Chronicles of Primordial Wars

“Stop them! Stop it! ”

The chief shouted and rushed this way.

He was going to watch the joke next to him, not close, but after seeing the pedestrians, he regretted it.

This is no way to hit his new chief in the face. This behavior is a provocation to his ancestors! Sinful spirits!

But when you think about it, it seems that... it seems that... the ancestors didn't really say what kind of person to use as a witch.

Yet such acts are indeed a provocation to our ancestors. In his view, it was an extremely ominous act.

When the new chief cried out, Yang Qiang had stepped onto the steps of the altar of the rainstorming ceremony.

Once you step onto this platform, it means the rainstorm begins.

Chasing him here, he died with his fist and almost threw up blood. He didn't pull the knife and cut it off towards Yangtze. If Jan hadn't stepped on the altar, he would have killed the walker, and no one in the tribe would have said anything about him. But these people moved too fast, and he was one step behind.

The quenching knife-like eyes swept and swept on the nine people walking toward the high stage. Still stunned, they took a step backwards, not close to the fire pond, afraid of contamination with bad luck. Now he can't do it, but when the ceremony is over... Yang Yang, wait to die! Sacrifice the gods with your blood!

Yang did not look back at the tribesman's reaction, but listening to the voice below, he knew what would happen to him. At this point, he regretted again, perhaps, that he should have given up before, so that the tribes would not react that way, and what he was most worried about was the friends and relatives who followed him up.

Though, unconsciously, he slowed down with some hesitation.

And that's when Yang Yang heard the words coming from behind.

“Come on, you can't go back. Keep walking!” It's Mother Yang's voice.

“When we came up, we had no intention of going back.” This is my mother.

“Don't worry, we'll stay with you.” This is m 28241;.

Others, though silent, listened closely to their footsteps and knew they were choosing.

He held the tail of the cow on the back of his hand because of too much force and raised his blues. After a brief pause, lift your feet up again.

In addition to the rainstorming ceremony, the sacrificial artefacts, decorations, instrumentation warfare, etc. have been prepared on the high platform, there is a need for the prescribed rainstorming dance and the necessary message “spell" when seeking rain. Whether it's a rain dance or a greeting, someone who needs to play and naturally needs to play.

Yang Zheng had hired a lot of people with a large amount of beijing coins, but when Yang Zheng walked to the high stage, he found that his father, uncle, grandfather with a large body... were all on it.

Seeing him standing there, Yang's father grinned and smiled at Yang, holding the knocking bamboo on his hand.

I didn't plan to go down again.

Perhaps, without waiting for the ceremony to end, the tribesmen would set up firewood on this platform and set fire to it.

Yang Zheng stood on the high ground, looking at the people around him, gave them a smile back, although it looked like a cry.

Knock knock knock knock knock knock knock

There was a rhythmic sound.

Yang Zheng held the cow's tail on his hand and looked at the tall rain stone in the middle of the tall platform, closing his eyes. Never before had he expected so much rain from the sky, just a few drops.

Although he has doubted his ancestors, questioned his gods, and defamed his belly many times, at this moment he really hopes that his ancestors and gods will help him this time, just this time. He is willing to pay any price.

Respectfully, the cow's tail was raised with both hands in a rain stone. - Shake the sleeves.

The wide sleeves are slightly stiffer for material reasons than the gauze bands, but as the hands swing, the wooden nut bells tied to the sleeves also swing with the arms, making a clacking sound.

Nine dancers jumped and twisted their limbs to make the clicks more dense, such as the sound of showers hitting the ground.

Rain tribe rainfall dance has a feature that needs to be danced on its back.

For many tribes, sacrificial dance occasionally leans back and dances, which is normal and not uncommon. But the rain tribes are different, their sacrificial dances, and dancers need to keep their heads up and face the sky. The gods of rain they worship are naturally located in the sky, and they pray, wish, speak to the gods about the aspirations of the tribes, hope for their shelter, put an end to the scourge, and of course look to the sky with piety.

And Yangtze also took the opportunity to observe the movement of the sky.

Though the wind and sand dance, his eyes cannot be opened and he is easily attracted, he can still see the changes in the sky, which is his ability to differ from others. That's what he used to speculate on the weather.

No rain!

There's no sign of rain!

He continued to bite his teeth, knowing that he was different from others, which he had always been proud of as capital. Perhaps he can break the deadlock and do what the ancestors couldn't? Try harder, maybe sooner. No heavy rain, just two drops. Just two drops.

Gradually, he felt the power in his body being withdrawn, and he could feel the change of the spark.

Although the sky still doesn't look like it's going to rain, since the spark has changed, it's a good thing!

The rainy tribes standing below could not see the situation on the high platform slightly further away, but some people close to the fire pond felt the change in the fire pond.

Sparks in the pond are barely seen, gradually diminishing in colour from the original flames. And the surrounding temperatures, they seem to have dropped a bit.

“This… this…” an old man rubbed his eyes, his face unbelievable.

Muscle fluctuations on the river's surface said: "In the past, when witches were looking for rain, this happened, but it didn't succeed. ”

An old man with a sharp eye swept past and saw the river's raging scalp. He had to shut up to say anything else. While there are many who support them, there are also people who are neutral, and these people don't care who the witches are, they care if they succeed in seeking rain.

Soon, however, as the river tide said, the sparks, whose colours had diminished in temperature, began to return to their original state.

Looking forward to a successful rainfall, there is disappointment in the eyes.

Even if you can't see the change in the spark, you can feel it, and your heart is almost cut off. Even if we were prepared, we would still be extremely disappointed.

It's like after a hysterical roar, you find someone who wants to wake up, just slowly beat up a debt and go back to sleep.

Unwilling, but useless.

The dance for rain is almost over.

After the spark became lighter, it returned to its original, unusual color.

Standing in the eyes of the river beneath, flashing joy, look at the large bundle of firewood not far from the pond. His hands trembled a little and he couldn't help laughing. He now just wants the rainstorm ceremony on the high platform to end quickly. As soon as it ends, he can get people to set fire on the high platform!

And at this moment, at the rainy tribal boundary, Shao Xuan, who stayed in the wooden house, was looking at the new pattern that appeared in his head, in that egg-shaped “shell”.

The new pattern Shao Xuan has seen here, outside the wooden house where they live, engraved with such a totem.

It's a rainy tribe totem!

Just like the original Totem of the Horn Tribe, it's far less than the Totem of the Horn Tribe, it's just on the edge, close to the Eggshell.