Chronicles of Primordial Wars

The journey back was quite smooth, no more thieves and rocky people, the fierce beasts and dangerous flora and fauna in the woods, etc., everyone has been guarded, but the weather is getting hotter, in the once wet mountain forest, even the slippery moss of the ground has started to dry, the water source is near daily slaughter, Shao Xuan they have taken several times of the water color of blood.

This kind of weather makes everyone feel heavy, even a few flaming horns who would have been happy to catch their prey are in a big discount. Especially Dokan, who went through the winter last year, which, compared to the present, is just another extreme, and I hear it's worse than last year, perhaps, by the sea, already submerged in heavy snow?

When they returned to the tribe, Shao Xuan realized that the situation in the mountain forest was good. During the time they entered the mountain forest in search of blue-faced fangs, the stream from which the tribe often fetched water dried up. There were three similar streams in the vicinity that did not see a drop of water flow. The tribe used water to fetch it further away. But this is good. At least the flaming horns are strong. It is not difficult for a team of soldiers to carry back a few large tanks of water every day. Expanded beast rings and fields can be used temporarily, and there is no crisis.

It's just that a lot of tribes out there don't feel so good anymore.

Heaven can't change, people are panicking, many small tribes hold a ceremony every few days, hope to change the situation today through prayer and sacrifice, however, the heavens have not changed much, even the hotter.

The dripping rain did not fall, not only did the beasts in the mountains and forests fight and kill each other because of the water, but also the people.

It has been said that during this unusually hot and dry winter, more tribes are at war than ever before, and that this is also due to water sources, most of which are located in locations related to water sources, which were good when water was not scarce, and which now escalates in contradiction. After all, not every tribe is as close to the mountain forest as the Horn of Fire. Fighting is inevitable to survive.

After leaving the mountains and forests, several other tribes did not stay too long in the flaming corners, not only because of the blue-faced fangs, but also because of the harsh living conditions brought about by today's climate, they were worried that they would have to hurry back to their tribes as soon as possible.

Fortunately, only some of the people who entered the mountain forest before, each tribe had some people waiting in the flaming corner, and those who sent “good faith” here could help protect the blue-faced fangs, saving half the way from being robbed. When survival becomes difficult, there are more people who rob and they have to prepare.

When all those tribes leave, the flaming horn side enters intense preparatory work.

The Azure Fang Beast that I've been waiting for all day is back. It's time for the next step.

Due to the special blood of the blue-faced fangs, if the blood is bled with a knife, it has evaporated without waiting. The time is too short. In a hurry, it is easy to make mistakes in casting. It is best to safely remove some of the blood first.

To this end, Shao Xuan made a simple syringe with a bamboo tube, the arm of a child is thick, nearly half a meter long, the interior is polished and washed multiple times, so as not to bring too much impurities into the time to affect the casting. The pistons are made of resin, taken directly from the plants in the mountain forest and connected to the piston rods.

A needle is a bird's bone, which is hollow, picks a bone that is thin enough and hard enough to be attached to the syringe at one end and sharpens the tip at the other end for easy puncture. Too thin or not, not hard enough, easy to break.

After doing this, Shao Xuan tried to get water a few times, okay, no water leakage.

When Shao Xuan made something like this, everyone felt it was very novel. When Shao Xuan used the syringe to fetch water, they knew what it was for and naturally looked forward to it.

Nine blue-faced fangs, two back to the tribe, seven left. Now, all seven are still in a coma. On their way back, Shao Xuan showed signs of waking up. They filled a few needles before settling down. Strangely, blue-faced fangs, apart from eating, rarely open their mouths, even when they fall asleep, often keep their mouths dead and closed, with only two large nostrils jetting. Shao Xuan can't even fill them with medicine, he can only use it.

“Can I use this?” Ohe and Zhenluo stood behind Shao Xuan and watched him suck the water out of the pottery tank with a syringe and inject it into another pottery tank.

“Try it.” I haven't tried Shao Xuan, and I'm not sure. Who knows if Blue Fang's blood will react with bamboo and gum?

“Drag one over.” Shao Xuan told Dokang to bring up the prey.

Dokang swept a glance at the seven blue-faced fangs on the ground and picked out the fattest one. It was the first one Shao Xuan caught, and only one fang was broken.

Though the one is no longer a rounded stomach and "thin” a lot, it is still a fat lap compared to several others. No wonder Dokan picked him up.

Looking at the blue-faced fangs in front of him, Shao Xuan thought, if you can succeed in taking blood like this, you don't have to kill them directly at once. After all, it is not clear how much to use now, when to use them at a time. There are countless times in your mind, you have to try again. If you fail, you have to try again. Seven looks like more, but if you fail again, will you go back to the mountains to catch them? It's just been less than a day.

Shao Xuan squatted, avoided his long fangs, looked at the distribution of his bones, judged where his viscera might be, and then pulled out a dagger and cut a knife at the entrance to his chest.

This knife is not deep, it just rips open the skin and there is not much blood coming out. Blue-faced fang skin is too thick. Shao Xuan picked a thin bird bone. In order to prevent the "needle” from breaking when the skin is broken, he first broke the toughest thick skin outside with a dagger.

Green blood flows out and quickly makes a roaring sound, like boiling water, which evaporates quickly at visible speeds to the naked eye.

Ohatsu had only heard of them before, and now saw them with their own eyes, to know the special nature of the blood of this vicious beast.

Qingfang self-healing speed is very fast, Shao Xuan did not wait for the wound to heal, and then stuck.

Without a moment, the needle was pierced at an inclined angle, while advancing the needle, Shao Xuan pulled the piston rod of the syringe. Although it is not possible to see what is happening in the bamboo barrel of the syringe, Shao Xuan can feel the return of blood when pulling the piston rod. When blood enters the bamboo barrel, the force required to pull the piston rod will be much smaller. If it is tied to the blood vessel, it will be better and easier.

Shao Xuan was relieved to feel the blood in the bamboo barrel. It still works.

This time it was just an experiment. Shao Xuan maintained the needle position when returning blood, drew nearly a third of the blood pipe, and no more.

On the blue-faced fangs, the wound cut out by the dagger has healed. When Shao Xuan pulled the needle, he took some effort and almost pulled the "needle” off.

After pulling out the "needle”, the wounds on the blue-faced fangs quickly healed all, and no traces were visible in the place where they were stuck for a short time.

Shao Xuan pushed the piston of the "syringe”, extruded half a drop of green blood, the air emitted a "slurred” light sound, soon the half drop of blood also evaporated clean, sealed the needle, no more slurred sound, which proved that the blood in the bamboo tube, is still there for the time being.

The people present followed a long sigh of relief, which worked, indicating that blood could be taken this way and sent to the casting chamber to be used when smelting and casting.