Chronicles of Primordial Wars

The witches and Shao Xuan both asked and answered questions, and there they were raised, leaving the three people across the street hanging.

O. found it funny, he didn't intervene himself, and Shao Xuan talked to the two witches, and then watched the other three change their faces there with great interest. Still looking? Who do you think you are?

“What do we do with the revenge of the Banshi tribe and with other tribes? Why don't these three let us go to war?” Shao Xuan asked.

Witch sighs: "Say we're in trouble. ”

“How much trouble?” Shao Xuan asked.

The witch sighed again: "Big. ”

“Oh. What if we fought?” Shao Xuando.

This time, without waiting for the witch to speak, Spring Leaf finally couldn't bear it.

“It is for your own good that you are advised not to wage war against the Masons! If the Horn of Fire is truly about to fight the Horns, it is you who will lose! We're just a friendly reminder! You really think our reckless forest is willing to take care of all this?” The leaves put up with it and put up with it, so they didn't yell directly. The flaming horns are stubborn, as everyone says! Ignorance!

“Is it because of the slaver?” Shao Xuan suddenly said.

“…” The anger that just erupted from the spring leaves seemed to have been fanned straight back by a big fan. Those who thought Flaming Horn only knew how to solve the problem with brute force, but did not expect to hear Shao Xuan.

Mighty hills and feather tribe stops are also surprised to lengthen the chin.

Not just these three, but even the witches and chiefs and the two big leaders jumped. They really don't know that. Though very upset about other tribes interfering in their own wars, Shao Xuan suddenly said something like this, knowing for sure why.

“Standing behind the masons?” Shao Xuan asked.

The house was silent.

Even the leaves that were almost cursed just now were cold and silent.

“I get it.” Shao Xuan nodded, "let's talk about the second thing. What about this special expedition? ”

Shao Xuan's sudden turnaround was somewhat overwhelming. The three spring leaves all looked at Shao Xuan. What do you mean, "I know”?

Got it. Then what? Are you agreeing not to start a war, or what? Give it to me! Is that a different topic?

Spring leaves don't want to talk anymore. He actually has a lot to say, and he wants to teach this unknowingly thick boy more lessons than he can say. Panicked.

Or the hilly valley with a smiling face took over and said: “Everyone organized such a distant team, one that allowed you young people to interact with each other, after all, this is not the chaotic and feudal era of the time, more understanding, more advantages. Second, Shao Xuan, the slave owner you mentioned, the majority of the people in the tribe know very little about the slave owner, and the formation of such a distant team is also intended to give you a better understanding of the threat that the slave owner poses to us. ”

Shao Xuan believed only 30% of what Qiugu said. But he also identified one, the central tribe, which was indeed united in preparation for the slave owners.

Among the slave owners, Shao Xuan has only seen the deviant, he has never seen anyone else, but there must be a reason to make the big tribes in the middle so frivolous.

“I'm in.” Shao Xuan said.

Qiugu looked at Shao Xuan, his elongated eyes flashed, "This is not urgent, such a distant team, not everyone can join, strength must be recognized by others in the team. ”

The Flaming Horn tribe was strong, and they had no objection after understanding it, but after all, it was not that year. Do the Flaming Horn people still have the fighting power? They're skeptical about that. Looking at the flaming horn's current state of life, they were rather suspicious, and the flaming horn retreated. How can they trust Flaming Horn's abilities when other tribes are moving up? The decision to come to the Flaming Horn Tribes this time was only curious about the records left by the ancestors, but rather disappointing.

“One more thing I would like to remind you that this expedition has a large number of deaths and injuries each time, with less than half of the deaths occurring!” Hill Valley said.

Mentioning this, whether it's the hills or the leaves or the stops, is heavy for their tribes.

Half of the deaths, not half of the casualties, and this expedition, which is essentially made up of large central tribes, has such a high mortality rate that the difficulties encountered in the expedition can be seen.

Witches and Oodles have changed. They would rather not participate in such a expedition than wish something to happen to Shao Xuan.

When a witch is about to say something, she hears a "grunt -” which is very clear in a quiet room, not to mention the hearing of those sitting there.

“Cough, I'm sure everyone is hungry, why don't we stop today and continue tomorrow?” Shao Xuan said.

The three people looked at Hill Valley and nodded: “Fine. ”

“In that case, we shall resume tomorrow.” Ogata.

They need to talk about it. Besides, the sky is really late.

Ojen Tower took the leaves and others to the resting place, but he went with the witch and Shao Xuan to the stone house of the witch.

Shao Xuan asked Ou for a piece of meatloaf. He temporarily solved it. After waiting for the stone house of the witch, he did not answer the question of Ou and the witch. He will find the ancestors and “history” in the mountain forest.

Now, the wizards and the Oz can't care less about the 10,000 stone tribes, or the expeditions, or the slave owners, for them, than the ancestors and the “history” of the Horn of Flames.

That evening, O. called two big leaders and ten hunting team leaders together to discuss. Fifty people were chosen from the list of hunting fighters, and each leader was given a message. One day it was time to prepare. The day after tomorrow, Shao Xuan followed Shao Xuan into the mountain forest to bring back the remains of his ancestors and precious “history”.

The next day, the three Spring Leaves met again with the witches, chiefs and young elders of Flaming Horn to continue what had not been said yesterday, but soon the three of them discovered that the leader of Flaming Horn did not know where to look, always distracted, while the witch seemed to have been traveling, only Shao Xuan alone told them about the expedition team and the slave owner.

By noon, the matter had been negotiated. Shao Xuan chose to join the team on the flaming corner. Others reconsidered, anyway, it was not time for the distant team to leave. That's what witches and chiefs mean, they decide, and nature does.

Shao Xuan is confident that he can only join the expedition team if he finds someone who has been identified as part of the expedition team. Because tomorrow we have to leave for the mountain forest. This has to be solved today. Who?

Shao Xuan looked back and forth at the dwellings arranged by the tribe for those outside the tribe.

And when Shao Xuan picked the target, the three Spring Leaves were also discussing it.

“Today the flaming horns have strange people.” Spring leaves say.

“Is there anything we don't know that they still want to do to Mashiki right now?” The feather tribe stopped.

“No, I don't think so.” Chu Tan thought a little more. What did you find with the birds?

Speaking of birds, although the big man in the flaming horn also had a ferocity level white falcon, one of them didn't necessarily stop the whole thing, and they had not just two on the bright side, but two more lurking well.

Stop pulling out a bone flute with a long palm and blow it out.

However, after half a day of blowing, those two bright faces appeared to have fought with the white falcon of the flaming horn, and the feathers were messed up. And they're very concerned about the two birds that are watching the horns move in the dark, and they're still out there.

Spring leaves suddenly said: "Do you remember that there is actually a mountain eagle in the corner? The eagle is said to have returned to one of the tribal eagles and defeated them easily. ”

Stop: “…” feels bad.

Meanwhile, not far from the flaming horn tribal boundary, on the peak of another mountain, one claw clamped against the struggling bird on the ground and the other claw stepped on it.

You still scream, you tell me to step on it again!

When the bird holding down his foot could not even scream out, ignoring it not far away, the other was stunned, his feathers were pulled out a lot of birds, lying there motionless, dying.