Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Just for one breath, you were standing on the ground like everyone else, beneath your waist, all trapped in the ground.

At first, he stood out in front of Hongxi, and the few people who wanted to fight Shao Xuan, listening to the noise, felt that they seemed to hit themselves all the time, listening to the scalp numbness.

This... this guy uses his fist as a hammer! Doesn't it hurt? Won't your hand break? Why don't you use a knife? Isn't Shao Xuan carrying a knife?

Why don't you use a knife?

The Spring Leaves knew in their hearts that if Shao Xuanzhen had used a knife, Hung Xi would have died long ago.

When Shao Xuan stopped, Hongxi held the position of lifting the knife and froze there.

Shao Xuan looked at the three spring leaves and asked: "Are you ready? ”

Spring leaves made an unknown “um” sound.

“So I'm eligible?” Shao Xuan continued to ask.

“Yes.” The leaf canal.

“Oh, bye then. ”

Shao Xuan lifted his foot and left.

I stopped to feel the gaze of the spring leaves and the hill valley, and I felt the old face blush. Until then, he let Hung Xi “pay attention”.

Feather tribesmen hurried over to pull Hung Xi out, stopping on the wide and thick stone knife, and retaining the temperature caused by the blow. Some hot hands.

After examining the wounds on Hung Xi's body, it was not too serious, it was just a little miserable, and the slightest movement felt the muscles tear and ache.

“Hung Xi, you should have held the blade upwards, it would have stopped you! Maybe when the kid punched his fist, he was cut off by a knife.” Someone can't help it.

“Yeah, yeah, and then you should...”

“Shut up!” Hongxi's forehead blushed straight and yelled, "Don't you think I'm stupid enough to use a knife?! Or do you think Shao Xuan is stupid enough to avoid the blade? What a chance, I can still get hit like this?! Just in time, the boy hasn't gone far. You take the knife and keep fighting! ”

The others don't talk anymore.

Although Hung Xi's own weapon is not a knife and no one else is skilled in its use, it does not mean that he does not even know how to use it. It looked pretty simple, but when I really faced it, the pressure was very different. At the time, Hongxi had a real illusion that she seemed to be facing a fierce beast pounding out of the mountain forest.

When blocking the attack, he felt his hand was breaking and even turning the knife handle was difficult. Momentum suppression, power suppression, enough speed, Hung Xi knew that he was not wronged, least of all, he should have been so careless at first that he had been in a passive state and lost so much.

“I should have used my own weapon.” Hung Xi painstakingly walked to the end of the day with the knife, handed it back, angry: “When I'm ready, we'll fight again next time! Next time use my own weapon!” Silently, he added: “I can't afford to lose, I just feel like I haven't shown my strength yet! ”

“Phew--”

The trick couldn't help laughing out.

“What are you laughing at?” Hongxi looked at the past with anger.

“You've lost your fur.” The ploy pointed to the finger and said.

Hongxi rose red, the airway: “Wait for the curse, wait for me to hurt you to fight! ”

Ignoring the quarrel between the young men over there, Spring Leaf sighed at the stops beside him and Hill Valley: “I believe he killed the mountain tribe's horse now. ”

Prior to that, all three of them had heard rumours that the mountain tribe of Huma had been killed by a young man with an eagle in Cape Flame, but they did not believe it. Because the rumors are ninety-nine percent exaggerated and ridiculous, let alone flaming horn tribes in heat, they are not serious about the news they heard at that time.

But now, it's very likely that Shao Xuan really is.

“Hey!” stopped slapping his forehead, "forgot to check on the kid and see if he knew the two birds that had disappeared. ”

Without saying hello to the Flaming Horn tribe and secretly carrying two birds as spies, anyone would suspect the motive, in which case, once a strange and suspicious bird is discovered, there is a great possibility of direct shooting.

“How do you ask for an exit?” Gu Zhuo was worried about the two birds. He had been domesticated for a long time and had rarely been caught before. This time, he really didn't expect it. The Flaming Horn tribe, it seems, has many secrets to hide.

The next day, O., the leader of the Flaming Horn tribe, sought out the three Spring Leaves. When the three of them passed, they saw the two dying birds on the stone table, and then they looked at the faces of the flaming horn tribal warriors, and the leaves only felt headaches.

“Why haven't you seen Shao Xuan?” Hill Valley turned to ask.

“He's got things to do.” O. doesn't intend to say more.

Spring leaves swept a lap, and apart from Shao Xuan, the two big heads of the flaming horn were not there. What the hell's going on? Forget it, whatever they do, as long as they don't go directly to the Masons.

Ignoring the confusion of the spring leaves, O. merely grabbed the birds and peeled them from the feather tribe.

On the other hand, in the early morning, Shao Xuan left the tribe with the tower and the homeless people to go to the fierce mountain forest.

Not far from the tribal boundaries, there is also a team of more than a dozen people waiting there, beside them are several vicious beasts that have not appeared in the tribe for the past few days.

The witch feels that these beasts are idle and idle. Since we are going to the depths of the mountain forest, take them with us. Don't stay in the tribe too long, the ferocity has been grinding away. Vicious beast, or vicious spot.

“Is everybody here?” Shao Xuan looked around and asked.

“All together.” He said.

And nodded over the tower.

“Then let's go! ”

More than fifty shadows followed Shao Xuan to the depths of Wesen Mountain Forest.

Around these more than fifty shadows, there are also some running beasts.

Some of the roads they took were taken by Shao Xuan, who could tell them which animals needed attention, which dangerous flora and fauna were in the woods, and what needed attention, but others were not.

The last time Shao Xuan entered the mountain forest, they passed in the direction indicated by the chirping, before turning halfway. When they returned, they returned from the stone side. This time, they departed from the tribe. In order to find the remains of their ancestors and the Flaming Horn tribe in the “history” of nearly a millennium as soon as possible, they almost passed along a straight line.

There are many unknown dangers, more unpredictable beasts and harsh environments, but they are fearless. For an environment like this, they have long lost the fear of other tribes, some, just the excitement of the challenge, and the obsession and urgency of bringing back ancestors and “history”.

At the same time, this path is likely to be their new hunting route in the future.

Back home, they didn't decide on a new hunting route, but what happened to their ancestors helped them solve the problem, and perhaps that was an instruction from their ancestors.

Ancestors certainly used to follow this path a lot back then. And now they, the posterity of the Horn of Fire, will return to this path, and will tell the mountain forest that those who left it will return.

The sound of the stone cuts continued, the blood splattered with intense asphyxiating killings, the roar of the giant beasts of the mountains deafening, the frightened birds crawling and flying towards the setting of the sun.

Under the twilight sky, the bloodstained path leads nowhere.