Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Shao Xuan only intends to test the slave owners hiding in the Banshi tribe. If there is a contradiction between the slave owners or disagreement with the people of the Banshi tribe, it is good for the flaming horn, as long as the other party does not screw into a rope, it is good for the flaming horn.

Now there are more than one slave owner in the Banshi tribe, and according to the information heard, there are more or less people in several other towns besides the slave owners in White Rock who were most closely associated with the Banshi tribe. So a bunch of people mingling together, thinking about the temper of the slave owners, trying to unite them, difficult.

“Now the leader of Masonry must be very troubled.” Dokan said.

“Whatever happens to them, no matter how they react in the end, this war, we will fight for sure!” The tower stared heavily at the direction of the Banshi tribe and said.

“Not bad, just like Xuan said, big plans together.” Return also.

He was just about to ask Shao Xuan some more things, and saw Shao Xuan staring in one direction. He didn't make a sound either, watching what was there.

Dokan and Ta are not talking, and by their abilities, they can naturally see that something is approaching in the grass beneath the woods next to them.

However, judging by the movement of the grass, and what they felt, the thing nearby was not a threatening creature, so they just didn't care.

In the trees on the left side, the thick bushes are filled with the sound of twitching. The sound is getting closer and closer and you can clearly see the shaking of the grass rod.

Through the dense bushes, although only a tiny crevice between the bushes can be seen, they also know what it is.

That's a wild mouse that's common in a mountain forest, smaller, faster and faster, just because it's too small, one is not a ferocious beast, two is not much meat, for this creature that lives in the lower layers of the food chain, unless life is really difficult, in general, except for setting some traps around the field to trap rats and prevent them from destroying crops in the field, for this kind of guy, no tribe can see it during the week, especially after coming to the land, life is much better, now you see wild mice just skip it.

The mountain forest is so big, there are so many wild mice like this. When we saw such a very ordinary mouse here, the three Dokans didn't care. They were about to take their gaze back. They saw Shao Xuanfei quickly pull out a spearhead dart from under the belt of the beast tied between his waist. There was no stopping motion, and his arm swayed.

Stone spearhead darts are like a gray cold light, shooting over there with a serious intent to kill.

Pfft!

Just hear a sharp apparatus puncture the flesh in the grass and nail it to the ground, and then a little blood dissipates.

Shao Xuan walked over and proposed a brown gray mouse a circle smaller than his fist from the grass.

The wild mouse is still breathing. Shao Xuan pinched the dart handle of the spearhead dart and looked at the wild mouse still struggling on the dart.

The fierce red light flashed in the wild mouse's open eyes and then faded, as if covered in grey haze, the wild mouse's struggling body stopped moving.

“What, interested in this little thing?” Dokan laughed, “That's not good. ”

However, when Shao Xuan frowned and stared at the broken mouse, he smiled. “What's wrong? ”

The tower and homecoming also know that Shao Xuan will not be able to spare his eggs to hunt a wild mouse everywhere in the mountain forest, so they quickly walked forward and looked carefully at the wild mouse, and found nothing strange.

“It feels a little familiar with the smell.” Shao Xuan said.

He hadn't seen the mouse, but for a moment, he suddenly had the feeling that he was being watched, which was not something that a normal wild mouse could have.

“Have you seen it before?” Dokan asked. He's not as face-blind as he is in the broad sense, but for a mouse like this, he thinks all these little things look alike. How did Shao Xuan recognize them? Can you recognize the smell like a beast?

Shao Xuan shook his head, “Never seen it, but it made me feel like a sand ant I had seen before in Desert Beast City. ”

As soon as Shao Xuan mentioned “Beast City”, the three leaders immediately took themselves seriously.

“Slaver?” Ask.

In the case of the slave owners, they are guarded, especially after hearing about the very different circumstances on the other side of the sea, and the slave owners are far more powerful than they think. While tribes have no interest in slave owners because of those in the desert, it has to be acknowledged that slave owners are powerful and naturally have their powerful reasons and reasons, and some things are indeed admirable. Therefore, nothing so-so can be tolerated in the case of the slave owners, more than the treatment of the Banshi tribe.

“It could be the slave owners who escaped the desert, or the 10,000 stones.” Shao Xuan told us what he had encountered in Battle Beast City. When he went with Ray and Dora to Battle Beast City, he saw several sand ants in the room once. At that time, several sand ants were wrapped in manure balls by sapphire. Shao Xuan did not go to study them carefully. He just wondered why there were sand ants there. Then he didn't find a reason, so it was gone.

But now, here, Shao Xuan finds something similar to what those sand ants gave him, and this wild mouse, it's not right.

“Everyone has been more careful lately," Shao Xuan said, thinking about it. "Let the tribes get busy too. ”

Shao Xuan doesn't know exactly how many such wild rats there are or whether there are other beasts besides them. At such a critical time, it is always good to be prepared. If a man can't feel the weirdness in those beasts, let the beasts come.

Three big leaders nodded, they didn't think of that, because they had not met, so they didn't know there was such a method. Without Shao Xuan's reminder, maybe they could tell some secrets in the front foot, the back foot of the Banshi tribe would know.

And when the wild mouse was nailed to death by Shao Xuan, the Banshi tribe, leaned against a large stone house in the center of the tribe.

The man sitting on the skin of an animal sprayed a breath of blood, which dripped under his mouth and hung around his neck, engraving on the bones of various skulls. At this time, his face was gray, his muscles were twitching, his eyes were gloomy, and he had an undisguised defilement. Twisted face, looks more blurry.

“How about that?!” Wanshi, the chief sitting at the throne, asked eagerly.

“Nailed one!” Young masons breathe heavily, and this feeling of being out of control is very bad.

He remembered what he had encountered in the desert. He remembered that time, in order to please the White Rock Master, he took out the sand ants that he had so easily raised and led them to work, but he didn't expect any of them to come back! Not only did it fail to solve the request of Master Shiraishi, it was also seriously damaged!

That breath hasn't completely swallowed, and now it's coming back!

He had seen a fire before he had broken off all consciousness from the sand ants, but it was rather blurred. It seemed like a horn in the fire group, at the time he did not know what it was, and later, although there were various speculations, it was not certain. Now he can finally determine what the fire group stands for.

It's Horn Man!!

This time, before the wild mouse disconnected, he “saw” the fire again, very clear, the fire was very large, much bigger and much clearer than the last time the sand ants saw it, and he “saw” another thing in the fire that looked like a double angle, which was the flaming horn totem! And the man who nailed the mouse he sent was a Horn Man!!

Always the Horn Man!

Flaming Horn Man is simply a Sha Xing!

A series of angry curses erupted when the chief Wanshi was awakened to the results. Of course it's not the Horn Witch, he's the Horn Man. But when his mouth cursed the flaming horn, he also cursed the “waste” of 10,000 stone witches in his heart.

Two years ago, when this young witch came back from the desert, she was so arrogant, she always felt how cowardly she was, she didn't even see the chief in her eyes, and then something happened in the desert, and this side was held in precariousness, and she was reassured.

When Manshi witch gasped, when he shouted, other people standing in the house drooling their heads and not saying a word. A man who beats his men on a weekday is here like a child who made a mistake, standing there, scared to be noticed.

When the scolding was over, the others raised their heads slightly to discuss the impending fighting with the Flaming Horn tribe. The people present are at least the rank of small leaders in the Banshi tribe. They have been involved in attacking other tribes in the past. If they hit small tribes, they rush forward one by one. The spoils are first come, first served, and the people who are slow are gone. But this battle with the Horn of Flames, they have no heart. They never thought that they would face a beating in their lifetime, and Flaming Horn declared war on them! Headaches.

Now the situation of the Banshi tribe is amply explained by the phrase: go out and rob, always pay back.

“What will happen to the slavers?” Looking at the Magic Wizard.

After such a while, Manshi has relieved his breath and thought about it, "I don't think so. ”

A wooden table next to it was crudely smashed to pieces.

“Those…” are desperate to curse, but they are still constrained by the slave owner, who knows if there are people around to listen to the slave owner?

The more upset I want, the more angry I hold, the harder I breathe.

“Really... really want to fight? I hear... the flaming horns are strong...” a small man stuttered. When he went out to rob a small tribe at the end of last year, he stood up for credit and was promoted. Compared to several other senior leaders, he was still too young. I don't know what to say. I can't say anything at this time.

Sure enough, the little man's voice had just fallen and suddenly felt a blossom in front of him, and his legs were softened by the strong killer shock.

He was never given a chance to beg for forgiveness, and the shadow usually appeared in front of the little man. On the raised arm, the raised muscles hid a terrible force, and when the fist shook out, it was like a shell that had been fired, the voices of a broken sky hissed, like a fierce snake, sending out its deadly intentions.

The punch pounded heavily on the little man's chest who had just made a noise, powerful impact and the threat of this punch, directly causing the little man's back to blow open and the blood sprayed backwards with crushed flesh.

When he retracted his arm, he grabbed a piece of crushed meat, which was his heart.

The little man couldn't see the hole in his body, and the horror on his face couldn't converge, pounding and falling.

The other heads of the house seemed to have expected such a scene a long time ago and did not take a closer look, but shook and then drooled their heads silently.

The house is filled with intense blood, which makes the atmosphere even more condensed.

"I'm afraid of the Horn Man?" he said, dumping the blood and crushed flesh from his hands and looking at those who didn't look down. They don't give a shit! We can dig their fire pond once, and we can dig it twice! ”This was said to others, but also to himself.

Wanshi witch sat on the thick skin of the beast, did not speak, but his eyes flashed disapproval when he lowered his head, he did not take Flaming Horn seriously before, but now, he is becoming more and more disturbed, especially the strange situation in the mountain forest of the beast in the previous days, which makes him still worried. However, he did not feel there were any threats of life or death, sparks in the pond, these days had grown larger and seemed much more prosperous.

The spark is good enough to keep you alive.

On the other side of the Banshi tribe, a stone house was built in a very different style from the original Banshi tribe, and no Banshi tribe was painted.

This is the place of the slave owners, when they came to the Banshi tribe, they drew a place like this, and the leader of Banshi disagreed... How can the leader of Banshi disagree? Without the support of their slave masters, could the Banshi tribe reach its present level?

At this time, in a stone house, several slave owners were gathered to discuss.

In front of them was a beast roll, the one thrown by the Flaming Horn clan tied to the spear.

“What do you say, everybody?” An older slave owner said.

“How many more thoughts? This is not a good time to spell.” A young slave lord lying in a chair said. Though he seemed to be not too old, he also had a certain commonplace in his speech, indicating that he had a good place in the desert and that on his clothes there were signs of the city of heaven in the desert.

A slightly fat slave of the same age next to him held a female slave and quickly answered: “Yes, it's not suitable to start a war, if Wanshi is going to fight, let them fight well, we don't have to fight, besides, what the Flaming Horn hates is the Wanshi tribe, which means that the Flaming Horn doesn't really want to confront me positively. ”

The other people in the house had a rich expression change, exchanged their eyes quickly, tested each other's opinions, and didn't want to show their minds at this time. The young master of White Stone City swept away the people in the house. If he saw these people for a moment, he would soon be sad and frowned upon. His eyes were full, and he didn't seem to be connected for a while. The worse the psychological clamour, the longer he negotiated here, the worse the situation. He was one of the few people here who supported the Banshi tribe. Unfortunately, he could not convince others to look at the first Tianshi owner, he knew that there was a huge difference.

Some feel that if the Banshi tribe were to suffer, their slave owners would not be well served, and supporting the Banshi tribe is supporting themselves.

But some people think that the Banshi tribe is out of control, so let the flaming horn extinguish the power of the Banshi, so that it is easier to control, even some people have hidden hope, the Flaming Horn people quickly extinguish the spark of the Banshi, they can conquer more warriors of the Banshi as slaves, maybe, they can also get many of the Flaming Horn people as slaves in the war?

In the eyes of these slave owners, tribes are slaves, countless slaves, the hope of their rise.

Fight. Fight. Better have a double victory. Then they take the opportunity to extinguish the fire from both sides.

Think about it.

Several slave lords secretly clanked their plates.