Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Under the night, confrontations are taking place everywhere.

Sometimes you can hear people screaming, sometimes you can hear collisions.

Shao Xuan tied up the third blue-faced tooth beast he caught tonight and tied it with three needles. After it stopped struggling, he blew the wooden whistle.

Without much conference, Dokan, Mai and other four people gathered this way, and a few people from the tribe came back.

“What do you say? Are you hurt?” Shao Xuan smelled blood, and the blood of the blue-faced fangs did not have such a bloody smell, it could only be human blood.

“All right, a little wound.” Dokang lifted his arm, and on his arm, there was a thumb-length wound, but it looked like he had been scratched with a paw by some beast, the wound was about three fingers wide, had been herbalized, and wrapped in a torn linen cloth. It was only rubbed over by the tip of the blue-faced fangs. If you replace it with the teeth of other beasts, the injuries are just broken skin. To some extent, they are minor injuries.

In addition to Dokang, Mai, Tao and Xiang Chen, there were some wounds on the three people, and the people who went back to the tribe were also the most seriously injured, the one who went back to the tribe was stabbed in the abdomen. If he hadn't been dragged by Dokan at the time, he would have been dragged down slightly by the tip of the blue-faced fangs, rather than stabbed. Perhaps now the wound in the other side's abdomen is a big blood hole, and that would have killed him.

Hershey, the elder returning to the tribe, is grateful for this, and his heart has decided that cooperation with Flaming Horn will continue in the future, this time they will send a thank-you gift. Indeed, the horns of flames are more reliable than those of several other tribes.

“We caught one each and two on the Dokan side.” Mike said.

Together, the four men caught five, three on Shao Xuan's side, plus the one in the stone hole, for a total of nine.

“Shao Xuan, will you continue?” Dokang rubbed his hands and still itched. Too bad you didn't catch so many fangs.

“No, we're going away.” Shao Xuan said.

“Leaving so soon?” Dokan is reluctant.

“Now while those blue-faced fangs are attracted to the attention of the rocky people, let's get out of here. Otherwise, it will be difficult for us to run again once they have returned to God. Don't be greedy.” Shao Xuan's sense of crisis has not been eliminated. What if those blue fangs turn to target them? In order to escape, the people of the Rock Mountain may be led this way by a group of blue-faced fangs.

Dokang also thought, there is no need to rush, anyway, this is still the Wesen Mountain Forest. If you want to catch it again in the future, their tribe is on the edge of the Wesen Mountain Forest. Compared to other tribes, it is considered a distant hunt.

“Well, let's get out of here. Don't wait for the Iwamo people to design it. The slave owners are very insidious.” Thoughtful Dokan is now reluctant to hurry back, take these blue-faced fangs caught, and go back and try to build a weapon. He was very protective against the slave owners, and whoever made the slave owners on the other side of the sea was a powerful force. Slave owners on this side of the world, though still nestled in the desert, are also slave owners and must be guarded against it.

Show Gula to blow a whistle and inform the other tribesmen that Shao Xuan went back to Shi Cave to bring out the first blue-faced fang caught, put three needles on it, and let these blue-faced fangs awake, I wonder if they will bring the blue-faced fang herd when walking, too risky.

“What, nobody's here yet?” When Shao Xuan went down the mountain, he hadn't seen anyone else. There is nothing important in the stone cave. Everyone can fish for their prey and go. But now Gula has blown the whistle of gathering and slipping. Did the people not hear it, or couldn't resist the prey?

“I'll blow it again.” Gullah's facial color unbelievably whistled again. Over the years, they have worked with several other tribes, and how they interact with each other is clear, knowing what kind of whistle represents. If the situation cannot return to the whistle, there is a reason, but in such a large area, no one can hear the whistle and cannot return to the whistle?

At this point, somewhere in the mountain forest, there was a whistle like a bird screaming at night.

“It's the feather tribe, they don't intend to leave immediately, let's wait.” Gula's eyebrows are wrinkled with several pleats.

“Tell them either they're coming right now, we're going together, or they're going to keep grabbing us here, and we're going now.” Shao Xuan said.

Gula did, but when she came back, she didn't want to leave immediately.

“Whatever. Let's go.” Shao Xuan said, letting Gula return to a post.

Soon, there was a short whistle back there.

“They agreed.” Gulah can't figure it out. Isn't it the Green Fang Beast? Why don't you just stay here? Why so greedy?

Shao Xuan also felt that it was not the style of those people, unless, of course, they knew something and knew the importance of blue-faced fangs.

Golden utensils that are not in the melting state, in contact with the vegetarian blood of the blue-faced fangs, cannot change anything, and those who cannot discover it because of this.

Thinking about it, Shao Xuanmei's heart beat. Rock Ripper!!

Unless the Rock Rippers volunteered to tell those people that secret! So that the tribesmen can keep stalling the herd here!!

“Perhaps they have learned the secret of the Azure Fang Beast.” Shao Xuan said.

“What secret?” Back to the tribe people look at Shao Xuan, "Green Fang Beast, what's the point?” This is something they have never understood, and unfortunately, the flaming horns have a knot in their hearts about several tribes, and they are prepared and unwilling to say it.

“Golden ware. ”

Shao Xuan said only two words, but let the expression on the faces of several people returning to the tribe fluctuate. His eyes ranged from shocked and incredible at the beginning to burning in heat.

“Golden ware?! It's gold! No wonder!” Hershey feels like blood is going to burn.

“Now is not the time to say that, since the people of the rocky mound have already made their move, you tell the others to retreat or else they will not. The people of the rocky mound want to divert the target of the herd to them.” Shao Xuan said to Gula.

“Ah? Oh.” Gulah still has some of the things that haven't slowed God down, the shaking hands almost didn't grab the wooden whistle, and the whistle that came out was shaking with trembling. Good thing, the meaning to be expressed has passed.

“We really don't grab much?” Hershey's voice was harsh, his eyes flashed, his choices were uncertain, and he had guessed the possible answer. No wonder no one else is willing to go. If they knew this, who would put these down?

Shao Xuan hasn't spoken yet, the Mai and Dao next door just "hummed”, they didn't want to tell the other tribes this secret, who made the relationship not so good? There have also been several contradictions. What kind of tribe has the advantage of hiding without showing it to others? Even well-connected tribes will be prevented.

Now because of the possible behavior of the Rock Ling people, Shao Xuan will tell the secret, and these people still want to change Shao Xuan's decision? The Rock and Mahal have already made their move. Staying here is a dead end. Wait for the herd to rush over?

“Stay if you want, we're leaving anyway. ”

Five people at the corner of the flame took steps with their fangs on their faces.

The people returning to the tribe wanted to say something, but they sighed a long time, biting their teeth and leaving with the Five Flaming Horns.

In order to avoid the rocky side, Shao Xuan pedestrians circled the two mountains, walked far away from the mountain forest, and did not meet the flock of green fangs.

Shortly after Shao Xuan left, the group of blue-faced fangs that had attacked the rocky side suddenly turned around, divided into three roads and rushed in different directions, all of which had tribal activity.

This was done deliberately by the slaves in order to take away the blue-faced Fang Beast so that he could leave with his prey. When he left, the arrow found that he had grabbed 11 and left only eight!

“Thief 4!! ”

Ya really didn't expect the thief to steal his prey! It prevented the tribesmen, lured the herd of beasts, but when he turned around, he was followed by three prey!

He almost threw up blood, but now is not the time to be angry. With some slaves and the remaining eight blue-faced toothpicks, the arrows rushed down the mountain.

The sky is still dark, you can smell the human blood, there are also some murmuring noises, the blood from the blue-faced fangs that were cut down on the ground, make a distracting sound, eventually only a little skin and teeth left, the hardest weapon ever, with the death of the blue-faced fangs without its power, the long fangs become like ordinary animal teeth, nothing special.

However, compared to the number of dead blue-faced fangs, the number of people killed by rocky slaves came here close to 400, and now only a little more than a hundred have left with the arrows.

Nearly two hundred people were killed in a sudden attack by a group of blue-faced fangs, and screams continue to be heard.

But the arrows don't care. The prey you take home is more important. Unfortunately, there are still too few people to bring in. I knew he would bring in a thousand and eight hundred people.

He stole three of them. He was upset. When he thought of sending someone to lead the herd of beasts to the tribesmen, he was very happy. Let the tribesmen taste the taste of being attacked by the herd of beasts! Trying to get the benefit while you can? No way!