Chronicles of Primordial Wars

It has to be said that what the arrows think is the truth.

Blue-faced fangs, such vicious beasts, are very time-conscious, feed everywhere at night, find a comfortable bush during the day, and they are very regular all year round.

In the cold winter, it will also snow in this mountain forest, and the green fangs don't like snow, they will hibernate like bears, and for better warmth, they will squeeze into the same mountain together into hibernation, which is also their rare gathering period. They will not come out of the cave until the next spring.

These two years, even if the weather changes strangely, it is obviously winter time, the snow disappears, but it is hot. Many animals in the fierce mountain forest have given up the idea of hibernation, but the blue-faced fangs are not. They still follow a fixed time rule. By then, regardless of the weather, they will be squeezed into a hole and then plunged into a deep sleep, unless they are really hungry and awake, they will come out looking for food.

That's why people who come here rarely see a blue-faced fang at first. Because they're hibernating.

Only a handful of them wake up hungry, come out of the hole, then eat a few meals, wait until they feel the accumulation is good, then go back to the hole.

Shao Xuan caught the one who came out to feed after waking up hungry, because he wanted to accumulate more energy to spend the rest of his hibernation time, so he ate more. If Shao Xuan didn't find out, he would continue to eat for two days, and then wait until absorbed, the body retracted its original volume before entering the cave to hibernate again.

And this time of year, most of the blue-faced fangs actually hibernate in the caves in the mountains.

The knocking sound of the arrow, in addition to forcing out the hidden blue fang inside, also shook up other blue fangs. To some extent, he did receive the effect of knocking on the mountain seismic beast. Unfortunately, this effect is so great that he is unable to hold it steadily now.

Awakened from sleep blue-faced fangs, the temper is even worse, coming out is a collision, the slave just took the most angry blow after it woke up.

The hunting net does, but with so many fangs, it's not that easy to catch.

Successive screams indicate that arrests have not been successful everywhere, and that the blue-faced fangs that have emerged far exceed the expectations of the arrows.

Whoo!

A slave with a hunting net had to pick up his weapon to deal with it.

Kaga!

The sound of a broken bone was particularly harsh during the night. Although the slave had just avoided the stabbing fangs, he was accidentally stuck on a hoof and his chest collapsed down with the crisp sound of a broken bone, and a thick breath of blood erupted from the mouth of the slave. I didn't expect to escape the fangs, but I still couldn't stand the kick.

At one time, the fangs are mixed with the impact sound of golden and bone organs, as well as all sorts of bone cracks and screams.

Another blue-faced fang rushed out of the cave, green forest eyes in the night, staring at a person and rushing straight over, the soaring body, such as fired shells, stepped on land with little grass, soaking up a cloud of smoke, blurred the night's sight.

Boo!

The sharp fangs hit the sword held by the arrow.

The arrow feels like sudden irrigation from wrist to elbow, swelling and numbness, bare arms, many pores have a hidden blood color, if the strength of the arrow is not a stroke stronger than the previous slave, this collision, his whole arm will also spray blood.

The wind blew across the face, the arrow that blocked the blow was unstable on the foot. It took several steps back to stabilize, and a clear footprint was stepped out of the ground.

After seeing the blue fang that had just attacked retreated, he intended to do it again. The arrow was like a dish, and the sweat beads with big foreheads could not resist rolling down.

Night temperatures seemed to be rising, and the clothes behind the arrows were soaked with sweat, not knowing if it was hot or urgent.

As he watched his surroundings nervously, his head turned sharply and thought of a way.

There are more blue-faced fangs. Although he did hope to find more blue-faced fangs before, it's not that the more the better, the more the less the luck, but the disaster!

I can't hold it. What should I do?

Run!

What else can you do without running? Are you here with these grumpy guys against the tip of your teeth?

“Go back!” The arrow shouted, containing a wooden whistle, blowing at a particular pace. Slaves elsewhere heard the whistle of arrows and knew what to do.

Pull up one of the strapped blue-faced fangs and ask the slaves to cover him. Run down the hill and do not forget to shout to the slaves: “Anyone who catches the blue-faced fangs will be rewarded to go back! You can even upgrade! ”

Hearing rewards, slaves have itched. Although these blue-faced fangs are hard to grab, they are willing to take risks in order to give. Then you can hear the "upgrade”, and one line of sight is hot.

Slaves who are reluctant to upgrade are not good slaves. What's the difference between a slave's life that cannot be upgraded and a stone in the desert?

This is the result of the superior brainwashing by the slave owners of the rocky mausoleum, who, under the trend of slavery, will not betray, and the bait that is dispersed gives the slaves hope that they will be willing to pay all the price for it.

In addition to this, there is a figure on the nearby mountain, coming out of some hidden caves in the mountain.

The jets whisper their anger.

In a dark night, the shadows of the trees merge with the night.

In the woods, on the grass, a figure wrapped like a cyclone, with a hot breath, running over the grass, nothing to hide.

The blue-faced fangs that Shao Xuan had previously seen feeding at night ran as if the wind had swept by and the sound was slightly invisible. But now, these suddenly emerged with a furious aura, so that he could not help but start a storm trend and pour down the mountain.

The shadows from the mountains converge in the valley, then they rush in the same direction, and that is where the arrows run.

The blue-faced fangs have their own roar, they really howl, more like the sound of the wind raging, maybe no one can tell, but the other mountain sleeping blue-faced fangs can hear these.

The tantrums who woke up from their slumber are now trying to vent themselves and arrest whoever stabbed them, even the other beasts they encountered on the way to chase the arrows, without mercy, do as they were!

You want to hide the bushes? Look at the teeth!

Behind the trees? And look at the teeth!

I can't kill you!!

No beast as bright as the beasts elsewhere in the Wesen Mountain Forest, when the yells belonging to the green fangs converge, such as the wind whistling in the mountain forest.

The leaves of the woods trembled in such a voice that the mountainous grass, like a giant stone thrown into the lake, struck countless waves, waves after waves.

This mountain forest at night, like entering a dark world, is a turbulent wind, disturbing the tranquillity of the night.

Tribes resting in the mountains.

Shao Xuan felt goosebumps again.

“Did you hear anything?” Shao Xuan asks the two Thousand-faced tribes guarding the night.

“Seems to have heard, is that the cry of the Rock Man?” One person asks.

“No, it's not that, it's the wind... and it's not right, it sounds like the wind. ”

“The wind? ”

Shao Xuan's words made two thousand face tribesmen even more confused.

Is there a problem with the wind?

Whoo--

There was also a sound of the wind blowing through the stone cave.

The three of them looked at the stone hole at the same time.

“Is that it?” Thousand-faced tribesmen raised their fingers to the hole and asked Shao Xuan.

Shao Xuan looked at the stone hole. The sound, listening carefully, is still different from the wind sound. He has also heard it. It is actually the sound made by the blue-faced fangs, but it is not easy to distinguish between listening remotely.

Looking at the mountains in the distance again, Shao Xuan listened carefully to the rumors and then quickly pulled out the wooden whistle to blow.

The stinging whistle breaks through the silence of the night, awakened by the whistle, be it someone who slept snoring in a stone hole or someone who slept in a tree outside.

“What's the matter? ”

“What happened? ”

“Who blows the whistle?! ”

A dojo quickly gathered where the whistle came from.

When he saw the man standing there with the wooden whistle in his hand, Dokang asked: "Shao Xuan, what happened? ”

“Yeah, what happened? The whistle was so urgent.” One of the eight tribes in arrears asked.

Shao Xuan looked at the mountain forest in the distance and said, "If I guess correctly, your prey is here. ”

The spirits of the people shocked and asked quickly.

“Here comes the prey? What kind of blue-faced fangs are you talking about? ”

“That's a good thing! ”

“How many? Is that enough?” If you don't score enough, you'll have to rob it.

Shao Xuan took a deep breath: “... a lot! ”