Chronicles of Primordial Wars

“Are you really... are you really from over there?” The witch looked somewhere when she asked.

Shao Xuan knew what she meant and nodded: "Yes. ”

“Are you all here? Where did you come from? What about the elder bone ornament you're wearing?” Witches who have always had serious faces and few words on the outside during the week are now anxious to ask several questions in a row.

Shao Xuan answered her questions in turn, saying what he knew about the history of the millennium ago, saying about the life of their other tribe in exile for nearly a millennium, and about returning to their homeland, mentioning other tribes and slave owners in the desert, by the way.

“Slave owners in the desert are at war, and I stumbled into the tunnels of the seabed by chance, and the others remain there.” Shao Xuan said.

After hearing Shao Xuan say that the other tribe has lived alone outside for nearly a thousand years, after such a long and painful life, the witch and the chief conscript Lo's heart is very sour and his eyes are red.

How powerful was the Flaming Horn tribe, as described in the ancestors' records, but a change and internal disagreement a millennium ago divided this powerful tribe into two parts, each straying.

“As for this bone ornament, when I hunted, I found the remains of my ancestors in a cave of stoneworm kings, and this was worn by the ancestor. Later, the witch adorned me with this bone, and when I returned to my place of origin, the spark lit up again in the pond of my place of origin.” Shao Xuan also told us about the flaming giant who appeared at the time.

Heard here, during the weekday, he stood up more heavily than the leader Luo, his voice was heavily altered, and his hands with wooden crutches were shaking.

“Really?! ”

“Really.” Shao Xuan took the bone necklace off and handed it to the witch so she could take a good look.

The witch threw away the cane in her hand. Her hands cautiously took over the bone ornament handed down by Shao Xuan, like holding the world's most precious treasure. Her eyes were pious, and then kneeling down in one direction, two lines of tears flowed through her wrinkled skin and dropped to the ground. It's the first time in her life she's been so disoriented.

Leader Luo was also beside the witch, in that direction, kneeling in the highest courtesy of the Flaming Horn tribe. Although they also had fire ponds here, they were no longer of that nature, and that direction was where their roots were and where the ancestors of Flaming Horn lived.

Boom!

A man pushed the door wide open. The man was angry at the colour of the questioning, but after seeing the chief and the witch on his knees, his face was pale and white, because the position of the door was the direction of the witch's kneeling, and when he came in, he was right in front of the witch and the chief's kneeling.

The man immediately jumped away as if he had been stabbed all over his body. The anger and questioning just now frightened him. He kowtowed. "What happened to the hair? ”

A lot of people, including Dokan and Hiroshi, were crowded not far from the door, but they didn't dare push the door straight in, so they waited outside for the chief to speak. The chief's door here is made of soundproofed wood, they simply cannot hear the conversation inside, they can only suppress the curiosity inside, wait outside anxiously, but now they see the witch and the chief kneeling this scene, the group of people flying apart towards both sides, then look inside with stronger curiosity.

Interrupted by this, the emotions of the chiefs and witches have also converged, and while their hearts are still excited, the most important thing they want to know is already known, and there are other things that are not in a hurry.

Several people were ordered to come in, and the conscription stared at the person who had just broken in recklessly. The other party also knew that it was really inappropriate, grabbed the back of the head, and didn't squeak.

All those called in were the most senior members of the tribe, young and old.

The witch will repeat what Shao Xuan just said and introduce Shao Xuan's identity.

After listening to the witches, one is staring, some people know that history, equally excited and impatient, while others are vague about those, now it sounds very shocking, turns out their tribe is not complete!

“Shao Xuan is so young, it's not easy to find him alone.” An old man sighed, looking at Shao Xuan with love, thinking and adding: “Take care too. ”

Dokang shook his mouth corner: “Shao Xuan is better than Shao Xuan.” How many of you, even if you are here, can be confident that you will beat Shao Xuan? Someone like that needs to be looked after? If he doesn't hit people, it's fine.

“By the way, Shao Xuan, how did you get into the tribe?” Dokan asked. Did the warriors of the tribe nap on patrol time? The doorman left without permission?

Shao Xuan heard rumors and looked at the general meaning of sitting next to Dokan. "I was brought in by Uncle Guangyi. ”

When I heard my name, I looked up at him and everyone looked at him with confusion, and I was more confused in the broad sense: "Did I bring you in?” Obviously, he can't remember Shao Xuan. If he had more time to get along, if he had a fight with Shao Xuan, he would have been more impressed in the broad sense, but he didn't. So now that he sees Shao Xuan's face, he still doesn't like people.

“Yesterday afternoon, when the sun was about to set, you took me to illuminate his house.” Shao Xuan warned.

I thought about it, and I thought, “It's you! ”

The chief and the others saw it in the broad sense, so silent, so heartless: you idiot in the broad sense! Did you know I almost didn't blow the number when I was unprepared today?

Drinking the moisturizing voice of the witch slowed, solemnly said: “Shao Xuan, since you hold the position of elder in that flaming horn tribe, here too. ”

Everyone else looks at the witch. The position of elder has been vacant for many years? Even once it became taboo, because mentioning it would make the witch sad. Now is the ban finally going to be lifted? Or a young man as old as their son's grandson.

With regard to the ancestors and another Flaming Horn tribe, even if there are other thoughts in their hearts, people will not argue back. After all, the emergence of Shao Xuan is really a very important thing for the tribe, let alone the elder bone ornament!

No matter how many others accepted it, the witch frowned and stamped the cane in his hand to calm everyone down. When he turned around and looked at Shao Xuan, the witch's eyes were much slower. He said: "Shao Xuan, you yourself said that you couldn't be sure if you could go safely through the sea passage again. Why don't you stay here for a while and wait for everyone to come up with a proper way to go back together. After all, that's the root of our Flaming Horn tribe! ”

Everyone else agrees that they can't wait to leave and meet their “brothers” who have been separated for years.

Shao Xuan nodded. “Okay.” He also wants to find a better and safer way to bring people back with him. If the people here go back, will the Horn be able to replicate the glory of the past?

After a pause, the witch said: “In two days, the tribe will hold a ceremony to greet Elder Shao Xuan, prepare yourselves. ”

After the important things were said, the witch began to drive people away. When everyone else left, the witch took Shao Xuan to her side and showed Shao Xuan some of the things recorded by his ancestors. Since Shao Xuan was an elder, he was entitled to look at those things, and to record the experience of this branch of them, as well as the changes in the spark.

Where the witch is, no one else is allowed to come in.

Shao Xuan was in a room set up by a witch and looked carefully at the handwriting that had passed down. In the next room, the witch took out the box with the elder bone decoration, and lay three bone decorations inside. The round beads set on the bone decoration were dimly lit and incomparable with the one Shao Xuan was wearing, like a rusty sword, wearing a kind of stale dusty and heavy feeling.

Looking at the three bone accessories, the witch decides to take out the three bone accessories at the ceremony, and maybe, when she sees her compatriots, they'll be happy?