Chronicles of Primordial Wars

This horn that Dokan carries with him came from a little tribe that he knew hundreds of years ago when the tribe first arrived here in the mountains. The tribe is skilled in craftsmanship and craftsmanship, such as the beast horn bone, among which is the trumpet, and even the slave owners may not be able to compete in this line of work.

This gift was received by the then head of the Hunting Team of the Flaming Horn tribe, because it sounded strange and sounded like the roar of some very powerful predator in the mountain forest, so it was not commonly used. It has been said that such noises can keep many beasts out of the woods.

The horn, though small, is of excellent texture. Hundreds of years later, there was no damage other than some scratches, because there were other wooden or leather posts that worked during the hunt, and this horn was then used exclusively to indicate an emergency, but it was also about a major tribal event, and the horn was passed on to one hunting team leader after another.

Since Dokan took over as the head of this hunting team, the tribe has been quite peaceful. Even if there are small things, they can be solved by the warriors in a timely manner. They have not encountered anything important about the tribe, so they have not used the trumpet. And now he takes out this trumpet.

Woo--

The big black horn of the slap suddenly sounded like a mountain forest beast howling, and the sound broke the tribe's peaceful atmosphere.

Having just experienced the roundabout, a lot of people are busy dealing with the prey they catch, hearing this horn, most have not yet reacted to what is going on, only some older people who have experienced the previous hunting team's big boss blowing the horn will react when they hear the horn.

Haven't heard it in years, now when they hear it, they all have an incredible feeling, wondering if their ears are wrong, but seeing that everyone else is the same serious face, some of them scared the white face, know it's not their own illusion, it really belongs to the big head of the hunting team the special trumpet, it sounds again.

When such a voice appeared before, it mostly meant disputes or killings.

Young warriors and young children are somewhat confused, but older elders do not hesitate to stop what they are doing and greet everyone to put aside what is at hand for the time being. Tribes may have a great crisis. Only this is the big thing about the entire tribe that will make the big leaders blow the horn, and for other reasons, they cannot think of it.

Mountain people reacted similarly, especially the chiefs, the witches, and some of the tribally prestigious people, who were suddenly discolored.

“What's going on? Dokan blew it?!” The chief ran out of the house and asked.

“I don't know, coming from down the hill. ”

“Get over there! ”

Some people had just picked two bites to eat and thrown a bowl and ran over. Some people rushed to the toilet halfway. The witch who had just negotiated with the chief was not a combatant. She was too old to run around. She stayed in the mountains to sit in town.

One by one, the shadows ran down the hill, the other residents of the tribe, the less powerful elderly and the children went into the house to hide, even the nastiest children went into the house, while the soldiers took the weapons at their disposal. In just two or three breaths, the whole tribe changed its atmosphere and entered a state of readiness.

Those big little beasts in the circle are also a little shaky at this moment, can't help it, the Flaming Horn Man who is in a state of readiness is terrible!

Though the Flaming Cape tribe is located on a vast mountain, it does not take long to reach the location of Dokan from the mountain with their power as chiefs and generalists.

Originally, those who rushed from the mountains thought it was other tribes invading, or powerful ferocious beasts attacking tribes, but when they arrived, they found that they did not see any very threatening ferocious beast, and the one who buried his head in the beast circle ignored it. And look around, apart from a few young people who are stuck there, there are no other tribal people. Big things about tribes usually happen on a larger scale, but the situation here is completely different from what they think.

“Dokan, what happened?!” The chief swept around and asked.

The same doubts were expressed by other people who arrived in succession. The first time they arrived, they searched for the beast. If they did not find the beast, they searched for someone from other tribes. The sight stayed a little longer on Tao and Tao. The eyes asked what was going on, but they were also half ignorant. They did not understand Dokan's behavior at all, even the horn was the first time they heard it. They just knew there was such a trumpet. When they were little, they heard the elders say that they had fantasized about competing for the head of the hunting team in the future and picking up that trumpet. However, seeing Dokan blow the horn with his own eyes, both of them were shocked and the eyeballs were staring out.

When Dokan was blowing the trumpet, he did not expect such a misunderstanding. At that time, he had no room in his mind to think about anything else. At that time, he heard the chief's question before returning to God, but did not answer. Instead, he raised a red face and raised his fingers.

Leader Luo followed Dokan's point of view and frowned. There was a strange young man standing there, but he could feel that the other person belonged to the Flaming Horn, who was a member of their tribe, not an outside enemy. When I was about to ask Dokan what the problem was, Xuanluo's pupils shrunk and his eyes widened. He didn't seem to believe it. He quickly walked over to Shao Xuan's side and looked closely at the bone accessory necklace that Shao Xuan was wearing. Most importantly, he decorated the flaming red ball with a bright glow on the bone.

When you see the ball, forgiveness is always a steady chief conscription, and you can't help but breathe.

“You…” The sound of the conscription trembled uncontrollably, "You…”

Shao Xuan looked at the person in front of him, who had said something too exciting to his detriment, and grinned. “Do you remember the Flaming Horn tribe in the Vicious Mountain Forest? ”

A lot of people don't understand that. Where's the Beast Forest? Isn't there a lot of beasts in this mountain forest? Which one is it now?

But as a chief, it's very clear, and that's why the idea behind it is once again defined.

“You... you come with me!” Neither does it say much that he urgently needs a witch now to prove once again that, although his heart has defied that speculation, after all, nearly a millennium has passed and those whom his ancestors have not met for generations have now suddenly appeared before them without warning, and no one can believe it all at once.

He dragged Shao Xuan up the hill and ran away. He left everyone here confused, stuck and stuck. His reaction to the chief and the leader was so huge. What the hell is going on? Is there any more crisis? Do you want to dissolve the people who came together?

Dokan, who has returned to God, hastened to keep up, ignored other people's queries, where does he have time to talk to these people, and, without the word of a witch, he is not able to talk to people about more things, only let the gathered people disperse, and then spread his feet towards the mountain.

Others may not know about the bone ornament, but Dokan remembered it. After all, at the sacrifice ceremony when he took over as head of the hunting team, he made a vow by touching the box with the bone ornament. It belonged to his ancestors, and he was told stories about the bone decorations.

The witch who was sitting on the mountain had a worrying face. It always felt like something was going to happen, but it didn't seem like a big deal. What was it?

Hearing the movement, the witch looked up and saw a young man hastily pulled by, and the wind came running like a wind. Haven't seen a witch so anxious since he took over as chief.

“What...” the witch rose up, not finished talking, his eyes looked at the bone accessory on Shao Xuan's neck with a sense of emotion, shouting out: “Elder bone accessory?! ”

No mistake, it's elder bone trim!

She kept three in her hand, but all three bone trims were dimly lit, like she was asleep. Once witches felt that their ancestors were disappointed in their actions, so many witches left with guilt, but now, this strange young man standing in front of them, wearing the dome in the elder bone ornament, is the story of his ancestors, the kind of round bead with a flaming red glow like a totem!