Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Shao Xuan had previously heard that there was a “root” of the flaming horn on the ground, which is the fire vein, the spark is not connected to the fire vein, nor will it be complete.

Today, the spark is connected to the flames and completely detached from beneath the pond, with only some blue flame bottoms, like a flame flower blooming on the pond.

As planned, the first phase was to remove the spark from the fire pond, and now the first phase is successfully completed.

Watching the sparks floating above the pond, the old witches and O. From today on, everything is going to change, and in the days to come, there will be no more sparks in the pond. The “root” of the homeland, it's gone.

But now is not the time to think, and the two witches look at each other, raise their hands, and reach forward to the fire in the pond.

The second phase is about to begin.

After the sparks break out of the pond, the second stage is to evacuate the sparks that would have melted into their human bodies.

The two witches recite the spell at the same time, and the power of the witch reaches into the fire pond with a blue flame.

The flames in the pond shout, shout, swing, like they're summoning something.

Tsuruo et al., the appearance of totems like molten magma on the body surface, the brighter, the brightest, as if there was a shiny light source in their body, the light emerged from the totem pattern on their body, the brighter, the brighter.

However, when the brightness peaks, you can see a little bit of Mars coming out of the totem, and then Mars expands into a flame, burning along the totem, and finally a little detachment from them and converges over their bodies. This is similar to the variation of the fires on the ground.

Starting with the hands and feet, with a little flame detachment, the bright totem starts to darken and the color darkens.

Palms, elbows, upper arms, shoulders...

Ankles, knees, thighs...

Until all the flames converged on the eyebrows, the totem pattern on the face turned dark, only the eyebrows were a little bright, only a little small, but shiny, such as a shrinking little sun, eventually this little light, detached from their bodies, floated out, and converged back towards the pond.

Thousands of luminous spots, such as the upgraded summer night fireflies, rush towards the fire pond.

The flames that float above the pond shine more brightly as these pouring light spots shine, illuminating the surroundings as if they were daylight.

When the last light comes in, the flames in the pond make a “whoop” sound, like satisfied excitement, beating, howling. In the flames, the totem is particularly bright, like the sharp corner on the head of a giant beast, can't wait to rush out and show its power.

Sparks, born of the heavens and the earth, and when it changes, the people of the earth can clearly feel that there seems to be a terrifying pounding of air between them.

Phase two, extraction of the spark is complete!

Seeing this, the two witches feel a little at ease, but do not relax, the last step must be cautious and careful!

If the tribe decided to keep the original spark, it would be over here, and although it had been divided for a thousand years, the spark was now truly complete. Two halves of the spark, plus the flames, all fused together, this is what a truly complete spark looks like. After a thousand years left, the spark finally replenishes!

The deceased ancestors can rest assured. And the guilt that has been gathering in the hearts of the conscripts and others has finally dissipated.

The old wizard took a sigh of sigh, and since he had decided to go that way, he had to go steadfastly, without hesitation or distraction.

Next to the second stage, to the last and most critical step, they have to integrate the entire spark into every fighter.

The sound of the witch's curse grows higher and higher, the flames in the fire pond burst into the sky, such as a piercing knife pulled suddenly from the ground, and the tip of the knife goes straight into the sky. This worldly soldier is like breaking this endless night.

The flames that penetrate the clouds at the top illuminate the thick clouds above the sky, and the layered clouds are like being lit, and this change is spreading outward from the center of the flame.

Heavy clouds, gradually turning red, are so spectacular across the clouds above the homeland, and this change continues.

Beneath the sky, in the otherwise dark mountain forests, in the distant and undulating mountain ranges, the endless mountain forests on the ground, and the long rivers that wind towards the end of nowhere, etc., are all coated with fire.

Under the sight, in the mountains and forests, the flock of birds flying at night, the different species of birds mixed together, shouting, whether or not their own species of birds, all flew up into the sky, vibrating their wings vigorously in the direction away from the flaming horn tribe, a large flock of birds densely numb, like a cloud of activity, flying far away.

Sleeping beasts, or nocturnal predators who prey at night, are also struck by this vision, yelling, and the voices echo among the infinite mountain forests.

Within the Banshi tribe, the sparks in the fire pond have shrunk to the size of peas, as if they were going to extinguish at the next moment.

“What's going on?! What the hell is going on?” Chieftain Wanshi shouted loudly with the clothes of Wanshi Witches and his eyes filled with unchecked fear.

Even the last time the Horn Tribes came here to light a spark, they didn't encounter this kind of power, which gave them a sense of fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Why is this happening?

Looking up at the sky, the red clouds of the sky were spreading over their tribes, and then towards the mountains and forests, where the sky, a flame of red, was like the whole sky above burning.

Is that fire seed's power?

Why would a spark have such power?

This has never happened to any of the other big tribes!

The young Wanshi witch, who was held hostage, did not answer, because he himself was frightened. Before, he just felt uneasy and thought something would happen, but he did not expect such a shocking vision of heaven and earth! It made him think of a rumor he had heard in the desert, a rumor about the sparks, about the ancestors of the slave owners...

How is that possible?

He had spent a great deal of time trying to find answers from the slave owners, but he had never succeeded, just touching the corners. But how did the Flaming Horn find out? Where did they find the answer?!

The more Wanshi wants, the colder he feels in his heart.

Spark suppression, their tribe is too close, don't say that Spark, the warriors of their Banshi tribe, they were also struck spiritually, the momentum between the heavens and the earth made them tremble, the pores all over them like they were going to blow up, as if they were standing at the edge of a flaming pond at this time, that strong sense of exclusion made them suffer from bone to skin.

Slave owners, by comparison, are much more relaxed, and although they are equally uncomfortable in such an atmosphere, they are at least more able to carry it than 10,000 stone warriors. At this time, it is not said, they also know that something is going on in the mountain forest, and only the Flaming Horn tribe can cause such a change in the mountain forest.

With that in mind, the slave owners had to regret something. If they had known, they would have agreed to attack the Flaming Horn tribes when half of the forces were out. If they were unable to do so, at least they would have caused them a lot of trouble. Perhaps the change would not have happened so quickly.

At the same time, there have been varying degrees of variation in sparks across the continent.

Inside the reckless tribe.

Above Bamboo Mountain, reckless tribal witches looked in the direction of the fierce beast mountain forest, and their eyes revealed the color of doubt.

“Witch, what happened? I always feel a little... uncomfortable.” The reckless tribe leader felt a heartbeat from the beginning, and he thought through the recent events and couldn't find a reason.

Not only are the leaders of reckless tribes, but others are more or less able to feel them. The more advanced the Totem warriors, the more intelligent the people, the stronger the feeling is, making them unable to sleep.

The reckless tribal witch looked in that direction and felt it in detail, "This breath was emitted by the flaming horn spark. ”

“Flaming Horn Tribe? What happened to them?” The leader of the reckless tribe was uncertain, and the other day he heard that the Flaming Horn tribe had gone to the desert and brought out a lot of people, not knowing who they were, not knowing exactly what the Flaming Horn people were going to do. He had also speculated as to whether the Horns had taken many slaves out of the desert, but from what he had heard, they did not look like slaves. So far they haven't figured it out.

“I don't know, but the Flamingos spark is changing dramatically. Such a change, very strange, I've never heard of.” The sound of reckless tribal witches carries a heavy weight. Such an unknown change worries him.

Flaming Horn people are not stupid, they will not easily joke about the spark. Originally, looking at the flaming Horn tribe was silent for two years. I thought they would have lived in the fierce mountain forest with such a low profile. The glorious period of Flaming Horn people has passed a thousand years since their ancestors wrote it. The peak period belonging to Flaming Horn people is long gone. Even if they have had a few winds and brushed their presence after that, it will not change their impression of them.

The Flamingos, who have disappeared for nearly a thousand years and who are said not to be able to make pottery, are too far behind them. At the bottom of their hearts, several of their large tribes never really put the horns in their eyes, just as if they were a tool to hold back the Banshi tribe.

It was a pity that they had once been such a flaming horn, but it was emotional that they had come down from the summit to this point. But they were more thankful that the peak flame horn was long gone, without that powerful flame horn, without that brutal fierce flame horn to compete with them, without such a competitor, it was a blessing for their tribes.

But now...

The reckless tribe witches jump straight in the eye, and what is happening beyond their expectations is happening, and they cannot know exactly what happened.

In other tribes, the situation is very similar to that of reckless tribes, whether they are ordinary fighters or witches within tribes, there is a different feeling, especially among the witches of the tribes, who are particularly acute about the changes in the spark, while the unknown changes make them anxious.

Even within the rainy tribe far from the monstrous mountain forest, Yangtze senses a change in the other part of the continent. Perhaps because of the distance, the feeling is not strong, but by his ability, he can tell which tribe the spark is. That smell, he had felt in the flaming corner.

“Has it started yet? ”

He walked to the fire pond of the rainy tribe and looked at the flame swinging inside.

Change, has begun.