Chronicles of Primordial Wars

He was probably starving and blood drawn again. After waking up with seven blue-faced fangs, although he appeared to be in poor mental condition, his eyes were still harsh. The blue-faced beast with a wrinkle looked more and more hazy. The tips of the two large fangs could still hear the crackling air, which seemed to be irritating and unstable.

“What should I do?”

Dokang dropped a grass in his hand on the floor, grabbed his hair and asked Shao Xuan.

Now don't tell the seven blue-faced fangs to feed, they are difficult to connect, a little closer, those seven are like seeing enemies, shaking their fangs hard to try to get through.

Although all seven of them are now tightly and firmly tied, even if they shake their heads, their angles are limited, and they cannot actively injure people, but now they do not cooperate at all.

The grass that Dokan threw in front of them, or he woke up early in the morning and went to the softest grass cut on the mountain, the animal breeders outside the woods like to eat this. Unfortunately, the seven were not grateful at all, and they didn't even look at it and desperately wanted to use their fangs to Zadokan.

“I don't see much difference in this grass. Why don't they eat it?” Dokan sat directly on the floor, staring at the seven fierce beasts not far away.

“Why don't I pull one of those grasses over?” Mac asked.

“That's just been planted, and how many of them are there? Even if they eat, they don't grow enough grass.” Dokan shook his head and didn't think it was a good idea.

If these seven blue-faced fangs go on like this, keep people away, be hostile to the people around them, and eat seriously, you can only... put them down and leave their teeth and bones behind as horns if you can't get them down.

Shao Xuan looked at the struggle over there and jerked off his seven blue fangs. He decided to give it a try.

He has been thinking about how to deal with these seven blue-faced fangs for the past few days. The tribe is in great demand for new bronze apparatus, and now it is not a good idea to go back to catching the blue-faced fangs. The weather is getting hotter and drier. The beasts of all sizes in the mountain forests today are fighting for water resources. Killing is more intense, and the mountain hinterland becomes more dangerous. It is not a good time to enter the mountain forest.

If these seven were raised and blood taken once every seven days, they would survive, and the tribes would get what they wanted from them.

If you want to keep it for a long time, it's not a big deal to keep it tied up, it's the best thing to do.

And to make them more comfortable, it is impossible to domesticate them. Their temper has long been nurtured. Shao Xuanshi thinks there is only one way to go - slavery!

As has been said before, the first slave will be the most loyal of all slaves and the most closely connected to the sense of slave masters. Other slaves, if better, will almost always be the common denominator of slavery, so great caution must be exercised in the selection of the first slave. However, Shao Xuan already had his first slave, and his loyalty was very high. Other than that, Shao Xuan really has not been enslaved.

Hui has also warned Shao Xuan that, apart from the first slave, slaves enslaved behind him have limited loyalty and may even betray the slave owner, and that wanton enslavement of slaves can also lead to the dispersal of their characteristics and strengths and weak connections of consciousness. Choosing slavery requires more thought.

Shao Xuan does not want to enslave people for the time being, but these blue-faced toothpicks can be tried. Seven, not many, are much better than those slave owners in the desert who enslave hundreds of people. Consciousness is not close enough, it doesn't matter, Shao Xuan doesn't want them to fight or work, just don't know if they will listen after being enslaved.

Gotta try.

Shao Xuan conveyed his thoughts to the chief and the chief, etc. Although the tribesmen had an exclusivity to the slave owners, it was only directed at those in the desert, as well as at some people on the other side of the sea, not towards Shao Xuan.

The exclusion of the tribesmen from the slave owners is due to the tribesmen's exclusivity. Only subconsciously, the tribesmen did not treat Shao Xuan as the slave owner. Shao Xuan is a Flaming Horn, even if he can enslave the slave, it is also a Flaming Horn, where is the slave owner? They won't admit it!

This is entirely in accordance with their own division, let alone Shao Xuan. Even if other people in the tribe, witches, chiefs, leaders or other warriors can enslave them, the tribesmen will not admit that they are slave owners. Whatever others say, they will not admit it anyway, they are clearly their own people, they are Flaming Horn tribesmen! Your mouth is broken, the Horn Man is also in and out of his ear, stubborn thoughts, a muscle persists to the end.

Knowing that Shao Xuan also mastered the method of slavery, Dokang and others had also thought, wanted to learn, unfortunately, never learned, and finally, those who can now use the method of slavery, in addition to Shao Xuan, those who have some inheritance power after the fusion of the spark within the tribe, such as the two witches, Kusatsu and several other warriors. However, the success rate is not high, not to mention, most importantly, those people are unreliable.

Instead of letting them enslave the blue-faced fangs, let Shao Xuan try it.

There is no other place to tie the blue-faced beast but Shao Xuan and several chiefs. There are fighters out there, guarded, who won't let unrelated people near them.

Shao Xuan swept the blue-faced fangs and walked to the one with a broken tooth.

When he saw Shao Xuan, he probably recognized the blue-faced fang. He struggled hard. The killing gas in his eyes was like a real shot. If it wasn't tied up at this moment, he would probably rush towards Shao Xuan regardless, spelling you to death.

Unfortunately, it is now tied up, mentally ill, struggling to this day, hungry and weak, and much less powerful to attack Shao Xuan.

Staring at the blue-faced fangs in front of him, Shao Xuan reached out. After a long time of not using the power of slavery, Shao Xuan slowly mobilized the power of inheritance in accordance with the rules of power swimming in memory.

The momentum around Shao Xuan mutated in an instant. In my mind, the totem flame swept violently, the “shell” wrapped outside the totem flame became shiny, five bunches of blue flames protruded from inside, momentum like dragon, directly through my arm, straight to Shao Xuan's five fingers.

Pff--

A solid blue flame emerged from Shao Xuan's hand.

The blue-faced fangs struggling to jet hard were suddenly extinguished. Not only the one in front of Shao Xuan, but the other six also shook the flag drum. The struggling movement stopped, but the eyes stared at Shao Xuan.

The blue flame was wrapped around the palm of his hand and spying on the blue fang in front of him.

Whoo!

There was a sudden gust of wind in the house, and the air seemed to be flashing with a layer of ripples.

A few fighters outside the house were still a little uncertain when they heard the wind. Look at the trees outside and the weeds on the ground, they didn't sway very much. How did they hear the wind?

But the wind is getting louder and louder, and it's hard for the guards to ignore it.

In some of the tiny cracks in the house doors and windows, the turbulent air currents erupt, making sharp noises, like something growling, about to rush out.