Chronicles of Primordial Wars

The hunting team leader who led the team back into the tribe was called to the chief's side.

Every time he comes back from a hunt, he holds a small meeting to report on the results of the hunt, this time he thought the same thing. After walking into the house, he briefly describes the harvest, and then he talks to people about the strange reaction of the Thai tribe people he met when he came back, and then he is told that the Thai tribe people reacted in this way because the Thai people were beaten up again.

Why do you say "again”?

There is no way to do this. The two tribes are so close apart. Although there is no big argument, the friction is constant. Fighting is mostly a weakness on the Thai River side. More times, you get used to it.

So, in the eyes of the head of the hunting team, it's common for Thai tribes to get beaten up, can we talk about that? This is not even a “thing”. In this kind of survival environment, the strong talk the weak listen, if you lose, don't beep blindly.

But I don't want to, this time not only the other side of the people were beaten, but also robbed of a good thing. As for what good things, they haven't found out yet. All they know is that the people of the Thai River tribe took a lot of thought, but unfortunately they were robbed by the Horn People.

The people of Flaming Horn's own tribe know for themselves that if something is already in the other party's hand, in general, Flaming Horn people will not do more, but if the other party does not get it, Flaming Horn people dare to cut it off, who has the ability to do so will get it. Again, the Flaming Horn tribesmen saw the Thai River tribe as a neighbor that still fits, and did not make a big deal out of it. If this happens to other tribes, blood battles are inevitable.

So, listening to their tribesmen cut each other's goods, the head of the hunting team was happy, the hunting was smooth, the mood was better, the upper leg of the loungers, looking at the young people standing beside each other, the eyes were friendly and affectionate: these were excellent fighters of their flaming horn tribe, young but extremely talented.

They say it was a young man who robbed people? Did they fight or did they fly on the Tae River? Feon of the Tae River is a high-ranking warrior, able to rob them and beat up their people, strength should be in...

The head of the hunting team swept his sight on several people, reaching into the leather bag of the animal and pulling out a large jade stone. The jade is green and slightly transparent, giving you a sense of peace and warmth even a short distance away.

Pull out the jade stone, the head of the hunting team is pleased: “Who is the one who robbed the goods? Come out and give me a compliment. Today I am happy. I happened to get a gem for this hunt and gave it to him! ”

Usually, the boss couldn't help but take out the gem as a reward, but today he's happy, he takes out the gem to help.

But he waited and waited, and nobody stood up.

“What, nobody gets paid?” The leader was surprised.

Still no one squeaks.

“Uchi? Tao Feng? ”

Whoever he sees and asks, shakes his head and denies.

These three young people are still wondering, they just didn't go hunting, but they were called here to ask questions, but they didn't do it, even if there was a reward? You can't lie to the chiefs and leaders, can you?

The laughter on the head of the hunting team gradually converged, seemingly realizing what, looking at the people beside him and the chief sitting at the top, straightening his body: “What's going on? ”

At this time, he realized that the atmosphere in the house was a little strange. However, when he was called over earlier, he had been immersed in excitement and had not noticed. Now he calmed down, but found that everyone, including the chief and the witch, was a little serious, and looked at their faces and seemed to be thinking about something important.

“Broadly speaking, what's going on?” The head of the hunting team looked at the people beside him.

A middle-aged man sitting next to him sighed, "Although we were happy to hear about this, after questioning, nobody admitted it. ”

“You mean…”

“In other words, this may not have been done by our people.” Sighs broadly.

“How is that possible? How can such things not be done by our tribes?!” Hunting team leader tangled.

The others glanced at him and insinuated, "How could it not have been made by our people?" Is that all we flaming horns can do?

But it does have to be investigated.

“Is there someone pretending to be us Horners? Or are the Thai people lying and putting this on us?” The head of the hunting team asked.

The leader sitting at the top shook his head and said: "As far as I know, there is little chance they will cheat on us. ”

“Anyway, this must be taken seriously!” An old lady sitting next to the chief with silver filaments hanging from her body.

“Don't tell the rest of the tribe about this for now, but wait till you have a closer look.” The chief said.

The chief and the witch spoke, and the others nodded, "Yes. ”

When the meeting was dissolved, the leader of the hunting team saw a broad departure and shouted, “Hey, broad, where are you going? There's something else I want to ask you! ”

“Ask someone else to go!” Neither did he go back in the broad sense of walking ahead, impatiently dumping his hand and moving on.

The head of the hunting team can only ask other people to learn more about the beginning and end of the incident. This is really weird.

Over there, after leaving the chief in a broad sense, he kept stuffing his head, wondering who did this, were they the Horn Horners? Or are they flaming horns out of the bloodline? This is unlikely either.

Unconsciously, it has left the tribal settlement in the broad sense and walked to the border zone, which is quiet enough to think things over.

The Horn's patrols saw the broad meaning, greeted them and left. In the broad sense, they did not have to patrol here, and in the broad sense, they seemed to be obliged to leave.

Broadly speaking, the people on patrol were just casually “hmm” and didn't look at them much, because they weren't all the same.

They continued to move broadly beyond the border until they came to the river on the border, which they dug themselves, albeit modestly large, but isolated some of the beasts and was the first line of defense for the tribe.

Now that he has come here, he does not intend to leave immediately, sitting down and staring at the glittering river until he hears the sound of his footsteps in his ears.

The power is strong in the broad sense, even if he is the head of the hunting team, he may not be better than him, and his ears are super strong. When he heard the clatter, he got vigilant and stopped thinking and stood up and stared at the trees across the river.

And the tweezers, and the tweezers,

It's like someone's walking.

Who's walking around at a time like this? Broad doubt.

Outside hunters have come back, patrols won't be on the other side of the river this time, so who's coming?

And the tweezers, and the tweezers,

The footsteps are gradual.

……

Shao Xuan treaded on the slightly damp grass, even though he thought his mind was strong, he didn't realize that he was a little nervous at this time. The closer you get to the corner, the harder it is to calm down.

Does the other half of the Horn Man look like the Horn Man he knows?

Is your temper as good as you think it is?

Will there be any other dramatic changes? What kind of attitude would they have towards themselves? After all, these two tribes have been separated for a thousand years!

As he came out of the woods, Shao Xuan saw the people across the river. It was a middle-aged man dressed in clothes sewn from cloth and animal hides, with short beards on his face, strong and strong, dark skin on the outside of his clothes, with a straight back and a steady standing, but with the feeling that he would do it at all times. The other party's eyes were slightly condensed, with a sense of harshness and oppression, and stared closely in the direction of Shao Xuan on this side of the river.

The first thing Shao Xuan felt when he saw each other was that he found it.

And broadly, after seeing this young man walking out, he frowned, and then opened his mouth and scolded harshly: "What are you still doing out there at this time?! ”

Shao Xuan: “??” He wanted to see the tribesmen, and all possible reactions from the other side, only not now.

As Shao Xuan's eyes became blurred, his broad tone grew more harsh: “What are you staring at? Come quickly! ”

Broadly speaking, he walked back a little bit, and then put a two-person thick tree there and kicked it into the river.

Looking at the tree floating in the river, and looking at the uncle's reprehensible eyes across the street, Shao Xuan thought: Forget it, let's go.

Jumping up, landing on the trunk, then supported by the buoyancy of the tree, Shao Xuan jumped up again and landed on the riverbank. Looking back, Shao Xuan saw the uncle dragging the wood floating on the river to shore. It turns out that one end of the trunk is tied to a grass rope, and after the trunk crosses the river, the trunk is pulled back and placed on the shore, waiting for the next time someone crosses the river.

Easily pulled the trunk back and threw it aside. Broadly speaking, Shao Xuan was still standing beside him. Then he was dissatisfied. “What are you staring at? Go back! What time is it? It's still out there! ”

Shao Xuan grabbed his head. What does this guy mean? Familiar?

Not like that.

Looking at the person walking forward with his hands behind his back, Shao Xuan would very much like to ask: this uncle, are you mistaken?

“Keep up! This is the time. Don't sneak out!” Broadly reprehensible, his eyes are so harsh as to nail a man to the ground.

Broadly speaking, this behavior is as if an elder caught a minor sneaking out to play and was reprimanding the lesson.

Shao Xuan was even more confused, but his purpose had been accomplished by being able to enter the Flaming Horn tribe. Just go.

In his heart, Shao Xuan quickly followed the people ahead and walked into the place he had been searching for.

If there were other Flaming Horn people here, it would certainly be more than that, but biased, at this time, other patrols would be driven away in a broad sense, and this person in a broad sense, who is not from this tribe, would certainly not know its characteristics.

Everyone here in the Flaming Horn tribe knows that this man, in the broad sense of the word, cannot lose his strength to the head of the hunting team today, but he clearly has more strength, but he has not been able to be the head of the hunting team, there is only one reason, this master, he is blind.