Chronicles of Primordial Wars

The surrounding land is drier and drier, and mountain creatures are less active.

After crossing several high mountains, the crowd reached a hilly area.

Standing at the top of a hill, Shao Xuan saw the distribution of houses in the distance, as well as a large area of agricultural land. However, those farmlands did not seem to grow well because of water scarcity, not only slow growth, but also high mortality rates.

As far as the distance is concerned, it cannot be seen clearly, as if covered with a layer of gauze. That's because there's so much sand and dust in the air that it affects your vision. Because of the drought, when the wind blows, it brings some sand and dust.

The more we go that way, the more cracks there are on the ground, and although there are some sparse grasses, the dry ground occupies most of the field of view.

“There's the Rain Tribe.” The leaves say to the young warriors who first came here.

When walking to a rainy tribe, the elderly will tell the young warriors of the tribe something about each tribe, and now they see the rainy tribe, and naturally they will tell them about the terroir and customs of the rainy tribe.

Although Shao Xuan knew the rainy tribe, he had a very limited understanding of the tribe, so Shao Xuan, like others, listened with his ears when the middle-aged man spoke to the young warriors of their tribe. It's always good to know more.

“The people of the rainfall tribe, totem like ‘rain’, worship water, and their faith in it is far greater than you might imagine. If the people of their tribe went elsewhere, drowned in the river, or were eaten by water beasts, many times they would not grieve. On the contrary, they thought that those who drowned or were eaten by water beasts must possess something superior to the mysterious power of others to send themselves to God's place without resorting to external forces...”

Shao Xuan and others: “...” lay in a shit!

In this way, the crocodiles of the clan are the spokespersons of God.

It sounds ridiculous, but it's understandable. Each tribe has its own faith and worship. Much of what others see as extremely retarded is the unwavering belief of others. For this, you can't change their minds by prying them open.

“It is said that all the witches of the rainy tribe who could not find rain were burned?” Someone asked.

“Nor is it entirely true that it was said that there had been burning at first, but that no rain could be demanded afterwards, nor could it have changed the tribe without a witch. However, in the rainy tribe, the status of the witch is gradually decreasing. Candidates for the Rain Tribe Witch are said to have to travel in the hope of finding a solution. ”

“Did you find it?” A young warrior from a feathered tribe couldn't help but ask.

Others looked at the soldier asking the question like a fool, “This is a lie, how can you ask for rain if you ask? Neither of our tribe's witches can do it. How can the rainy tribe's witches do it? These little tribes love to fool around! ”

“Yes.” The others nodded. I feel that the people of this small tribe cannot do what their tribe cannot do. Besides, asking for rain is a lie.

“How could God have anything to do with rain? But one thing I do agree with is that God must be able to fly, um, definitely is.” The Feather Tribes said.

“Bullshit! How could God grow wings? Must have had eight hands!” The less than eight say so.

“Bullshit! God certainly doesn't look like that! ”

When it comes to what God is like, tribal fighters of different faiths quarrel over different opinions.

The people of the Tianshan tribe thought that God lived on the mountain, and the reckless tribe vetoed him, strongly believing that God should live in the woods or carry bamboo forests.

Thousand-faced tribesmen did not speak, but the different faces told the people their views.

Shao Xuan thought of the Horn of Fire tribe as a brainwashed by witches since childhood. No, they were taught by witches to believe only three things - sparks, totems, and ancestors. What is God? Is it a spark? Is that Totem's incarnation? Or a deceased ancestor? Or both?

Listen to the discussion of the surrounding people, Ray and Tao simultaneously touched their heads, and their minds began to penetrate and outline the appearance of the gods. If there is a god, it should be... like a long horn on your head, right? Definitely not those with wings playing with spiders anyway, let alone rain.

Well, it must be a long horn over your head, and it's powerful! Ray and Tao nodded. I think the others are just bullshit.

The elderly, who were staring at each other, had to calm down and pull away the excited young warriors.

“Hey, who's that?” Ray pointed to a group of people who had walked not far away and asked.

People heard stories and stopped arguing and looked over there.

Over there, there was a team of nine people, walking in front of them, dressed in green vines and yellow dead grass knitted clothes, falling down with some wood and bone ornaments, each carrying a pottery bowl, one holding a bowl and the other dipping in a pottery bowl, swinging vigorously towards the side. Just a few steps away. Pottery bowls should be filled with water.

Those people had some walnut-like nut wooden bells hanging between their waists, and every time they swing their arms hard, because of the movement of their bodies, the falling wooden bells on their waists would swing along and make a clattering noise, sounding like rainwater smashing into the ground.

“are Rain Tribes people.” Spring leaves say.

“Is that a sacrifice?” Someone asked.

“I don't know, it could be related to their sacrifice. ”

“Anyway, let's find a place to rest and talk. ”

“Yes, the rain tribe will provide a house for travelers to and from, and we can just rest there.” Says someone who has had a long journey.

The team of the rainy tribe walked not fast, and Shao Xuan crossed them as he walked past them.

These rainy tribes painted totem lines on their faces and couldn't see their faces clearly, but Shao Xuan recognized the yang who was at the forefront.

Yang Zheng was slightly different and more complicated than the other eight people behind him, and was not holding a simple pottery bowl, slightly higher, and there were strips and dots of paintings outside the pottery bowl, like running water and rainwater.

Yang Xuan also saw Shao Xuan, stunned, trying to say anything, but realizing that this is not a good time to greet the old narrative, and seeing those around Shao Xuan, what came to mind, his eyes quickly moved towards the tribe.

This is for Shao Xuan to go over there first. He is looking for Shao Xuan to finish his work.

Rain tribes have built rows of wooden houses on the edges of tribes for travelers to and from each other, with a certain “accommodation fee”.

Fees are self-sufficient, other people will not pay for people who are not their own tribe, good thing Shao Xuan also carries a lot of "money”. They gave the Rain Tribes guarding there some becoins and replaced it with a cabin for three people.

Wooden houses are small, but they can only fit in places so hard to see by such a large tree.

In exchange for some dry food, a hard pastry, the three Shao Xuan people are quite unfamiliar with eating, especially Tao and Ray. They are all outside hunting beasts to fill their bellies. For the first time, they encounter places like this and eat such food.

“I think it's great that our tribe is there.” Ray said.

I agree with you. "How long do we have to stay here?" he asked Shao Xuan, biting the dry and unpleasant noodles. Is there anything worse you can do? ”

“How long will it take to see the elders, and as for the rest... you better be prepared.” Shao Xuan gave them a "you know” look.

Ray and Torah's expectation of the god collapsed, worse than this... they'd rather go to the fierce mountain forest for ten days and a hundred days alone than be in a place like this that even a beast can hardly see.

No wonder they said this trip was going to be tough.

After a short break, a young girl brought in water smiled at Shao Xuan and shoved a leaf at Shao Xuan.

After the girl left, Ray and Tao squeezed their eyes and said, “Xuan, is it the custom of the rainy tribe to send leaves? ”

“Did you write anything on the leaves? Let me see!”

Shao Xuan avoided the two of them, quickly looked at the words on the eye leaves, and then crushed the leaves.

Ray and Tao's face swept away.

“I'm going out for a moment, if there's anything urgent on the team's side, whistle.” After a pause, Shao Xuan added: “Watch out for the people of Tianshan. ”

“I know, you go, Elder.” Wave your hand.

Before leaving the cabin, Shao Xuan saw the person seen from the window of the other house around him. Over there, the people of Tianshan tribe lived there. The window was held by someone with a bow. The arrow branch was facing Shao Xuan and did not eject, but just held the aligned position.

Seeing Shao Xuan look at the past, the person smiled, that smile is very unpleasant to look at.

Tianshan tribesmen are hostile to Shao Xuan three people because of the mountain tribe? Or is it something else?

Anyway, this hostility keeps Shao Xuan on guard against them.

Shao Xuan knew that they were not brave enough to do it. After leaving the cabin, Shao Xuan went in one direction, there was a small hill there, and there were some cabins on the hill, which did not belong to the rainy tribe, and Shao Xuan would not be stopped.

These cabins are much more shattered than where they were temporarily resting. Looking at the grass rope hanging from one of the wooden houses, Shao Xuan walked over.

The door panel was half-closed, and Shao Xuan saw the person in the house, the young girl who brought him water and leaves, and the person who sat on the ground, was Yang Yang.

At this moment, Yang Zheng is staring deeply with a cow's tail.

The young girl had seen Shao Xuan once before delivering the water. She followed Yang Xuan behind her back. She was only wearing and painted on her face at the time, making it difficult to recognize her.

When Shao Xuan came, the girl was whispering and stopped when she heard the movement. They looked up at Shao Xuan.

“Coming?" Yang Zheng looked ill. After washing the pattern on his face, he had blue and black around his eyes.

“You don't look well mixed up. Failed to fight for the witch?” Shao Xuan asked.

“No, I'm a witch now, but I'm about to fail.” Yang sighed.