Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Ever since Shao Xuan knew the consequences of his training there, the patrolling warriors' interest was to wait there after the snow had been swept away.

The branches were also opened, and they directly retracted the temporary resting point and turned it into a shelter.

The people who were supposed to patrol wanted to make an open-air rest point the way it was, but that would also freeze and catch the cold wind.

One day, Shao Xuan suddenly remembered a method to teach them to make a large ice brick with a simple grinder and water. The water in the river had been frozen so thick that they could not go there to beat the ice. They had to melt themselves with snow, and then pour it into the grinder and freeze it outside for a while. Not much breathing, it would soon form ice bricks, very efficient.

Such ice bricks are quickly accepted by tribal people, and even some non-rotating fighters come out to help.

Nowadays, from the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, there are "I” shapes of ice houses. The foundation of the ice house is also made of ice, which is high enough to go beyond the snow and then build a house on it.

The soldiers on patrol, while they patrol, sweep the snow, run to the ice house to rest, drink some hot water and warm up, where they can see further afield. People in the tribe who have been locked up at home also run over for two laps because of fresh curiosity.

Shao Xuan also feared that these people would suffer from snow blindness for a long time and warned them, but so far, no snow blindness has occurred.

“Look, the elders are pushing snow again!” The man lying in the icehouse window looked out and said.

“Where? Get out of the way! ”

Three small windows, grabbed by someone to look at.

These ice houses were built close to Shao Xuan's first road, and Shao Xuan follows a new road every day.

Looking at the heights, you can see a man walking slowly in the white snow covered in flames. And in front of him, it was like there was a giant white bug moving down the hill.

Beyond the shock at first sight, now patrolling fighters have treated this as daily entertainment. Tribes worship strong people, not to mention what kind of cold they have to endure when walking in the snow in the stormy weather, say about pushing snow, they have also tried, unfortunately, the bright and blind snow, stacked together is especially strong and heavy, they can't push it for only a few moments, unjustly they still feel they have a lot of strength during the week.

Dokan walked in from the outside and filmed the snow on his body, asking, "How's the post down the hill? ”

“Tao argued that they were continuing to do it today, saying that they were going to do it higher so that they could stand on top of it and see the distance without going out to freeze.” A soldier said.

“The ice brick whistles are good, but don't be lazy, I'm going to check!” Dokan scolded.

“Yes, promise not to lazy! ”

“Hmm.” Dokan responded, pulling the person by the window aside, looking out, "Let me see how Shao Xuan pushed Snow. ”

Isn't the soldier standing next to you just to grab the window? He also deliberately spoke with a tiger's face.

Down the hill, across the river, a high base post was made, and large blocks of ice were constantly sent over there.

After dozens of posts, the fighters were idle and tried to connect them again, creating a passage with ice bricks, so that there was no need for snowstorms when walking, and it looked like a wall had been built.

Looking at this corridor, which is comparable to the walls of the city, the soldiers on patrol have become more vigorous. This kind of snowy weather is not without a bit of fun, it is another experience for those who are leisurely.

Beasts in the mountain forest rarely appear now, and it is not possible to go out hunting in this weather. Good thing you have more stock, you won't starve, save some food, and you can go on as long as such wind and snow weather won't last.

And a lot of people in the tribe didn't know that there was a 50-member team, and it was snowing out of the mountains. These people were sent out by the chiefs and wizards, who, although they may have missed the most important ritual of the tribe's year, allowed them to be absent because, in the eyes of the witches and chiefs, this matter is more important than the ritual of sacrifice and concerns the future of the tribe.

The person leading the team is Xiang Chen, slightly younger than Dokan, and is also a senior Totem warrior, except that he has been absent from the tribe for most of the past year.

Xiang Chen was the first group of people to follow Shao Xuan to the beach, from the tribe to the beach road, he has walked twice, this is the third time.

This time, Tatsune was instructed to take someone to the beach to see what was happening there. What are you doing out on such a cold day?

But the witch and the chief want such a cold day!

Even the wizards and chiefs hope that, if it is true as they think it is, the longer the cold weather lasts, the better.

The path to Chen is different from the path Shao Xuan took when he first found the tribe. When Shao Xuan first went from the sea to the tribe, it was almost along a straight line, but it was harder to go that way, and when the tribes later went to the sea, they all took another route.

They struggled to get out of the mountains and passed through Anjou, finding that even winter was not too cold for Anba City, but now there was no one outside the city.

The towers on the walls were shadowed and nowhere else. They wanted to go to Amba City to find a place to rest and get something to eat, and now it doesn't look like the plan worked. The gates are closed and no one outside is allowed to enter.

“Keep walking.” Say hello to the others.

Compared to the mountain forests, there is less snow here. Perhaps in the eyes of these people in Amba City, it has been millennia of heavy snow, and walking is very difficult and troubling. But Xiang Chen and others who came out of the mountain forest didn't think so.

Here's snow, just deep waist.

Every time I meet someone on the road and hear them talking, "This snow is already deep, how can life go by?", I can't help but say to Chen a few people: “It's just deep waist, so I'm surprised. If you go to the mountain forest, will you be scared out of your eyes?! ”

Midway has also encountered hijacking, only rarely. In this weather, professional hijackers are reluctant to come out. All of them are amateurs. People forced out by the wind and snow, because of the cold and famine, their eyes become fierce, with an attitude of immunity. Unfortunately, Xiang Chen are not merciful generations. It is so easy to soften their hearts that they cannot live to this day. If these hijackers are just begging for soft words, maybe they can split up a little bit of food for Chen, but don't blame them for standing in front of them with a knife.

Bright blood splashed on the snow and quickly froze with the snow water. Those who fall there, are lucky to be covered in snow and hidden, and unfortunately will be the target of other hungry and desperate people.

Walking along the way, I have seen too much of Chen.

The further forward, the thinner the snow layer.

Sinking into the heart of the sun. Though he didn't want to see such a snowfall, according to the witch and the chief, it might be best if the cold weather persisted, and most importantly, if the sea was frozen? That's all witches expect.

Witches say that if the sea is frozen, keep walking. If it's a big ice formation, this is the chance, they can go back to the place where they left for a thousand years, come together with the other one, and maybe the Flaming Horn has a chance to cure their "hidden disease." Who doesn't want to live more than twice as long? Without another twenty or thirty years of hunting, you have to consider withdrawing from the hunting team and watching other tribes hunt bravely in the mountains and forests.

Think tragic.

Don't freeze, don't!

Leaving Amba City, passing through other smaller towns and cities like Amba City, the gates are closed with a heavy sense of seriousness, just like the hearts and minds of people in the city. And there, the snow just goes to the thigh.

Moving on, the feeling of bad in Chen's heart is getting stronger and stronger.

When he finally stepped onto the semi-desert area, he gasped at Chen and looked far away. Here, the snow only reaches their knees.

Keep moving, step by step, into this once arid zone.

There are camels searching for ice on the ground, and the fur on them grows, squeezing together to warm up, eating snow to replenish the moisture.

When they saw the pedestrian Xiangchen, the camels sprinkled their hooves and ran away.

He didn't go after Chen, he still had food on him, and he wasn't in the mood to go hunting. His footsteps were even more urgent and he headed straight to the sea.

The tall column-shaped cactus stood there like an ice-cold, like a thorn, stabbed with blood dripping into the hearts of the people.

Sea water, no ice!

Only close to the coast is some of the ice frozen, but the ice, compared to the ice in the artificial river in front of the tribe, is not enough to see, can people walk on it?!

Not to mention, far from the coast, the water is still flowing and the wind lifts the waves and slaps them on the frozen ice.

Blue sea water, snow-covered sandstone, two colors of impact, may say to some, it is a rare beauty, however, to Chen and others are disappointed.

It's like losing all your strength, getting tired along the way, kneeling on the sandstone covered with a thin layer of snow, punching the ground out of the pit.

One way, broken.

They don't even know if there's any hope of surviving this sea in their lifetime.

How long is a man's life? For those who do almost the same thing every day, it seems to pass at a glance. Xiang Chen sees an aging person sitting at the door of the house chopping wood and rubbing the grass rope. And the next tribe, people their own age, drag their prey everyday.

I can't stop thinking about it.

Sigh, with strong disappointment, to the Chen pedestrian back to the tribe, not to mention them, the witch will probably cry beside the fire pond when he finds out.

When do we wait to get back to where we came from? Where is the road?

They don't know anyone.