Chronicles of Primordial Wars

“What about the two thieves?” The Dokans looked at Shao Xuan.

“Saved.” Shao Xuando.

It's a shame the four of us didn't smash those two thieves to death!

However, Shao Xuan's behavior was also inspired by the four people. They should not be faster than the thieves. There is another way to deal with the thieves. Just like the last time Shao Xuan held a long gold beat, he passed out the thief's seventy-one beat, and look at this time Shao Xuan smashed the tree in his arms. If someone hadn't rescued the thieves, maybe he could really smash those two people to death. Speed, however, cannot be ignored. You have to practice when you get back. Otherwise, before the tree lifts up, the other party runs out of range.

Thieves, the advantage is just their weird shape and speed, in terms of body strength and strength, they are much stronger than thieves' platelets! It is how to use their strengths against thieves that they should think about.

Seeing all four of Dokan is a thoughtful appearance, and returning to the tribe is even more rigid. Look at Dokan and them like they can't help but carry the tree a few times.

“Be careful, there are thieves around.” Shao Xuan said.

“Well, I know.” After what happened just now, we all know that we can't be distracted. Just keep an eye on the other side. Don't be distracted when you hear a little movement, it's easy to get drilled.

“No word from anyone else?” Shao Xuan asked.

“No.” Gula shook her head.

Speaking of which, those returning to the tribe suddenly sighed a long time.

Even the thieves and the rock mounds have come out. I'm afraid they haven't come out yet.

The sky has begun to shine, and the three mountain eagles have flown in with the whistle of Gulah, and it can be seen that one of the fan wings moves less naturally than the other two, the eagle that has suffered an arrow. The other two got back on their feet after leaving the blue-faced land.

Returning to the Tribes intends to take two eagles to see.

The two mountain eagles didn't like it, so they got out of there and went back? When you think about the environment that makes them uncomfortable, you're going to throw up all the meat you eat in the morning.

Although unhappy, those returning to the tribe insist that they do the same.

Watching Gula summon the mountain peak giant eagle called Mountain Knife, Shao Xuan couldn't help but think of chirping. The guy didn't know what was going on now, he couldn't find it in Eagle Mountain.

About two hours later, the sun had come out, and the temperature between the mountain forests had risen markedly. The shadows of the two mountain giant eagles only reappeared when all the condensed water had evaporated at night. But this time, they brought back a few more people.

All of them were seriously wounded by those tribes, some without an arm, wounded like blown up and still bleeding.

Those who went back to the tribe were not able to help, and Shao Xuan and several others also went to help, taking out the herbs they had with them and painting them a little.

“The others will be there shortly thereafter.” Gulah revealed his emotions and was glad that they chose to leave with Flaming Horn yesterday. Otherwise, they would certainly be the same now.

After more than an hour, the sun roasted the earth, and Shao Xuan and others were hiding in the shade to rest and heard the movement.

Everyone looks terrible, and they're not happy when they're half dead or injured.

Half the deaths and injuries were good. Shao Xuan told them about some of the attack characteristics of the blue-faced fangs. They were prepared to avoid worse conditions. However, when slaves led the herd past, they had limited skills at their disposal.

The blue fangs in the herd are filled with manic madness, completely disregarding, only knowing that the attack, like an unscrupulous hurricane, destroys whatever it sees, especially the living.

They also regretted why, when they received the whistle, they did not leave with the Flaming Horn and those returning to the tribe, but they were really stunned by the information they had received. They just wanted to grab a few more blue-faced fangs and thought, "Grab one more, one more will suffice, there must be time to retreat." But the herd didn't give them enough time.

Who's to blame for this?

Weird Horn people didn't tell them everything in advance? So much so that when they knew the truth, they couldn't let go of their immediate interests?

Think about the desert, when they excluded the Flaming Horn Three, and then they realized that the desert had changed, and they left the Flaming Horn Three there, and now they expect the Flaming Horn to do something for them? Who doesn't have feelings? Besides, “grumpy” and “irrational” flamingos?

Everyone is not intimate and cooperative, trust between them is too low, they are all prepared, secrets are naturally not told. At a different angle, they may not even take the road into the mountains.

Dokan lay there with an ax, turned a white eye on several of the people who came and continued to guard the prey of their tribe.

Shao Xuan also found that two to three blue-faced fangs were captured by all five returning tribes, with the largest number captured by the less than eight, with only two captured by all other tribes.

The blue-faced fangs tied up are all in a coma, and these tribes always have their own way to keep them in a coma.

“Hey, Kido, didn't you catch three before I saw you? Why are there only two left? And Hill Valley. Didn't you catch four? Why are there only three?” Return to Hershey, the tribe, to ask.

Hershey's confusion makes the people who keep coming here look worse.

Or the reason why the reckless tribe's ploy explains it.

“Forget it, we met the thieves when we came here. If we hadn't gathered, we'd have been robbed more! ”

They rarely get rid of the flock of green fangs, leave the place, and the flock doesn't chase after them anymore. As soon as they relax, the stolen ones do it!

“How dare you run into a thief?!” Gula was surprised.

“Also?” The curse grabbed the word, "Did you run into a thief? ”

The people who had just arrived in several tribes looked at the flaming horns and back where the tribes were guarding, and nine comatose blue-faced fangs lay there.

They're only two tribes!

Why didn't the thieves steal more? Someone has an imbalance in their mind, and it's sour.

Hershey did not care about the people's faces and spoke a little emotionally about what had happened before dawn.

Several tribes listened, and the muscles on their faces fluctuated.

“No wonder I think it's extra quiet here, and that's why.” The trick says.

Birds and animals in this forest are scared away, which also helps them rest.

Whether satisfied or not with this result, regret or not, has passed, and they will not now set foot in the land of blue-faced fangs. It is estimated that the herd of beasts is still mad, and there are birds flying.

Rested for a day, recovered strength, several tribes were silent, and others asked Shao Xuan a few people with a thick face to see if the blue-faced fangs were really related to the golden vessel. In this regard, Shao Xuan's five answers were unified as “Mmm," "Ah,” “Oh,” and so on, not much. People who ask questions are not interested and do not ask questions.

The next day, a line of people set out again and stepped on the return journey, except that the people on the return journey were in different moods, and the most exciting, probably only the flaming horns.