Chronicles of Primordial Wars

When Shao Xuan walked out of the inner room, the witch's serious face rarely revealed a smile, “Did you see all that? ”

“Well, I've seen it.” Shao Xuan came to the witch and sat on the beast leather mat on the ground with his tray legs. It's always hard for the witch to look up at him. He's got a sore neck for the old lady.

“The ancestors have always wanted to return to their place of origin. Every year we send someone to the sea to see if there is an opportunity to go, but every year we get the result of disappointment. I didn't expect to meet you.” The witch mourned.

“I don't know if I can make it there now, then I was forced to survive, but I don't know if I can make it again, why don't I go see it again?” Shao Xuan asked.

“Never!” The witch hurry to stop, she doesn't want Shao Xuan to take this risk, rarely encounter someone on the other side, what if something happens? You can't cry.

Shao Xuan recalled the experiences of his ancestors as documented on the skin roll of the beast, and thought about the ones he had encountered. “When I came from the bottom of the sea, there were only some dried seaweed in the passage. There was nothing else. I had not seen the red blue flowers as documented by my ancestors. ”

“So don't take any chances, you can wait, but without people, there's nothing you can do.” The witch persuaded, waiting to say some more words of persuasion, what did you think? She was shocked and looked incredibly at Shao Xuan. "You, you... can you read the witch roll?! ”

The plain text records did not say what red blue flowers were on the channel. Only the scrolls were specifically depicted. Those who did not understand the scrolls could not know these. She wouldn't have remembered it so clearly if she hadn't transcribed it herself and looked at it often.

“Yes.” Shao Xuan thought that there would be some other changes after the people here had incorporated the spark into their bodies, and they might be able to understand the magic scroll, but now it doesn't seem that way.

“Can't anyone see?” Shao Xuan asked.

“Can anyone on your side see it?” Witches are even more shocked.

Shao Xuan shook his head: “Our side, besides the witch, is the only one I can understand. ”

“Are you over there?!” The witch asked in surprise.

“No, I am an elder, we have witches, about your age, but he has developed an excellent heir. ”

“Why don't you?!” At this moment, the old lady's brain replenishes the various pieces of you that slave owners have unleashed to fight for power, and I pit your code.

The tribal sparks over there were not integrated with people, and there were far fewer people who could see the wizard paintings than there were on their side. According to ancestors, almost everyone who could understand that year became a tribal wizard, just as they had been soaked a thousand years ago. Therefore, the old lady felt that since the tribe over there had a gift comparable to the fierce man of the day, the tribe's witch should cultivate Shao Xuan!

If you have a chance to meet the old man, you must discuss it with him! Witch hearts say that.

“No, he said it many times, and I refused.” Shao Xuan explained. This black pot can't let that old man back.

“Why won't you be?” The old lady is strange, the tribe has not found the most suitable heir yet. Although there are a few people who can read some of the things on the witch roll, they cannot really understand it, and they need to cultivate it for longer, far less than Shao Xuan.

“I don't fit.” Shao Xuan said. You can't tell the old lady that he was born idle, running around, and always causing trouble. Such a person would be a witch, wondering if it would take the tribe in strange directions. Moreover, in such a large environment, Shao Xuan does not believe that his survival wisdom is comparable to those people.

She also wanted to persuade Shao Xuan to take over her seat. When she heard this, the witch swallowed the words back. She wanted to accuse Shao Xuan, but couldn't help it. The muscles on her face were trembling due to complex emotional changes, and suddenly she had an urge to kowtow to her deceased ancestors in order to vent the emotions in her heart like a beast.

After talking to the witch, Shao Xuan only came out of it.

As soon as Shao Xuan came out, he was blocked. The chief took him to the top of the mountain, where it was an empty land, and now he was busy and hot. A stone was barricaded, and a large piece of wood was moved in by one roof, and the sound of cutting was constantly heard.

The house is being built here. The chief asked Luo Jean to build it for Shao Xuan.

“It may not be fully built by tonight. You can sleep at my place today for a night. It will be built tomorrow. You don't have to worry about anything.” Xuanluo pointed over there and yelled at the occasional curiosity over there: “Pay attention to what is at hand, don't look aside! Look who it is! You almost chopped your hand off! ”

Those who were yelled at by the chief quickly retracted their gaze. Even though their hearts were curious about Shao Xuan's raw face, the chief was here, and they did not dare to wander unconsciously.

After taking Shao Xuan to see the house under construction, he continued to walk on the mountain, introducing some of the more special parts of the tribe along the way, such as the sacrificial ritual fire pond, such as the warehouse where things were concentrated.

Shao Xuan felt like he was entering the crowd of monkeys, surrounded by curious gaze, like looking at rare things, not paying attention, surrounded by a circle of people, being dragged and yelled at, the crowd spreading apart, later, new people came together, the chief yelled again, the crowd spreading apart, constantly repeating the process.

No wonder they were curious, before the noise of Dokan, frightened the tribe people to wait with knives and spears, but eventually ended up in silence by the chief, the leader, etc., and the cause of the incident was just because of a young face, it is said that this face is still their Horn Man!!

Could it be the tribe's bloodshed?

But even the people who were left behind did not come back to be personally accompanied by the chief. Years ago, there were people who disappeared for a long time due to an accident. They came back with their wives and children. They didn't see the witches and the chiefs treating them like this. Look at the smile on the chief's face. For the first time, they found that the chief could still smile so affectionately. Pfft, they could see that their soles were all goosebumps.

What happened down the hill and the bosses, an odd look on the elders' faces, and the welcoming ceremony that they were told would take place two days later, made the tribes curious, like those bubbles in the boiling water, grunt and grunt.

Dorri, Dorkong's son, was gathering with Tao Wang and others to gossip. Shortly after they had been yelled out by the chief, they were roasting meat and discussing Shao Xuan.

As he was saying, Tao Qiang hit the beast leg with his elbow for many miles, his chin pointed in one direction, indicating that he looked over there.

Dory looked up and saw his father's thoughtful appearance never far past. I couldn't even care less to wipe my mouth. Dory held the leg of the beast and ran that way, screaming in his mouth.

“Father, Father...”

“I haven't returned to Spark yet, howl what howl?!” Dokan scolded in disgust. Tribes will also be cremated in a fire pond after death, believing that the souls of those who have passed away will return to the spark, with their ancestors and with their followers.

“Aren't you afraid you'll run away?” Dory graciously handed himself a missing leg to his father.

Dokan looked at the leg of the beast and ignored it, intending to leave.

“Hey, don't go. Tell me about Shao Xuan.” Dory hurried.

Sitting beside the fire, the barbecue of the meat and others soared their ears, afraid to miss a word.

If it had been in the past, Dokan would have found those people eavesdropping, but now he's in the middle of nowhere paying attention to the others.

Dokan looked at his son with curiosity and thought about how to describe two separate tribes of the same origin.

A little silence, he said, “If, I tell you..."

“Hmm! Tell me what?!” Dory looked forward to seeing his father.

Tao Qiang et al. got their ears up higher and wanted to stretch them a little longer at this time so they could eavesdrop more clearly.

“If, I tell you, you have a brother...”

Dory sniffed his hand, almost shaking off the leg of the beast in his hand.

“Brother... brother? What brothers?” Dory stumbled.

And I thought about the words, and I continued, "My father, my mother, was born with you, my brother! ”

Dory's leg fell off.