Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Regardless of the legend, one thing is certain about how much the rainstorming process has changed - the Rain Tribes are realistic.

Whatever lies you make up, whatever demons you make up, they believe, believe, and strictly enforce as long as it works. Otherwise, even if you pay more, they'll be cruel if you don't get what they want.

How tall they used to pile you up, now they can pull you down and step into the fire. Take Yangtze as an example.

Compared to the Horn clan, the witches of the Rain clan are pitifully low. However, witches are different from witches, and if there are also witches like the Rain Tribes in the Flaming Horn Tribes, they must be similar to the Rain Tribes by now.

Shao Xuan thinks so, you still have to look at people.

I don't think I have two days to live, and I don't hide my words. A lot of things he could not have said to people inside the tribe that sounded too rebellious, but it was different for people outside the tribe, because people outside the tribe would not have recognized anything about other tribes. Yang Yan didn't hesitate to say it, but let out some resentment.

For a moment of silence, his eyes hung, swinging the tail of the cow on his hand, and his dull voice sang: "Bright white silk rain, sandy yellow mud... God in heaven, rain is a cap... please..."

This is a song that many people in the Rain Tribe will sing.

Since when can't it rain? How long has time passed?

Hundreds of years? Thousands of years? Not even far away?

“Bright white rain, sandy mud, what is the scene? I'd love to see you.” Yangtze said.

The records of the ancestors are not complete, but the songs passed down from generation to generation are known to everyone. Unfortunately, no one can imagine exactly what this song depicts. And nobody knows, because the people who know, they're gone.

“I hear that when the rainstorm is successful, the rain falls in line and all the ground turns into mud. People walk barefoot on damp mud and enjoy the flushing of rain.” Yangqiao.

Rotten mud, not derogatory here, for the rainy tribe people, "rotten mud”, “thin mud”, is an expected sight, because in most of their memories, the ground is hard cracked.

As he was saying, the girl named Mi i, whom Shao Xuan had met yesterday, came here with an anger that could not be concealed. Probably didn't expect to see Shao Xuan here. The surprise flashed on her face, but she didn't pay much attention to it, and turned to look down on the ground.

“Two more quits! Those bastards!” Mi looks very excited.

Hold the cow's tail firmly and calmly. “If we don't do it, let's see who's willing to fill the gap, and who's willing to fill the gap, double the bagel. ”

“What else do you want?" ”Mi howl,“ the river tide took them directly with the bell! Can you give Becky, he can't?! One left yesterday, rarely found someone to fill the vacancy, and now he's gone! Who else can I find? Who knows if anyone will leave today! ”

Mi u's mouth “river tide” was the original competitor of the witch with Yang Zheng, just that Yang Zheng won, but now, the chief is confused to support the river tide, suppressing Yang Zheng, the day passes, Yang Zheng's supporters also rapidly decreased. Yesterday Yang Yang also said that the other side and his supporters were more than half to half, another day passed, half gone.

Probably thought that the witch could not ask for rain, and even the witch who followed him would suffer.

Others followed them because of the supporters behind them, but now a bunch of supporters, lured by the river tide and the overwhelming power of the chief, stood in each other's camp, and naturally witches changed their positions.

Eight witches, as the rain demands, are missing. But now, there's no time to find the right person to make it up to.

If you can't make up for it, you can't even ask for rain, and you fail directly.

This is a rule set by our ancestors and cannot be changed.

You want to change it? Okay, you can ask for rain, and then the Rain Tribes will certainly not object, but if you can't ask for rain, then you'll have to follow the rules.

“... and,” Mi took two deep breaths and tried to calm himself down. "The oxtail they prepared for you was also retracted and given to the river tide. ”

Not only were people pryed away, but even carefully prepared cowtails were diverted to the enemy.

Rain?

How can you ask?

If you go on like this, you don't have to prepare anything. Just prepare to be burned.

“What do we do? Tomorrow the ceremony begins!” Mi 28241; hurried around the house.

“Are there cows in the surrounding mountains? I can find it.” Shao Xuan said.

“Don't bother.” Swinging his hand, he shook Shao Xuan's tail, which already had a lot of sand and dust on it. "That's enough. Which cow tail can't be a whip? The ancestors didn't say what kind of oxtail they had to have. ”

“What about the witch?” Shao Xuan asked, "If you need a bagel or something, I have some here too. ”

“No bagels, we have them on hand.” Mi looked at Shao Xuan and her face eased a lot. Although Shao Xuan was not from the Rain Tribes, at this time, she was grateful for her willingness to help.

Just...

“Witches are not enough. ”

Mi i just heard a voice coming from outside: “Who says enough?! ”

Originally sitting on the ground, he bounced and looked out the door stunned.

The obsolete wooden door, which was covered, was moved away by a pair of hands covered in cocoons.

Shao Xuan saw two dark-skinned middle-aged women walking in one after the other. Behind them, there was an elderly man with white hair. Although he was old, his body was quite strong, his steps were steady, and he did not show much aging.

“Not enough, we can!” The first middle-aged woman who came in said.

“Mother!" Grandmother! ”She looked at the people who had come in, shocked.

“Mother!” I'm also shocked not to know what to say.

The three people who came in were Yang's mother and grandmother, and Mi's mother.

When they saw Shao Xuan, they were only slightly surprised, but after Shao Xuan introduced himself, the three showed kindness and thanked Shao Xuan, who, they knew, had been a Yang Xuan gang.

“You… you…" are rare to stutter.

“How about us? The ancestors never said that witches must be young.” Yang Zheng's mother said.

The ancestors did not say that, but the rainy tribe, beautiful in its lean, long-flowing, spiritual curved body, chose such a young woman when picking witches, and even some families were oriented to cultivate them from an early age. Until now, there have never been middle-aged or older women as witches, and after all, middle-aged women in the tribe are naturally no better off than those young people because of their labor.

But now, as more and more people go down, even eight witches can't get it right, so three elders did it.

If other people are witches, even if they fail to seek rain afterwards, they will not be in danger of their lives, although they will not be good, but their families will be different. The new chief's group, which is aimed at Yangtze, will be much more demanding even with Yangtze's family, maybe they will burn together by then.

Shao Xuan left the cabin looking at the quiet people in the room.

Several middle-aged men also stood outside, guarding around the house. Should be Yangtze's relatives or familiar elders.

It is no wonder that these people cannot be spared, and at this time they are the only ones in the rainy tribe who truly protect him.

Outside the house is still cloudy and low visibility, Shao Xuan intends to take a walk outside. Think about what you can do.

Not far away, a half-armed lizard was crawling and burst out of nowhere under the sand.

Shao Xuan looked back. It was the same variety they ate not long ago.

Poor fellow who just rushed out to feed, before eating imported meat, Shao Xuan chopped him.