Chronicles of Primordial Wars

When Shao Xuan was in the free trade area, he sanded the stone tool every night during his free time before taking out the crystal stone.

Because the skin of the animal was selling quickly, many of the Horned Horn people were left idle for the next few days. Shao Xuan asked them to find the stone, and then picked the satisfied stone from it, grinding it to the stone tools they needed.

The way back is what geography, how the mountains are, how the vegetation is distributed, how many species of flora and fauna are in the mountains, and so on. Shao Xuan understands this from people like Dokang, so when he grinds stone tools, he already figured out what kind of traps and sockets to arrange. Even if there is no crystal stone, according to Dokan's past experience, there will be a lot of hijackings. In the Amba Free Trade Zone, many people can tell you a joke the day before, and the next day you can ambush the killer in the mountain forest.

In order to trade outside, the mind is necessary, so Shao Xuan made these stone tools in order to prevent too many people from being hunted down in case of need.

Stone is not like gold, so long as there are no special needs, the requirements for stone are not very high. The stones that can be used are everywhere in the mountain forest. Unlike golden utensils, they are wasted and painful. For many tribesmen, a small dagger can be cherished and rare. Of course, it is impossible to throw the golden utensils out as darts. If they are thrown away, they cannot be recovered. It must be heartbreaking.

Obviously, the same idea applies to those who were hunted down by the Yan Yan faction. They inquired about the past behavior of the Horners and about the past, but never heard that they would use large-scale traps and darknesses when they returned, so they didn't care to chase them. At first, it was because the Flaming Horn did not follow the original route, they did not see the figure, and they were excited to continue the chase until they heard a slight bounce of fine lines.

It's like a flying bird from a tree, and then they're faced with a thick, numb prick.

It was so sudden that even if they reacted quickly, they could not completely avoid these sudden bursts of wood.

One of the men in the team waved the sword in his hand, and the shadow formed a shield, blocking the wooden prick coming from the face, while the toe slipped away, quickly bouncing away, trying to avoid these pricks, but when he landed again, he stepped on one thing, just felt like a fine rope suddenly pulled out of the foot, and then came the wooden prick from the side, not only that, every time he pushed one step away, he always triggered a leash hidden somewhere, then a round of attacks.

One person does this, so many people in the team, as long as one or two of them trigger a trap, if they panic, they trigger other links to prevent defense.

Wood spurs are not as hard as gold stone, but when it fires fast, it can still hurt people, and there are other things on the spurs that, once the skin of the body surface is broken, the toxin on them spreads with the blood, not lethal, but can cause them a lot of trouble and affect their speed of pursuit.

Boom!

A slight chirp suddenly erupted in the air with a fine yellow powder, like fog, spreading quickly.

Anyone who can get out of the circle has already jumped away, whatever it is, or avoided well. And the person who was attacked by the wooden prick thought it might be poison, holding his breath, waiting to block the wooden prick and jump outside the scope of the attack before breathing again after seeing the faint yellow smoke disperse.

When it finally stopped, the leader looked at the person lying on the ground and said “waste”. The gaze moves to a tree beside you, where there are more than a dozen fine wooden spikes. He carefully moved over to make sure nothing else was triggered before reaching out and quickly removing a leaf, wrapping a wooden thorn around it and pulling it out of the trunk.

This is a wooden prick broken down from a plant in the mountains, with some traces of brown and green at the tail of the prick, indicating that they were not broken down for long.

In the mountain forest, there are a lot of these plants, just a lot of animals are rough meat, these wooden thorns are not much of a threat to the beasts with thick fur, but people can't do it, neither thick fur covering nor armor wearing, after the trick will be affected by the toxins on the wooden thorns, good thing these toxins are not strong and will not kill.

Tribes love these little things! The leader said.

It's just, who set that rainy attack up again and again?

Ambush? Or was it the Horn Man who left?

There is a hint of sweetness around, I don't know if it's the floral scent on the tree or something.

The leader threw away the wooden prick on his hand, frowned tightly and swept his eyes around him in shadow. Even after several rounds of attacks, they still found no trace of the trap.

“Keep chasing!” Others intend to move on without caring for those affected by the toxins who have fallen to the ground.

“Behind you all be careful, those tribesmen love to use little things!” The leader said. In their view, these are little tricks made up of wood and flowers.

However, just two steps out, I don't know who stepped on what, only listened to a short "whoop” of vine bouncing noise, the nerves in everyone's brain suddenly tightened, holding onto the weapon in their hands, the leader pulled a copper shield from one person in the team, watching the direction of the sound with vigilance.

Instead of waiting for a new round of woodsprick attacks, however, they saw a few strange moon-like wooden appliances flying out, not towards them, but away from them.

Instead of being blocked by thick trunks and dense branches, the flying wooden apparatus passes precisely through the void between the branches in the forest, it rushes out of the leaves to block them, along the arc and flying far away.

Boom, boom!

I don't know what the flying wooden apparatus hit, anyway, I heard the sound, the chaser's heart jumped, nerves tightened again.

The wooden apparatus struck something and flew in another direction, followed by some dense clamor.

Realizing what it was, the leader shouted, "It's a leaf bee! Get out of here!”

Unlike the buzzing sounds of other mountain bees when flying, the flying sounds of leaf-piercing bees are special, similar to the buzzing sounds of arrowheads passing through them, which are two to three times larger than regular bees and fly faster, because there is a cone-shaped hardcoat in front of the head that can easily pass through the leaves and be stabbed by them, with much worse consequences than wood stabbing.

“There's a hive of leafy bees around here!!” Leading the way.

Leaf-piercing bees generally do not actively attack, but when they get angry, they are aggressive, and the hive of leaf-piercing bees is huge. Almost every hive in the mountain forest will occupy a whole tree, and the number of bees will naturally be high. With the exception of those beasts dressed in thick skins who are eager to steal honey and gifted, other beasts in the woods revere the hive of the leaf-piercing bee.

And these hunters, obviously, had no idea that the Horn of Fire would have walked this path through the Leaf Bee, and those flying out of the wooden appliances just now, the target was the Leaf Bee's Hive!

The hive was attacked and the leafy bees were angry.

Just listen to the pounding of the leaves through and you'll see the emotions of the leaf bees at this point.

As soon as they heard it was the leaf bees, the others in the team panicked, quickly spread out to distract the leaf bees. If the leaf bees went after the others, they could escape the robbery themselves.

But even if they split again, there's always a leaf bee chasing them.

It's those light yellow powders with a slight sweet smell!!

Think of the reason, the leader's heart is angry and bored, if there is a frontal killing, it is nothing, it annoys the tribal people these little tricks, can kill people!

Those wearing leaf bees, they also have a lot of swords on the ground, but the more so, the more furious the wearing leaf bees are. Lin Zhongchung continued to whisper.

A man, hiding through the leaf bee, touched the leaf cord, was hung with his foot, before waiting for him to hold the sword to cut the vine, with a big clip on both sides with pointy stone cones like the mouth of a giant beast, clamped him, not even a cry.

Time, blood gas spreads.

Similar things happen everywhere else, either tied up or falling into a pit, and then there's the real killer.

The sound of leafy bees, dense pounding as rain, and the screaming of chasers, mixed together in the woods.

At the foot of the hill, the two teams were in a hurry, exactly those of the Flaming Horn and River Thai tribes.

They can hear a little movement on the mountain, not only the flaming horn team, the Thai River tribe team, but also from time to time take their eyes to Shao Xuan.

They didn't know what Shao Xuan had done. After changing the way, Shao Xuan told them to hurry to the road, ignoring the traces left on the ground. Then Shao Xuan took several people with him and asked for some medicine before leaving.

Because of the safety of the two teams, the people of the Thai River tribe did not hide anything, and Shao Xuan gave them everything they wanted. The kind of powder that attracts leaf bees is made by people in the Thai River. Dare to walk near the Leaf Bee Hive, also because Thai River people have a way of avoiding leaf bee crossing.

The team waited at the foot of the mountain for a while before Shao Xuan came back with people. It was just a strange look on the face of the people who came back, some confused, some anticipation.

Dokan is one of them. He thought Shao Xuan was carrying them to stop the hunters, but he didn't expect Shao Xuan to stop them at a point in the mountain, then assign a mission, breaking wood, cutting wood, looking for vines, then Shao Xuan carried his wooden box, took those things and walked up the mountain for a while, and started laying them out.

Shao Xuan said he could block the steps of those people. Dokang disbelieved them, but now he hears the movement coming from the mountain. It's really possible that it's like Shao Xuan said.

Hurrah...

A group of flying birds flew over the line.

“The birds...” The Thai tribes looked into the sky and followed the flying birds, looking at the mountain behind them that kept moving.

Those birds are rotten birds, smell blood from afar, and then feed on the smell.

When hunting in the mountains and woods, they also judge what's happening somewhere based on the movement of the rotten birds, and now the rotten birds fly where the flamingos set their traps.

“Are all those people dead?” Someone on the team asked Shao Xuan.

“It's not that easy.” Shao Xuan replied, "But a few more times later, there shouldn't be much left. ”

A few more times…

The people of Flaming Horn and the people of the Thai River looked up at Shao Xuan at the same time and moved their gaze away and drove silently.