Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Around the mountains, a wooden house was built, and the crowd shouted and shouted.

These wooden houses were built only recently, and the timber cuts are relatively new, and a wooden house lined up here looks like a cottage hidden in this rare part of the world.

A large wooden column of more than 10 metres has been erected around the perimeter, forming a wall to stop some of the smaller beasts outside. On the tall towers erected, three skinned slaves were standing there looking in three directions.

In the open space, a huge beast bone was thrown there, and the white beast bone with no flesh filament left has been split to reveal its original appearance. Only the hole in the eye and nostrils above can one know that it is the beast head of a giant beast.

Beast bones, horns, teeth, etc. suitable for polishing weapons have been broken down and the sound of grinding horns can be heard everywhere. They bring out a large number of gold vessels, but by now, they have also consumed a lot. The conditions here are limited, and only some gold vessels that are not seriously damaged can be repaired. If they exceed their repair capacity, they can only be set aside. No weapon can survive in a place full of vicious beasts and crises. Beast bones and horns, teeth, etc. are more convenient than stone tools. The slaves in charge of grinding, running back and forth with all kinds of objects, seemed very busy.

Compared to other people's movements, the cabin is surrounded by a space that is not too large. No one here dares to run around, let alone shout.

A fire pile was set ablaze in the open space, and a bone with a piece of meat was roasted there, and the grease dripped into the fire, making a murky noise.

A slightly more white middle-aged man sitting by the fire, other slaves either dressed in broken linen cloth or surrounded by bloody animal hides, while the middle-aged man was dressed in very clean clothes. It was also linen, but the cloth on him was more finely woven, with a distinct texture different from the others, and there were no holes in the clothes except for some not-so-obvious scratches on the corners.

At this time, the middle-aged man was holding his eyebrows tight and looking at a painted animal scroll on his hand.

There are some simple pictures on the skin roll, and the dark green ones are triangular mountains, and the shapeless large pieces of green are the woods elsewhere, and among these greens, there is a sandy yellow line that goes through this green and ends up there.

This is a simple map, and the line on the map is the path of their team, and one of the lines is where they enter the mountain forest, and the other is where they are at the moment.

Make sure you're right, the folds on the middle-aged man's eyebrows squeeze toward the middle, and the folds are even deeper.

Several high-ranking slaves standing next to each other drooped their heads, only to watch the person sitting there on the stone looking at the map, knowing that the other was in a bad mood, they did not dare to speak out, afraid to say something wrong to provoke the anger of this person.

“Here it is, no mistake!” The middle-aged man sitting on the stone muttered, his feet on the ground fluctuating with emotions, and the weed under his feet stepped out of a pit with a big foot.

Slaves standing beside them, their heads hanging even lower.

The scent of meat pervades this cottage. Guards or busy slaves everywhere, sucking their noses, the smell of flesh obsesses them and stimulates the secretion of saliva, but even if they want to look that way, they still hold on to the twisting * *, staring dead at the work being done on their hands, afraid to look at it.

At this point, movement came from the entrance to the village, a team of twenty returned from the outside or carried or dragged a small prey.

The middle-aged man who stared closely at the map looked up, and just walked into the team of this temporary cottage, and after seeing each other, his eyes staggered and he dared not look directly at each other.

The middle-aged man with the hide of the animal, his eyes flashing with expectations, quickly dimmed, even a rapid surge of anger.

“Still not found? How is that possible?! Why can't I find it!! ”

The middle-aged man, whose eyes were red because of anger, swayed his arm and wanted to smash the scroll of animal skin on the ground. He could pause again the moment before he fell, replacing it with a powerful foot.

Beast rolls can't be thrown, which is an important guide to their operation, but they can't get angry, they're not happy, they can only kick grass on the ground.

Weeds above the knee were broken by a single kick.

“If you can't find a blue-faced fang, why do you have to spill grass?” A lazy voice came.

The middle-aged man with the hide of the animal heard this voice, his eyes flashed, and he did not look over there. He turned his head and yelled at the fearless slave standing beside him: "Keep searching! You don't have to go back if you can't find it!! ”

As soon as they heard that they could not go back, the slaves moaned in their hearts and dared not delay. Those who had come back before that hurried to eat something and set off again. Slaves grinding the horn bones are also moving faster.

For many people, the desert is a dead place, dry, sandy weather, rarely seen a little green, so desolate that people can avoid it when they hear it.

But for these slaves, even though the desert does not have more food than these woods full of trees and beasts, they are already used to it. A lot of the people in the team, many of them generations, are slaves, and slavery is engraved in bones, and they don't know what to do except be slaves. Moreover, in the eyes of these people, desert rock mounds are their place of return, their place of allegiance and their conviction, and their inability to return is almost as good as their lives.

Nowadays, Iwamori is already a desert master, the slaves of Iwamori, with glory, and more loyal to Iwamori. None of these people sent out are loyal to Iwamori, don't worry about their betrayal.

Five hundred people were killed and injured on the road because of the various crises in the mountains and forests. Good thing we found this place. Unfortunately, this is the destination indicated on the map, and the shadow of the target was missed for days.

The middle-aged man went back to the fire heap, sat on the rock, angry, couldn't find the blue-faced fangs, and he was ashamed to go back, but he couldn't help it, could he still look for the mountains here one by one?

After a few deep breaths, the middle-aged man couldn't help but ask, "Thief Four, how are things with you? ”

“Not Found.” The light three words are similar to the attitude of this person, completely indifferent, not in a hurry, very comfortable, like playing, that seems to be quite enjoyable.

“Then why don't you go find it?!” Middle-aged people almost squeeze out of their teeth. I really don't understand why you're looking for thieves. What else do these people do besides steal? You want some?

The thief walked up to the fire and sat down. He picked up the bones of the beast that were baked properly. He was not afraid to burn and began to eat them. Eating and talking clearly: “If it were so easy to find, you rock people wouldn't have found only three in hundreds of years. ”

“Oh, right, Tatsuya.” The four thieves suddenly remembered something, "he said. ”

For Thief Four, they are different, non-slave, and not traditional tribes. He is also satisfied with the state of “theft” today, thinking that it is a section higher than the average tribe, so when it comes to tribes, it usually refers to other tribes, not “theft”.

“Tribes? So soon?” I didn't expect those tribesmen to find them so quickly. Trying to grab a blue-faced fang?

Feeling the murderous breath of the arrows, the Thief Four is still a slow tone, “Actually, don't worry about them, maybe they can help us find the blue-faced fangs. ”

When he heard this, his eyes flashed with light and silence, but he also acknowledged the words of the four thieves. They've been here all these days, and there's been no progress, so maybe those tribes can find something?

After eating the flesh of the beast, the thieves did not leave much behind. They walked out of the village and went into the dense woods outside. The slaves of the guards merely pretended not to see it.

In the woods, the humid smell disperses the dry heat of the weather, beneath the branches of the sun, where the breeze passes, and the cool cool and refreshing.

Thieves walked around in the woods, and most of the weeds on the ground crossed his waist, walking through them, like they were trapped in a green sea.

There are no slaves to the rock mound here.

“How about that?” said Thief Four.

Five steps away beside him, on the trunk of a great tree, slowly reveals the outline of a person.

“Didn't find out.” The people who came down from the tree were confused, "the slaves only knew this time to come looking for something, and more, they didn't know. However, it can be ascertained that the arrow is in a hurry. What is the effect of the blue-faced fangs? ”

“Neither can we know without saying it. But we don't need to move for a while, whether those slaves find the fangs or the tribes, it's a good thing for us. ”

“Understood.”

The man jumped, stepped on the trunk and rushed forward, blinking.

An ink-green, flat, multifooted worm, suddenly rose from the thick grass, two clamp-like chelating teeth expanded to an exaggerated angle, towards the thief standing in the grass, but the next moment, the person standing there, disappeared.

A half-bodied dogworm burst into the sky, and the two rod-shaped tentacles on his head spinning like an antenna, like a probe. It couldn't find anything, so it gave up the prey and ran under the thick grass again.

In the distance, in the green waves, some grass leaves are swinging, passing forward, like a ripple on the lake. Then, the grass leaves swing less and less until they subside.

Here in the woods, once again restore the calm before.