Chronicles of Primordial Wars

After turning over the mountains, Shao Xuan can clearly feel the climate is different. On either side of a mountain range, there are two distinct climates. It seems that the moisture and rainwater on this side are all blocked and cannot go to the arid grasslands on the other side of the mountain range.

The further down you go, the more familiar Shao Xuan feels.

He was here for the first time, but this environment always reminded him of the mountain forests of the hunting grounds, whether they were the mountain forests on the river where the Horn Tribes originally lived or the vicious mountain forests after returning to their places of origin. Look at it, it's green.

A place full of life and crisis, the excitement factor in Shao Xuan's heart is hidden in joy. I don't know if it's because of the familiar environment or because I feel closer and closer to the flaming horn tribe that divided nearly a thousand years ago.

As he walked down the hill, Shao Xuan threw away the exaggerated necklace made of beast claws, horns, etc. worn around his neck, which had long been used as a weapon. The necklace was only made from the loot of hunting. The stone pot behind him used to cook soup was also thrown away. At this time, it was not forced but cumbersome to carry these with him. In places like the mountain forest, it was necessary to be more careful, to act as lightly as possible, so as to hide and hide.

From Shao Xuan's entry into the desert to now, it is estimated that it has been more than half a year, for the first time in such a long time, he is between these mountain forests.

Take a deep breath, surrounded by the smell of wet grass, the sound of bird and animal bugs in your ears, Shao Xuan's footsteps lighten up and step by step integrate yourself into this new environment.

Wide rivers wind far away in dense woods, standing on trees and occasionally seeing shadows swimming beneath the river, sometimes dark backed fish, and sometimes giant hunters hiding beneath the river, such as pythons.

Shao Xuan felt it. Although it was not as obvious as the spark, it could tacitly determine the position of the flaming horn tribe. Take out the bone ornament that has been hanging around your neck that symbolizes your elder identity and look at it. Touch the ball in the middle of the bone ornament with a flaming red glow. Shao Xuan thought: I don't know if this identity can be used in the flaming horn tribe here, do they still approve of this?

Drum spirit, Shao Xuan continues in that direction.

There are traces of human activity, sometimes of rags, sometimes of incomplete weapons abandoned here. Shao Xuan even saw a bone belonging to humankind under a large tree. It is presumably the hunters who were killed here, and the beasts left behind after eating.

After carefully discerning the surrounding traces, Shao Xuan's heart measured all kinds of creatures here quickly, with caution but not slowness.

There was a well-disguised snake on the branches. At first glance, it was difficult to find a highly toxic creature ambushed there. Shao Xuan wanted to bite when he passed by. Unfortunately, Shao Xuan was too fast to give it time to prepare. After a glimpse, man passed under the tree. Snakes lurking on tree branches throw up snake messengers, adjust one posture, and continue to wait for the next passing prey.

In addition to some of the tools used by humans, Shao Xuan also saw paintings engraved on branches or stones, not knowing which tribe they were engraved by, some of them like totems, some of them engraved words, and others like to show off some of the prey they hunted and tell the people who came here how strong they were.

Shao Xuan swept a glance, he knew the words, but there was no familiar painting, the style was very strange, it seemed that it belonged to other tribes, people in flaming corners should be further away, not often come here.

Since there are people moving, Shao Xuan must not only guard against the beasts lurking in the mountain forests, but also be wary of others, sometimes much more brutal than the beasts.

After entering the mountain forest, deeper and deeper, the denser and thicker the trees, walking on the soft land below, you can only feel a little sunshine thrown from the dense branches.

On the third day of stepping on this mountain forest, Shao Xuan was walking in the mountain forest, suddenly he felt a gaze at himself, and also with a killing intent. Although the other party tried to hide it, the killing intent was too strong, with Shao Xuan's hunting experience, he sensed it acutely.

Just don't know if the other person is a man or a beast.

Since the other party has not moved for the time being, Shao Xuan has not taken the initiative, but continues to move forward, wanting to see how the owner of the hidden sight moves.

Faster underfoot, Shao Xuan travels between the woods. That line of sight is still closely followed, the other party is not slow, and is good at hiding. If you look around, you can't find the shadow of the other party at all. However, the sound such as the sharp cutter trunk made by the other party during the close chase is clearly captured by Shao Xuan. Even if the sound is very light, it can easily be covered by the shaking sound of the tree branches.

Another gust of wind, surrounding the woods, the dense branches swing, and the friction of the leaves makes a sound of wax. Occasionally there are movements of birds flying or falling.

Distinguishing the movement behind him from the various voices, Shao Xuan's feet accelerated again, such as a clever wind traveling through the woods. After several sudden changes of direction on his feet and the seventh sudden turn, Shao Xuan approached him to find a large tree and leaped forward, agile to climb the tree and hide in the dense leaves.

Some flying insects were resting on the tree. A speckled flying insect was resting on the tree's edge. Shao Xuan suddenly climbed the tree and almost rolled it off the leaves. In the trunk behind Shao Xuan's body, an unnoticed crack in the rough bark, an elongated figure shot like an arrow at Shao Xuan hiding on the branches.

If such insects bite people, they will drill directly into them.

Shao Xuantou also did not return. He broke a branch and threw it away. With sharp breaks, the branches nail flying longworms directly onto thick bark barks.

Longworms crucified on bark twist their bodies like they're trying to break the end of being crucified here, but there's nothing they can do.

Shao Xuan didn't even look at the bug. He carefully distinguished between the tiny cuts that were fast approaching him, his eyes staring in the direction of the sound coming from him.

A brown figure swayed like a shadow, passing through a tree, with a brief pause and then leaving at a faster pace. It seemed that Shao Xuan was hiding intentionally. Almost to reach the tree where Shao Xuan was located, the brown figure suddenly circled around a tree and disappeared behind it.

Shao Xuan's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, his gaze stared over there, but his attention was focused on him. He did look at himself, and he was smart, astute and very good at lurking.

Shao Xuan gripped the black knife on his hand and concentrated.

A figure suddenly circled from the back of the trunk behind Shao Xuan, sharp cold flashed out, cut off the branches and leaves in front of him, forcing the killing moments to fill this small space on the tree, with a brutal sharp light to draw an arc, sweep directly to Shao Xuan.