Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Shao Xuan's words delighted the people of several tribes present. They came all the way to this dangerous place to find the blue-faced fangs. Whatever its use, the slave owners worked hard to find what they wanted to find, and they got their hands on it first.

Yesterday, the people who saw Flaming Horn caught one, many sour hearts, and now their chance has finally arrived!

The movement started, the people listened carefully, only heard people coming from afar, occasionally there were several beast roars, all they had seen in this mountain forest, not the target of the capture, and the crackling of the trees, apart from, it seems, nothing.

“Listening to the wind, those sounds that are very much like the wind, are the yells of the blue fangs.” Shao Xuan explained to everyone.

“No wonder I was wondering why the wind was so loud and I couldn't see the shave.” The reckless tribesmen raised their mouths to make sure that Shao Xuan had not lied. They all rubbed their hands and planned to do a big job.

“Since there's a lot of prey, there's no need to stare.” The hills of the eight tribes say.

“Well, let's do it.” The Longboat tribe's wooden tour agrees.

They are all crowded together and may be robbed, so the best way to do this is to separate operations, each tribe hunts for itself, capture as much as they want, and save more disputes. Besides, you don't have to worry about anything when you're alone. You can do whatever you want.

Several tribes over there are lying about their feelings, and the flaming horns look at Shao Xuan. How they come out this time, they still have to listen to Shao Xuan.

Shao Xuan gave them a slightly restless gesture and said to the cheerful tribes: "There is a lot of prey, but it is not necessarily a good thing. At the same time, I have to remind you that blue-faced fangs are not so easy to grasp, and what to pay attention to. I also told you to be careful and don't complain when you get hurt badly. ”

“Don't worry, we won't blame you. Instead, we have to thank Elder Shao Xuan for reminding us otherwise we wouldn't necessarily know the trail of those prey.” The feather tribe stopped laughing carelessly.

They are now thinking about how to catch the blue-faced fangs. Shao Xuan reminded them to listen, but they didn't feel how terrible. From entering the fierce mountain forest, they have encountered a variety of beasts in the forest, and look at the blue-faced fangs that Shao Xuan captured, it doesn't seem that powerful.

After what you have to say, what do people think? Shao Xuanzhou can't control it.

Tribes have begun to prepare, although it is still night, but the enthusiasm to grab the blue-faced fangs has soared, one by one, with the water moonstone, chopping the wood and braiding the cane with the light; the less than eight have begun to wrap the spider silk.

The wind is closer.

Shao Xuan has been able to clearly hear the cries of the Rock Man.

“Almost down the hill!” Shao Xuan said.

After hearing Shao Xuan say that that kind of wind is the beast roar of the blue-faced fangs, they can also distinguish, bring the tools already prepared, and quickly sweep down the mountain together.

Three breathing hours later, in front of the stone hole on the mountain, there were only five people left in the flaming horn, and a few back to the tribe.

The mountain eagles returning to the tribe are not good at hunting at night. Now they are temporarily not going to summon the mountain eagles. Since there are many targets, they are not in such a hurry. It is not too late to summon the eagles until the dawn soon. Besides, the people in the flaming corner are not too busy, and they need not be impatient.

“Xuan, what are you going to do?” Mac grabbed a vine net that was ready a long time ago and asked.

“There are too many blue-faced fangs out there, they chase the Rock Man, and here it is also close to the Rock Ridge, there will definitely be a few coming up the mountain, let's first see if we can attract a few, don't stare at the big team. ”

After examining some of the traps previously laid out on the mountain, Shao Xuan made some minor changes and arranged for action.

The kind of grass that Green Fang likes to eat is really hard to find here. It's impossible to go looking for it in the bushes elsewhere on such a dark night. Without the smell of the beast, we can only find another way.

If you can't use grass as bait, then use people!

Seducing prey is something that hunting team fighters often do. Shao Xuan told the other four people about his experience in hunting blue-faced fangs before starting to act.

Rushing to the green fang team under the mountain, came to the fierce scene, had no intention of stopping, and chased the people of the rocky mound all the time. But there are also some blue-faced toothpicks on the side of the team who will distract themselves from the movement next to them.

The people of several tribes who have already descended from the mountain, because Shao Xuan has ordered them, blue fangs can easily detect the movement around them, so be extra careful, it is best to wait for all of them to pass before doing so, otherwise it may lead the large team to the mountain where they rest, so as to help the people of the rocky mound to stop the crisis for them.

Though Shao Xuan has been told that there will be a lot of blue fangs coming, the real downhill will still let several tribal people tremble.

In the night, you can't see exactly what it's like to run over there. You can only hear the sound of the wind scrape over. It's like the constant wind scratching hard. The sound of the leaves hides the movement of the tribes. They hide in the grass, on the branches, etc., and keep a quiet eye on that side.

Those blue-faced fangs did run over to the rocky side, and a few blue-faced fangs on the side of the team seemed to notice something, suddenly rushing out of the team and coming this way.

The nearest one of the eight tribes had a secret curse in his heart, and he thought he had been exposed, and he could see that the flushing blue-faced fangs only relieved him when he was chasing something like a mouse.

However, he soothed too early, listening only to a bang, as if something had pierced the trunk, followed by a crisp clicking.

The tree he was hiding was knocked down.

There are a lot of trees in Green Fang's team that look down this way, but see nothing that interests them to exasperate anger, and continue to shock with the big team.

The man who had hidden on the fallen tree did not follow the tree to the ground. He hooked a very thin piece of silk on his foot. The whole person was attached to that thin piece of silk. Otherwise, if he had not seen him, he would not have been able to see it, there would still be a man there.

Whisper--

Extremely light sounds rang out, but were obscured by the clatter of the leaves.

A large net was quietly woven by five different tribesmen hiding in different locations, and at this moment the net was silently closing towards the blue fangs of the disengaged team.

At night, six nocturnal flying birds muttered and rested on nearby trees. Running blue-faced fangs don't pay attention to them, they're flying in the sky, they can't do it, they're not interested.

Another “cuckoo” was heard, not from these birds, but from the woods not far away.

After hearing the sound, the six night birds flew that way. Not long ago, the six birds flew this way again, just different than before, they all grabbed a vine on their claws, and the six birds, just grabbed the six horns of a net!

“Goo-goo! ”

The sound coming from the woods seemed like a guide, six flying birds grabbing the net towards another disengaged group, attacking the wild beast's blue-faced fangs in the grass and flying away.

These six birds are not really domesticated, they are only ordered by the Feather tribe people using tribal secrets for emergency relief. The six birds cannot carry out effective tasks independently, but can only guide them a little by voice and tell them what to do.

In addition to the eight tribes and the feather tribes, the Thousand Faces, the Reckless Tribes, the Longboat Tribes, etc. each use their own methods and techniques to lay their hands on the Blue Face Fang.

The large group of blue fangs has passed, Shao Xuan leads the last ones to the mountain, then separates the blue fangs from the others, and leads them to the set trap, back to the tribal Gula and other people to assist.

A single blue-faced fang is okay. Once their temper and style of action are corrected, the plan can succeed. If there are more blue-faced fangs, the variables are huge. Not only can the plan fail, but it can also put everyone in crisis.

One blue-faced fang stepped into the trap and struggled hard, trying to poke out all the surrounding vines with his fangs, jumping from the trees on both sides of Shao Xuan and Gula, quickly passed by, tying the freed blue-faced fangs with the vines.

The air at the tip of the fangs, shaking at a strange frequency, shouting, it is howling, exasperating anger, two nostrils of hot air with higher temperatures than boiling water, even though Shao Xuan and Gula have avoided, can clearly feel the surrounding rising temperatures. The air around the blue-faced fangs is like a stripped Mustang. It is unregulated and unreliable to tie them alone. No one knows how long such a tie can bind them.

Not much, after tied up, Shao Xuan pulled out several polished and poisoned copper needles, which he had built before coming, smeared the venom collected on some plants in the mountain forest, and brought a needle to the green fangs.

That toxin works to stun large beasts, and some beasts with poor resistance may even die from eating that plant accidentally. Shao Xuan didn't know if this was suitable for blue-faced fangs, so he brought several pieces with him this time, one useless and another. The last time he looked for a blue-faced fang, he didn't use this one, so he was going to give it a try.

The blue-faced fang struggle slowed considerably after three consecutive pieces, the frequency of jets in the nostrils also decreased, and the air around the body seemed to stop.

“Three to five, there's no need for more.” Shao Xuan looked at the slowly struggling blue-faced fangs there and said.

After that, Shao Xuan caught another blue-faced fang falling into the trap. They may be very hard to grab and fast to chase when they're not hooked, but as soon as they step into a trap, they can be quickly tied up by the people who are ambushing them and tied up with three or five needles to be honest.