Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Even at night, the knocking sounds of the mountains and forests do not stop.

Shao Xuan, on the mountain where they rest, there is still some distance from the mountain where the people of the rocky mound knock, but even so, you can hear the noise coming from there.

“The night never stops? What the hell are they doing?” A feather tribe man said.

Feather tribesmen live on trees outside the stone cave and have good hearing, and a little noise at night wakes them up, not to mention the constant banging.

People sleeping in the stone cave are much better than those outside the stone cave. I don't know what's going on. Tonight they feel extra quiet in the stone cave. Even under the stone cave, the sound of the insect activity in the ground is gone. The sound from the outside to the stone cave has been cut down a lot, not as clearly as the people of the feather tribe can hear.

So when people from the Yu tribe complained, there was rare snoring in the stone cave. These days of extensive searches have consumed a lot of energy, but nothing has come of it. Everyone is very tired and rarely encounters a quiet night, so they quickly go to sleep.

The blue-faced fangs captured by Shao Xuan also became quiet after struggling with fruitlessness. However, Shao Xuan could tell from his breath that he was not asleep, but just lay quietly there, not knowing what he was thinking.

Lying on the stone cave, Shao Xuan listened to a bang coming from outside and had no sleep at all. That little movement outside doesn't interfere with his sleep, he can't fall asleep, just because his mind is restless.

Shao Xuan always feels like something is going to happen when everyone else finds it hard to be quiet.

I couldn't sleep, Shao Xuan got up and walked out of the stone hole.

A gust of wind blowing out of the hole, the surrounding woods, the leaves and the grass keep ringing, this is the movement I've heard over the past few days, but tonight's ringing brings with it an unspeakable forest. Even Shao Xuan felt blown by the wind and the goose bumps were all coming up.

Were the temperatures dropping these days?

No, no, the temperatures are a little higher these days than they were three days ago. If we get out of this particularly green mountain forest, into the rest of the Wesen mountain forest, perhaps the ambient temperature will be higher.

Though the mountain nights will be cooler, for Totem warriors, it's almost like a summer night, if the wind doesn't blow, you'll get goose bumps.

Another wind.

[Chuckles] - [Chuckles]

The twig grass leaf swaying friction sounded again, Shao Xuan touched a goose bump that appeared on his arm, staring closely around. This feeling is too strange, why is it?

They set many traps under the mountain. If someone broke in or attacked the beast, there would certainly be a sound of early warning and no movement at all.

The two Thousand Faced Tribes in charge of the Night's Watch tonight looked at Shao Xuan, wondering why this Horn Man didn't sleep at night and came out for a breeze?

“No movement down the hill?” Shao Xuan asked the two Night's Watch men.

“No.”

Talking to a Thousand Faced tribe, a warrior named Flying Ghost. This man Shao Xuan had seen a long time ago. When Shao Xuan went out with the tribal expedition team, he had met him for a short time.

Flying Ghost surveyed Shao Xuan, “Has Elder Shao Xuan noticed anything?” He understood that the Flaming Horn people perceived the strangeness in the mountain forest better than others, so after hearing Shao Xuan's query, he asked out loud.

He used to dare fight Shao Xuan, but now he knows that he is not an opponent of his peers. In the desert, they did ignore the Horn Man, but now no one can ignore this tribe anymore.

“Not yet. Be careful tonight and listen to the movement down the hill.” Shao Xuan said.

The warrior hearts of Flying Ghost and another Thousand-faced tribe, this Horn Man will certainly not say this for no reason. They have little fondness for the Horn Tribes, but they have to admit that the Horn are certainly more acute in this mountain forest than they are in this regard, and if he says so, there must be a reason.

The knocking sounds coming from afar remain unceasing. As Shao Xuan thought, the people of the rock mound, all their actions, seem to be in a hurry, as if they were in a hurry.

And why is that?

The rock mounds have become desert dominators, and the tribesmen pose little threat to them, and they can still safely rule the desert. Why are they in such a hurry to act? To consolidate your position? Or are you ready for the rest?

Perhaps it is not just the tribe's people who have an unknown sense of crisis, but even the desert's rocky mounds are in a hurry.

Weather anomaly. What does it herald?

Shao Xuan looked around, far away, on a mountain.

There is light on the mountains at night, as well as bright water moonstones.

The arrows brought nearly two thirds of the people and allowed the slaves to knock on the mountain in front of them for a moment.

The ancestors left behind a note stating that Green Fangxi slept in the grass, but preferred caves, and even many times, there were several people hiding in caves on a mountain.

And here, this is where the blue-faced fang they chased was hidden, and he wanted to scare the blue-faced fang out with the sound of a knock.

They're hitting the mountain here, and the trap is a few more directions, and no matter which direction the blue-faced fangs come out of, they run into the person who's guarding them, or the trap they set up.

Boom!

As the hammer fell again and again, there was a splash of gravel in the hole.

“Master! Sounds like a little noise!” A slave said.

Ya was resting with his eyes closed, hearing the news, his face had been gloomy, and he finally smiled. As he expected! I can't hide my fangs from the blue inside!

The arrows let the slaves stop the hammer in their hands and listen carefully.

That modest hole, because the hammers of the slaves were smashed and the crushed stones blocked most of the way, at this time, a sound was like a “whistle” of panting, coming out of the hole that was covered most of the way.

Once the blue-faced fangs start to show such movement, it proves that they can't stand it, they can't help but come out. For this vicious beast who likes to sleep during the night, clogging it in the hole at night, and knocking constantly to make noise, it is simply torment and torture, with the blue-faced fangs' tantrum, it is unusual to withstand!

The smile on the arrow deepened, indicating that the slaves outside were ready.

It was just a blinking time, the whining sound, suddenly approaching from afar, while the slaves guarding the cave had held up the vine in their hands.

The resilient vines are more robust after being matched and immersed, and the rock folk weave the hunting nets with these vines, and the traps that are laid out are the same vines that are used for the most part. These are the lessons learned by Iwamo's forefathers, who are not afraid to be broken by the blue-faced fangs.

As the bang sounded, the rubble that blocked most of the hole blew up, and a figure headed straight out.

The figure was so fast that the slave in the hole could not see it at all, he could only feel it, it was like jet all over his body, the surrounding air with a continuous blast.

The blue-faced fang beast that rushed out of the stone hole was caught positively by a vine net guarded outside. Its fangs cut off the vines, but the vines tied to it elsewhere were not stabbed by its two strange fangs.

Slaves quickly tied up the blue-faced fang that rushed into the hunting net, and no one touched the two long fangs. What was their most powerful attack, even though it was only the first time he saw a live blue-faced fang.

After a few days of haze, it finally cleared up.

As he was about to say, Ya suddenly heard a shout coming from the side, and the cold-blooded gas seemed to be an invisible spear pointing directly at him.

It was too late to think that the arrow had jumped away.

A figure suddenly came out of the woods next to it, specifically, it came out of the underground in the woods next to it, the grass was too deep to cover a cave there, and the cave didn't know what hit it, it had collapsed for a while, the soil and rocks and thick grass hid the cave well, otherwise the rock people wouldn't have found it.

The sudden appearance of the shadow was really overwhelming.

The rushing shadow swings up and down quickly as it runs, driving the wind like a nighttime beast howling, like a raging wind, surrounded by a wave of grass swinging in the same direction.

In the face of such a sudden attack, the arrow avoided, but the slave standing there was not spared, even though he had picked up his own weapon and tried to resist the fierce blow.

Boom!

A cloud of blood sprayed from the slave's arms holding a wide knife, each pore sprayed with blood, beneath the raised muscles, a meridian prominent, like a bounce out of the flesh. The slave who blocked the blow felt the numbness coming from his arm and could barely hold the knife. With this blow, the wind shooting face to face pulled the muscles on his face backwards, and the prominent bones made his entire face weird.

“Grab it... grab it!” Yu Ya did not care what the slave was like. He saw another blue-faced fang and was even happier. He hurried the slaves to capture this only.

“Ah!”

A scream rang from not far away.

It was sent by a man whose arrows had caused him to ambush another part of the mountain.

Is it possible... there's one over there?

The more excited the mood is. Well, maybe this time he can bring back more blue-faced fangs. Past forefathers, every time they come here, there are only three or two, not enough, not enough!

“Exactly. Together! I'll catch as many as I want!! ”

But the next thing I know, it's a little bit more than I expected.

On the mountain, the voices of those ambushed in four directions indicate that there are blue-faced fangs out there. Not only that, but the people beneath the mountain also whistled, and there was a whistle coming from the hill next to them.

What's going on here?

In the end, what happened?

Why was it so rare to see one before and now it's all popping up? Knocked on the mountain?

Are these blue-faced fangs hiding underground for hibernation? But on such a hot day, what kind of winter sleep?!