Chronicles of Primordial Wars

The sky is not yet lit, at this time, the guards of the 10,000 stones have not been rotated, the guards of the night have been exhausted, and the guards of the new guards may not be up yet, nor have the slave owners raised birds that can patrol the air.

By the time Shao Xuan arrived at the edge of the mountain forest, the sky above had begun to reveal a bleak light, and the early birds in the mountain forest were ready to scream.

Oo looked at the lookout and nodded. As soon as he raised his hand, the people in the mountain forest rushed out quickly. They were fast, but the movement was very light. All he could hear at one time was the swinging sound of clothes and the sound of leaf grass rods.

The team was approaching quickly towards the Banshi tribe, and the guards of Banshi were not eating dry meals. They had been vigilant since the flaming spark in the mountain forest, and although they were very tired all night, it was impossible to get close to the flaming horn.

“Enemy attack! ”

A shout disrupted the quiet atmosphere in the Banshi tribe.

The sharp bone whistle punctuated the calm of dawn and instantly filled the surrounding area with a sense of killing.

The flaming horn team was a little far from the periphery of Wanshi, but after there was movement on the side of Wanshi tribe, the flaming horn people also moved.

Within the Banshi tribe, the fire is lit one by one. Although it is now dawn, it will soon be dawn, but the sky is still dark and the eyes are not good enough to see anything clearly. Now it is a time of war, it is more hasty, and it is easy to make mistakes without igniting.

Whisper--

There are some broken voices in the sky, such as arrows running through the sky.

The fast responders have picked up the shield and beveled it in front of them. The sound is coming from above, the flaming horn team is not very close, and the chances of flashing are small.

But soon they found something wrong again. As the sky rapidly moved closer and closer to the broken voices, someone looked up at the sky with caution. Already under a slightly blurry sky, the dense and numb arrows came through, just... those arrows seemed... a little too big?

Boom! Boom!

The noise rang out as dense as a rain point.

The person holding the shield only felt the moment the shield was hit, the powerful impact made his hands numb, and then looked at the arrow branch next to the ground, his eyes glaring.

It's not an arrow branch, it's a spear!

Similar to the long spear that was stuck at the door that day, it was all wooden shank stone spear head, thick shank, the spear head was very sharp sharpened, the stone spear head that hit the shield was mostly broken because of its strong impact, leaving only one wooden pole.

This surprised the Masons. If you just throw dozens of spears like this, forget it, that round was thousands of shots at once!

The Masons have never seen a tribe shoot spears with arrows! This arrow is too big!

Perhaps the flaming horn people take for granted, after all, the flaming horn is very energetic.

This was followed by a second round of spears. This time, 10,000 stone men picked up shields, some hiding behind stone perimeter walls, or using other shelters to avoid this round of spear attacks.

When projecting spears, a group of people in front of the Horn didn't stop their steps, and the projectors, after throwing the second round of spears, followed closely.

The peripheral walls of the Banshi tribe are now clearly visible.

Shao Xuan knew that he should move the next moment after the second round of spear projection.

“Go!”

Shao Xuan stepped out of the foot, flew fast, then jumped up and jumped on the knife raised in front of the gyro.

The strong and powerful hand grabbed the handle of the knife, then waved the knife violently, then the thrust of the knife body, sending Shao Xuan out.

Simultaneously with Shao Xuan, there are also three people: Dokang, Guizhou and Ta.

Four shadows, like four eagles, sprang from the team to rush to the sky.

With the four shadows of the departure, there was a shout in the team.

Shao Xuan feels the dawn cold wind coming from the face to face, as well as the smell of moist water and dirt in the cold wind, and the team below releases intense killing and warfare, which seems to have spread to every corner.

As in the past, the team is just not so strong when hunting. After all, when hunting, it is often necessary to control the atmosphere convergence, but at this time, on the battlefield, the momentum is completely unleashed.

Shao Xuan has never felt such a strong sense of killing in his tribe, which is filled with blood and warfare that cannot be ignored. It seems that each pore erupts with these bloody and warlike killings. Everyone, no longer a hunter in the mountains and forests, at this moment, they have been suppressed by killings, erupting like volcanic eruptions. Thousands of homicides are twisted together, such as a wave of blood and brutality, rising to unprecedented heights and slapping them in the direction of the Banshi tribe.

The power of totem in Shao Xuan's body is like feeling the information released around him, instantly all over his body, dark purple and black totem tattoos are less visible under the dark sky, but more dangerous.

The Banshi tribe was getting closer and closer. Shao Xuan flew over the wall on the outskirts of the Banshi tribe, pulling out the sword in his hand and blocking the shooting arrows. The whole man fell on a man holding a shield.

Knock!

Just listening to a broken bone, the people below couldn't make a scream, the body was like losing support, fell to the ground, and there was no breath.

The man holding the shield probably didn't think that someone would land him from the sky and step on him.

Shao Xuan's sudden appearance stunned the surrounding Manshi people.

There are at least a dozen people around here sheltering from spear rain. They didn't expect anyone to jump out of the air, and they probably didn't expect anything so crazy to happen.

Surprised, they quickly adjusted and jumped towards Shao Xuan with their weapons.

Shao Xuan's back was shot out like a strong bow, and the sword swept forward and cut it off, carrying the fierce Horn Man, seemed to want to split the mountain river open.

The aggressive momentum suppressed the surrounding people, and the people holding the knife around them made slight moves.

Whoa!

The man who carried Shao Xuan's sword, the weapon came out, and the man flew straight out.

Shao Xuan didn't look at the man and killed him into the crowd. In that instant, Shao Xuan's whole person was like an incarnation storm, sweeping past, swordlight beating like a current, legs like a storm attack, hands and feet together, the sound of the breaking air echoed, each strike seemed to have a kilogram of power, power like hurricane pressure, every sword was cut down, every foot was kicked out of the circle of battle. Golden and gold vessels, gold and stone vessels, the sound of fists and feet colliding with flesh, constantly in the ears, every sound deters the mind and soul.

Shao Xuan couldn't count how many of his opponents he had. He didn't have the time at all. At this time, he couldn't be distracted and all his energy was focused on this pair of killings.

Faced with the raging rain of swords and feet, Shao Xuan immersed in a delicate state, all his senses were elevated, he could even feel the movement of the other side's knife blade around him, feel the next moment's behavior revealed in the other side's fierce eyes, and feel which side the other side's knife blade would be cut.

The more Shao Xuan fights, the more he has the feeling of facing the sea wall again, just as he walked on the stone road in the sea with tribesmen, only then he mostly relied on the power of his ancestors, but now, the ancestors can no longer help him much, he is fighting on his own strength.

Here, survival is like that, either breaking the blockage ahead or being suppressed.

Behind the tranquillity is always bloodshed and killing, which is the most primitive rule.

Over the years of the tribe, Shao Xuan has gradually integrated into this large group and is integrated with Horn of Fire. He was not alone, he had more companions behind him, he came to fight not only for himself, but also for those who had been placed in refuge, and for the glory of the Horn.

Me, the Horn Man.

Me, fighting for the tribe!

The blood-stimulating factor, like being stimulated, rapidly increases, in the mind, the totem flame bears roll, the totem pattern of the body surface, such as the growing vine, becomes more dense, and if you look closely, you can also see, under the dark purple and black lines, the dark purple and red light flow.

The surrounding Wanshi warrior looked at Shao Xuan in shock. He was clearly besieged, but he was not weak at all. With the pride of a group of indestructible warriors, each hit rolled in a climbing momentum. He was just as fierce as a swimming fish, and he dodged himself in the collision between the blade and the fist and foot. There was no timidity.

After Shao Xuan, there were other Horn Horn people who were sent across the fence in the same way as Shao Xuan to join the war.

The walls are tall and can stop a lot of trouble, but the Horn Tribes may not have thought about it either.

Blood and killing are spreading rapidly, blood stains the dawn red, and the wind blows with trembling killings.

The rest of the creatures around them are far away, like fleeing, eager to escape from this place.

When the Flaming Horn tribe attacked, the Chiefs and Chiefs of the Horns also came out.

I wasn't surprised to see the Flaming Horn attack, but I couldn't bear to get angry when I saw what was happening today. During his succession as chief, only 10,000 stones attacked others, never to experience being attacked!

Standing at the height of the masonry chief, his eyes widened angrily around him, his sight everywhere, all the circumstances into the bottom of his eyes, his eyes flashed through the cold light, and he shouted: “Kill me! ”

The sound has not disappeared, and the precarious person has jumped from a high place, several landings, and rushed in the direction of the battlefield. The wind, such as the array of muffled thunder, seems to sound like a drum of war.

Behind his back, others followed him into the battle.

Two tribes, two different moments, each not giving way, like two currents, crashing together, carrying countless swirls, even the wind messed up.