Chronicles of Primordial Wars

The enormous, admirable fog dragon surrounds the high ground at the fire pond, breaks through the wind and sand and circles up, nothing seems to stop it.

At this point, the people above the platform also saw this white fog belt that they had never seen before.

As these fogs pass through the platform, everyone on the platform feels the freshness and coolness of deep hearts and lungs, as if in winter, but not so freshly in winter!

“What is that?!” Mi 28241; looking at the hovering fog passing by them, asked.

Yang Zheng still knelt with his hands, but kept looking up at the changes in the sky. Almost every second, the expression on Yang Zheng's face changed slightly.

Hearing Mi u's question, he did not answer, from the likeness of surprise just now to the likeness of crying and smiling now, if it were normal, others would surely think he was a psychopath, but at this time, almost no one could see the change in the ordinary mind.

His eyes stared closely at the sky, his expression fluctuated, he seemed to want to say something, but he couldn't find a specific language, he didn't know how to say it, and finally, he just turned into a loud howl.

Feeling the sourness in his eyes, he doesn't care what others think, he looks up to the sky, and now he just wants to roar, all emotions, all words, in that roar.

It's gonna rain. Never before has the sky been so agitated by such changes that tears swept in its orbit that it was so agitated it could not speak.

Are you touched by your ancestors? Or the Spirit Kai Eun?

At the Rain Tribe border.

Ray and Tao have gone inside, only Shao Xuan stays outside.

“Xuan, stop eating sand outside!” See Shao Xuan for a long time, Ray said loudly.

But wait for Shao Xuan to say: “Come out and see! ”

“There's nothing to see.” Ray muttered. However, since Shao Xuan has spoken, Ray and Tao still have to give this elder who is not his own age.

There was also an idea, but after walking out the door, Ray and Tao stayed.

When they came out, the weather was brisk, but this was more than enough. They didn't even finish a glass of water in the house, so the weather changed outside?!

Someone in the other cabin heard Shao Xuan just now, curious to move the window panels away from a seam to see what was going on with the flaming horns outside. After he moved the window panels, he thought it would blow into the sand, he squinted his eyes, but he didn't see the sand blow in for half a day. Instead, look out, where is the wind sand?!

“Ah--” Someone screamed.

Others come out and look out.

The chaotic wind and sand weather has changed, Huangsha has disappeared sometime. They stand here and can still see the situation on the side of the rain tribe. Although there is still some confusion, it is much better than the situation where even 10 steps away are not visible.

“Look, what's that in the sky?” The ploy pointed over the rainy tribe and shouted.

Over the rainy tribe, a long white belt, like an ancient giant beast, rotates up from below, ends on the ground and ends on the sky. White bands are getting wider and wider from the ground up.

And the sky, without the chaotic sand and yellow, is replaced by the accumulating clouds. The white “giant beast” head seems to be a cloud manufacturing place, where clouds begin to spread around.

The tumbling clouds, like the thousands of armored horses, spread out towards the surrounding forces, taking that heavy sense of oppression further away.

“They succeeded in asking for rain.” Shao Xuan looked at the changes in the sky and said.

As soon as Shao Xuan's voice went down, someone shouted: "No way! ”

But now that the sky is changing, it does look like it's going to rain. If there was still chaotic yellow sand around them, they wouldn't believe the rain if they killed them, but now the situation, wanting to rebut, also felt powerless to rebut.

Older people, such as Spring Leaf, look serious. They have been involved in this expedition since they were young, have come into contact with the Rain Tribes, and have experienced the Rain Tribes' Rain Seeking Ceremony, but never before have they been so shocked.

Does this rain really seem like it can come down?

Shao Xuan looked at the rain tribe totem in the "egg shell”, it was still flashing, and the droplet-like dots on the totem, they rolled faster.

The surrounding moisture is heaving.

A droplet like a grain of rice, falling from the sky, such a volume is not noticeable, but it is still found in the gloomy sky, in the blinking gaze of the eyes.

It's different from the usual raindrops, but with a little white, gloomy sky, like the sparkling light of those benthic creatures in the deep ocean.

Ta!

Raindrops hit the ground, making a slight noise.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap,

More and more voices are appearing, and more and more intensive.

Looking up at the thick clouds of sky, the bright lights fall straight down, like scattered meteors.

At first, it was just some rain spots, but soon, these droplets were like a string of threads, a little bit down.

The dusty ground, softened by water and hard, softened and muddy in the rainwater that lands.

Shao Xuan lifted his finger and soaked some water, licked it, then decisively pulled out the already empty kettle, poured out the water inside, and then picked up the rain. Because it was a fine-mouthed gourd, Shao Xuan also went to find a leaf, let the rain wash clean, and then spin it into a funnel, plugged it into the gourd mouth, and began to pick up the water. In addition to the gourd, there are also water bags made of animal leather bags, and Shao Xuan also picked up spare parts. The area is too arid, it is rare to encounter a rain, naturally more spare parts.

The rain tribe's water, it looks extraordinary, may be able to help them behind it.

Seeing Shao Xuan's behavior, Ray and Doo didn't say much, do as they were told.

Others in the team met and looked at the elders who brought themselves out of the tribe. Seeing them nod their heads, they also pulled out something loaded with water and started picking it up.

And within the rainy tribe, it's crazy now.

Under the rain curtain, people run like lunatics, step on muddy ground, scream, roar. Just like Yang Yang, I don't know what to say, my brain seems to lose all reason, I just want to scream at this moment.

It's raining.

I can't believe the rains really worked!

“Bright white rain, sandy mud. ”

How many years?

Few of the people who died regretted that they had never seen anything like it in their songs.

And now, within the rainy tribe, all the living people have witnessed this.

How can you not be excited? Why aren't you crazy?

However, the mood is quite different for the river tide. What others feel is cool, but he feels absolutely cold, shaking and reluctant to shrink himself into a group.

Without a doubt, he flipped. Not only has it turned upside down, it may even reach a height that none of the wizards in the rainy tribe have been able to reach over the years. Thinking of his own behavior before, the river tide only felt deeper cold, the falling rain was like a heavy hammer, one hammer smashed on him, smashing him into breath, breathing heavily, but choked by the rain.

Above the platform, feeling the rain falling, getting up, walking to the edge of the platform, looking under the platform, the crazy crowd. At this time, nobody yelled “burn to death" anymore, nobody complained about Yang Yang's fault, and nobody cared if Yang Yang really lied to everyone. They only believed in their eyes and believed in the results. This rain is without a doubt the best proof. All stains, real or fake, will be washed away in this rain.

I don't know who first saw the rise above the high platform, or who first knelt down, triggered a rapid chain reaction, large crowds kneeling in the mud, toward the high platform at the fire pond, devout worship. This is a scene that has never existed in at least hundreds of years. Perhaps one of the chiefs has been treated like this, but none of the witches have. Yang, be the first witch to be treated at such a high level in all these years.

What, the chief said he wanted to change witches?

I don't agree! Want a new witch? Have the balls to step over our bodies!

As the river tide thinks, in the future, it will surely reach a height that its forefathers could not reach.

The actions of those who kneel beneath the platform, including the elderly, who have a high status in the tribe, including the new chiefs, are illustrative.

Looking down, the excitement slowly calmed down.

They will not hesitate to throw it into the fire pit, nor will they be able to push it to the throne with piety.