Chronicles of Primordial Wars

The rain tribe's totem, above it, is a curved look, beneath it, is a point like rain. Shao Xuan counted, eight points. There's also some foggy stuff around the totem, flowing around.

Shao Xuan was very surprised when the totem of the tribe appeared in this “egg shell”, and now the totem of the rainy tribe also appeared.

Good compatibility. Shao Xuan thought.

Though none of the totems that emerged were as big as the Totem of the Flaming Horn Tribe in the middle or as bright as the Totem of the Flaming Horn, they did exist here, and they were still flashing.

This rainy tribe's totem does not have the same fire color as the flaming horn totem, but is similar to the clan's, whitened, somewhat white and bright feel, like liquid.

Shao Xuan looked at the flashing rainfall tribe totem and mobilized the power of inheritance. He wanted to go up close and observe the sudden appearance of the different tribe totem.

The blue flame separates from the bottom of the flame around the corner totem and extends towards the small, much more rainy tribal totem that appears.

Rather, there should be exclusion between the forces of different tribal totems, but not here. The separated blue flames easily come into contact with the rainy tribe's totem.

In contact, Shao Xuan felt the totem of the rainy tribe tremble for a moment, and the eight points also moved. Shao Xuan curiosity, those eight points, looked more like a drop of suspended liquid.

A crystalline liquid-like point, falling off the rainy tribe totem, Shao Xuan stared closely at the falling point, intended to see where it would fall, but didn't want to, the drop just dropped a little, after going beyond the rainy tribe totem, it turned into fog, merged with the fog surrounding the rainy tribe totem. And look at the totem, where it had fallen, the gap had been filled, and a drop of the same droplet appeared there.

And this is just the beginning, like pressing the start switch, the point on the rainbow tribe totem, gradually starts to fall down, fog, form again just like that.

From the first drop, two drops, to eight drops, it all started to move, and the wheel rolled, and it looked like it was raining constantly.

Somehow, Shao Xuan suddenly remembered what Yang Xuan had told him about the rain tribe spark.

Yang said that the sparks of the Rain Tribes were in trouble and that it was difficult to wake them up at any time other than the Great Sacrifice time at the beginning of each year, which was why the rainstorm had always failed.

But now, Shao Xuan feels that this moving totem is like a gradual awakening from sleep.

Shao Xuan's mind shocked, and he felt a powerful power from outside.

Out of the sea of consciousness, Shao Xuan looked to the side.

Although the house was dark due to the weather, Shao Xuan could still see the reaction of Ray and Tao. The two people who were resting stood up and looked in the direction of the Rain Tribe.

“What's going on?! ”

“Why is there such a powerful totem force? ”

Feeling the sudden rejection of the different tribal totems, Ray and Doo opened the door and walked out.

Outside, the wind and sand are sweeping, even worse than the previous two days. Thunder's hair was blown up and his eyes were stitched together because of the scattered sand and dust. You can clearly smell the sand in your breath.

The sky, the surrounding area, is full of yellowish sand and dust, the visibility is extremely low, look at this row of wooden houses have some effort, let alone the place of the further rain tribe?

They wanted to see what was going on over there, but all they could see was a cloudy cloud of sand.

Shao Xuan used his hands to slightly cover his face, blocked the sand and dust blowing directly over him, listened carefully to the sound over there, some noise, too many people, don't know what exactly was being said over there. But he can clearly feel the growing power of totem in that direction.

Not only the three Shao Xuan people, but everyone else in the team walked out, but they found that there was nothing to see around them. The wind and sand were still loud. They yelled and complained and went back to the house.

“What exactly happened over there, you say? Was the rainstorm so loud?” Someone asked.

“I don't know what it's like to ask for rain, it won't really rain anyway. ”

“Whatever it is, I just want the weather to get better soon so we can leave. ”

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Within the rainy tribe, on the altar erected at the fire pond, the dance and curse of Yang and others seeking rain have been completed. Finally, the people knelt down, their foreheads reached the ground, and they kowtowed on wooden slabs full of sand, and did not rise.

Like everyone else on their knees, Yangtze is silent and awaits death. From the moment they got to the top, they didn't plan to go down again.

The wooden nut bell was tied and swayed with the wind, sounding like a shower, but only “like”, not real.

The ceremony is over, the dance stops. Below the altar, the people on their knees rose, some disappointed, even though they had failed for many years, each time still held that tiny glimmer of hope, hoping that it would really rain. Others, already accustomed to the situation every year, were numb on the face. Others are happy. Like the river tide that once competed with Yang.

The river tide looked at the leader in front of him, two steps forward, whispering: “That's enough. ”

His eyes glistened and he looked at the old men a few steps away. Among them were their supporters and some neutrals, and he was worried about those who were neutral.

Fortunately, seeking rain failed, the color of disappointment on the faces of those people was not hidden. See this, the corner of the mouth couldn't help but rise. Loud voice: “Because Yang Yang deceived the progenitor spirits, against the will of his ancestors, pissed off the Rain God, from now on, will no longer be the witch of his tribe! ”

Those who looked around and objected to the tide are now silent. Very good.

After the mundane words had fallen, the river's tide suppressed the excitement in his heart and shouted: "Set up wood! ”

Already waiting for the people there to move a bundle of firewood and dead grass around the high ground, going up to the high ground.

The movement below, the people above the high ground heard clearly.

As the firewood was moving closer and closer, Yang Jiao shouted with a voice that everyone on the platform could hear: "I'm sorry! ”

Beneath the stage, the river tide, as the person most likely to take over the position of witch after the Yang Dynasty, took the torch and walked to the side of the high platform and lit the firewood for the week of the high platform.

“Burn them! ”

“Burn! Burn! Burn! ”

“Anyone who offends the Rain God against his ancestors should be burned to death! ”

Listening to the scolding below, he closed his eyes and waited with everyone for death, a rainstorm, failed, and consumed almost all his energy. Tired, desperate, sad.

Suddenly, his body trembled, his closed eyes suddenly opened and his eyes were incredible. Feel it carefully, it's true! Spark, it's the spark!

Below, those who had yelled “burn to death" also felt something wrong, especially those close to the fire pond.

This power, they're too familiar with it, and every year at the high sacrifice, this feeling comes up. However, this is not the time of the Great Sacrifice, and the situation is different from that of the Great Sacrifice.

The surrounding temperature begins to drop rapidly.

Through the firewood that was erected, they saw that the fire in the pond changed color, became lighter, and became bright and white.

“This is... this is...”

The wind and sand around the pond also seems to gradually disappear, within sight, to become quite clear.

An old man with a dry cracked cocoon skin in his palm twisted his finger, felt the slightest moisture on his finger, looked up at the fire pond, and looked at the high platform built on the fire pond, thinking of what, he had become shocked with some confusion, shouted out loudly: “Put out the fire! Put out those fires! Get out of here!” Because it's too exciting, it's a little loud to yell out. He ran to the high ground and, despite the burning firewood, waved his arms and kicked his legs, lifting all the firewood that had been laid.

All I felt was a chill rushing straight into my head, shaking, almost rushing past at the fastest speed, kicking the wood with the old man. Others react, and whatever happens, they just do it.

Those who were far away could not see what was going on around the pond and only listened to the motion to speculate on what was going on. They can't see clearly, but they can feel that familiar power from the spark.

In the fire pond, the bright and bright flame rises, starting at the top and turning into a white mist, like a dragon running out of the water, from the fire pond.

The surrounding temperature is even lower.

The firewood, which had not yet been kicked open, was instantly extinguished at the moment it was swept away by the fog.

He couldn't see what was going on down there. He didn't get up either. He just looked up at the sky and looked past. Then, his face, which was stiff as a rock, cracked open and his expression looked like a surprise.

The sky looks a little rainy...

Below, around the pond, the white fog emitted like a long dragon, first just circled around the pond, then as the body grew, the circle became wider and wider, people standing near the pond couldn't help but retreat.

They're not sure what such a change really stands for, but there's a hidden speculation in their minds that even they can't believe.

As the fog dragon circled, past, the wooden pile that built the tall platform, the pile of firewood that had not yet been lit or extinguished, was like a layer of white frost.

The fog dragon is still rapidly expanding, and within a radius of the fire pond, the sense of chaos caused by sand and dust is rapidly disappearing.

Take a deep breath and feel a refreshing cool, dust-free smell. It makes you feel like you've been poured a barrel of ice water.

Because of this change, the rest of the Rain Tribe, stupid. They don't know what that means, they don't know how to react now, and the chief doesn't speak.

“Is it… is it… raining… has succeeded?” Someone asked around in a bumpy way.

Others wanted to rebut it because of their experiences, but when they saw the sights over there, they kept their mouths shut.