers of the sacrifice surrounded the fire pond, which was normal, but one of the dancers suddenly caught fire all over his body, which was remarkable, but seeing him dance so cheerfully, the witch and the chief said nothing, and the others pretended not to see it.

The witch discovered something different on Shao Xuan's side. Unlike the flame on Shao Xuan's body the first time he saw it, he noticed that Shao Xuan was wearing a bone accessory.

The witch shook her hand and could not wait to go over and see if the beads were really bright, not the reflecting fire of the pond, but now she was still sacrificing and could not be abandoned halfway.

It took a lot of effort to control it. The witch continued to recite the spell, only the folds on her face were trembling because she was too excited.

Is it bright? It's really bright!

Even if we don't find the other half, our ancestors still haven't abandoned us!

That's what the witches think.

I wanted to calmly continue to preside over the sacrifice, but with the end of the second one, the third one began to unfold, spreading from the fire pond in the flaming sea, a figure gradually emerged on the edge of the fire pond, and the location that emerged was exactly where Shao Xuan stood.

Huge figures gradually became clear, such as giants standing in the flames, looking down at the horns of flames on their knees on the ground.

No one could see his face. He was just a man wrapped in flames, a man just like Shao Xuan had dreamed of that night.

Because this flaming giant suddenly appeared, the witch was also temporarily stuck, and the sacrificial dancers dancing around the fire pond couldn't help but stop. They knew rationally that they should continue to jump, but when they saw this flaming giant, they had to stop, stare over there, and have a kneeling urge.

Shao Xuan also looked up at the flame giant who appeared in front of him.

Not just those by the fire pond, but even those who can't awaken far away, can clearly see the giant standing by the fire pond.

What is it? Or who is it?

The witch came up with a possible answer, but he wasn't sure, after all, that nothing was recorded in the records of the ancestors. The only certainty is that such cases do not pose a threat to the Flaming Horn Tribes and, on the contrary, have a better effect on their protection.

Fire pond's third magnification stretches fast to the painted intersection line.

In that year, the third fire pond could be extended to reach the boundary between the painted tribe and the fierce beast mountain forest.

But you don't care if the flames reach the limit, you don't know how far the flames are from the limit, and all their attention is now on the flame giant by the pond.

The giant, with his arms up like a witch, acted very similarly, just without a voice.

When the third wave gradually retracted, the surrounding light faded, and the standing flame giant disappeared a little bit, and finally returned to the fire pond with the retracted flame.

Everything, back to normal again.