Chronicles of Primordial Wars

All of us, all of us, have been overwhelmed by this sudden change.

Just now... what's wrong?

In fact, everyone realizes what happened, but they just don't believe it.

An injured Flaming Horn warrior, with a weapon in his hand, had just tried to fight with the Masons, but now he feels that his opponent has disappeared.

Not that the person opposite disappeared, but that, standing there, like a doll who had lost his soul, his face greyed out, his eyes emptied, his face stagnated, like a stone, still holding the position of listening, if the muscles on the other person's cheek were not rapidly twitching, the outsider might really think that this person had turned into a stone.

Such a person, no longer a threat, even the Horn of Fire, doesn't want to do it. It's like when hunting, you meet a tough beast, but when you hit it, it suddenly turns into a toothless beast, and you can poke it with a knife. This feeling is so strange that no one has thought about going on fighting for a while.

The pressure kept on top, disappeared and dissipated with the collapse just now. The alienation of the sparks is no longer felt, nor are the flaming horns, nor are there any alien sparks here that reject them, such as flood currents, and the winds disperse.

It all came so suddenly, so drastically, that almost instantaneously people were shot from heaven to hell, so fast that they were unprepared.

“What happened?” Dokan swallowed the pharyngeal spit and looked at the other Flaming Horn warriors beside him. In his past life, he was accustomed to having no primitive spark, so he had no strong sense of the primitive spark. After detecting the changes around him, he had a theory, but he was too afraid to make that assumption, which was incredible.

“Looks like... a spark of 10,000 stones... gone?” Tao tried to probe. He can't believe it either.

That's it? It's a primitive spark! Reputed to be the most powerful power of a tribe!

Small tribes are fine, sparks aren't that powerful, but 10,000 stones are a big tribe, and their sparks can bring so much repression to you that you can see the power they contain. The power of fire is also strong and weak.

Even after feeling the power of Masonry Spark, the leaders thought to ignore the fire for a while, destroy Masonry, then lift the whole force, then target Masonry Spark, or else after the battle is over, ask the witch.

They were all ready to fight longer, and they didn't want to suddenly come here.

Under the power of such a mighty Masonry Fire, could anyone have wiped it out?

At this point, everyone is wondering: Who wiped it out?

And the Banshi tribe, one of them walking like a walking corpse, suddenly took a huge blow, knocking their psychological defenses out of the army.

They didn't want to believe the possibility of speculation in their hearts, but the power of totem in their bodies was disappearing. Such a change was evident. The loss of power was accompanied by endless exhaustion, and the weapons in their hands became heavier and heavier, and their legs were like boulders, making it difficult to move one step. The soreness of the muscles and the painful irritation caused by injuries all over the body are becoming clearer and clearer. The totem marks on your body are fading and disappearing. Like firewood that burns to the end, the flame dies and the wood turns to ash.

Mechanically turning their necks, they look in the direction of the fire pond.

Without the gray flame shield, beneath the clear sky, the field of view is incredibly clear.

Fire pond, no spark flames. The guardian's power disappeared without a trace.

What that means, they know too well, after all, that they have also exterminated other tribes, and they have seen what happens after those tribal sparks are extinguished. Think of the tribes that have been exterminated by them, think of the tourists whose lives are terrible, think of the slaves who have been slaughtered by others...

The cruelty of the world, they've always understood, is the weakness of the flesh. Except that in the past they stood in the slaughterhouse, and now they are flesh under the slaughterhouse knife.

They, like birds without umbrellas, are about to come out with a brutal storm bombing.

The noon sun is warm, but beneath this sky, all the stones feel unprecedented cold, which is psychological, cold to the bones, much colder than pouring a barrel of ice water on the head in the winter, but they have no choice but to tremble with the invading forest cold.

By the fire pond.

Wanshi witch's mouth moved, trying to say something, but he didn't make a sound for several times, like being strangled, not even a syllable.

How is that possible?

How is that possible?

In the hearts of all the stone witches, come and think of this phrase.

A man squatted in a fire pond of 10,000 stones. A Horn Man. At this point, the man's hand was sticking to the center of the usual spark burning.

Wanshi witch stared dead at the hand affixed there, and looked at it like it was going to penetrate, see if there was still a grey flame coming out under his hand.

Grunt...

A small stone rolls and makes a slight noise.

The hand in the fire pond, it moved.

Shao Xuan slowly stood up and lifted his hand inside the fire pond, looking at the fire pond.

This fire pond, it's dead. After this moment, no more spark combustion.

Shao Xuan didn't stop it when a man rushed in. He watched 10,000 stone witches run wildly here, kneel down like they couldn't stand steadily, and dig with their hands like crazy, trying to dig something out of it.

A piece of stone was shaved, and below, is very ordinary stone earth, that's all.

“Impossible! Impossible! ”

Wanshi shaved his hands with blood, shouted hysteria, then suddenly looked at Shao Xuan, hatred and madness with some fear in his eyes, then, like a decision, drew a metal dagger and bounced up towards Shao Xuan and stabbed him.

Shao Xuan simply looked at him calmly and then extended his two fingers to pinch the stabbed dagger.

It's just a simple move, but it puts all the stone witches back to reality.

Power, indeed, is gone. If his own strength were still there, even if he was not a strong fighter, he would not be so weak that the other two fingers could be pinched.

“Ah--”

Wanshi wizard held the dagger, did not let go, tried hard to push forward, but the dagger did not move the thread, like there was a strong barrier ahead, he could not move forward at all. Looking up at Shao Xuan's eyes, he found some strange light in Shao Xuan's eyes.

Though the spark of Wanshi disappeared, Wanshi still has a little residual sensing ability, he can feel that Shao Xuan's body is different from the power of Wanshi tribe, different from the flame horn tribe, different from any other tribe, is that really the power of the spark?

When I think of Shao Xuanna's desperate leap just now, the scene still plays back in the mind of Wanshi. That's not the power of a normal tribe. Absolutely not!

“Who are you…?” Manjitsu muttered.

Shao Xuan did not speak.

“Who are you?! Who is it?!! ”

Ignoring the insane roar of the Wanshi Witch, Shao Xuan's fingers moved and bounced off the dagger with the men, "You asked me? How would I know? ”

Shao Xuan knew exactly what Wanshi was asking, but Shao Xuan couldn't answer either.

The witch said that in order to destroy the spark of 10,000 stones, he had to follow the instructions of the spark in his body, and perhaps gather the power of totem and inheritance, but at that moment, it was not the spark of the flaming horn that played the leading role in his body, but the strange power.

Since coming to this world, Shao Xuan has never figured out what that power really is and why was he brought here? But then a lot of things showed him that that power was associated with the spark, not only the spark of the flaming horn, but also the spark of other tribes.

Shao Xuan looked the same as the other children of the tribe, but when he awoke he was different from the others.

Shao Xuan once brought back the stone sent by the crocodile of the clan, but produced the water moonstone, a stone that was said to be produced only by the clan of the clan.

Shao Xuan went to the rainfall tribe, said to have been unsuccessful in the rainfall ceremony for thousands of years, and succeeded.

……

It's all about the power that brought him here.

Shao Xuan can't even say what kind of power that is.

Turn around and go in the direction of Shao Xuan's tribal team.

This war doesn't have to go on.

The people of the Banshi tribe, gradually returning to God, have lost all their war intentions.

Flaming Horn's team takes a step forward and they can go back a long way.

Someone screamed in horror and ran away, which was like a signal that more and more people were flying away on opposing battlefields.

Although the slave owners were shocked by the fact that Masashi had defeated so much faster than they thought, in the current situation, they regretted, but were satisfied, the fate of the Masashi people.

What they want most now is the tribal warriors who lost their sparks. Exactly because they once had, after losing their power, those people would surely yearn to have power again, which is the best opportunity for slave owners to intervene.

Recipient!!

The slave owners who had shrunk, like beasts who smelled flesh, stretched out their claws.

At first glance, the people on Flaming Horn did not see it right. Without these slave owners, who destroyed the spark of 10,000 stones, they were not interested in continuing to slaughter the weak. However, the presence of the slave owners means that the 10,000 stones have the possibility of having power again and will retaliate.

How can this be done?!

“Cut it, cut it! Don't let them slip away with the slavers! Even the slaves and the slave lords!” The conscription shouted. Although the slave owners here are not yet in the climate, he also needs to be more careful.

Three big leaders continue to hunt with some of the Horn's fighters, while two chiefs carry the rest of the men to clean up the battlefield, heal the wounded and count the dead and wounded.

When Shao Xuan returned there, he saw Caesar lying on the ground and licking his wound. At the time of the attack, Caesar, like several others, mainly blocked the beasts, so he was not with Shao Xuan.

It has a lot of bite wounds, blood all over it, and a hole in the back, like being stabbed with a spear.

Hearing Shao Xuan's footsteps, Caesar's ears moved and stopped licking the wound, turning his head towards Shao Xuan.

Shao Xuan's footsteps were rigid and rigid.

Caesar's one eye, gone.