Chronicles of Primordial Wars

When the hunting team returned, Shao Xuan told the witches and chiefs what he saw and reminded them to be prepared in advance.

Now, everything seems normal, the climate is in line with the season, it's not hotter, it's not colder, it seems to be back to normal, but not only the Flaming Horn Tribes, but also the many tribes on the continent, after an exceptionally difficult winter, the lack of water can really provoke their nerves.

There are many streams, ponds, small and medium-sized lakes formed by groundwater on this continent, and when the winter is over and the rains are upon us and the weather becomes normal, those water sources still do not look like they are rising back, but the situation is worse.

There are still a small number of water sources, for which reason competition for resources has erupted again.

When the spring flowers blossom, it should be alive, but this land is filled with unspeakable panic.

Dry brown blood spills in the riverside bushes with residual killings in the rotten smell, telling passing passers-by what happened here.

Listening to the news brought back by the distant team, Shao Xuan was as silent as the chiefs and leaders of Horn Yan.

Half a dozen, the witch finally made a sound.

“Everything is a sign, we, need to be prepared in advance.” With a sigh in his words, he slowly walked to the window and looked up at the blue sky and the floating white clouds outside, "and even we had to be ready for what was happening to our ancestors a thousand years ago. ”

The words of the witch shocked the whole house and could no longer sit, one jumping like a stab.

“What?! ”

“Witch, what did you just mean...”

“Do you really think what's about to happen will be the same as what happened to our ancestors back then? ”

Neither the chief nor the chief can calm down now, and their preparations, just thinking about the level of difficulty experienced in the past winter, do not go any further, but listening to the witch can still be the same as what happened to their ancestors a thousand years ago? Doesn't that mean... the extent of destruction?!

Ron and Dokan looked at the old witch standing in front of the window and turned to the old lady who had been sitting there quietly, "You mean? ”

The old lady sitting there lifted her eyelids, helplessly swept Rodokan's eyes, and they spent a long time together, and the old lady's eyes, Rodokan and Dokan, they could guess what it meant.

At this point, the old lady's reaction is obviously to acquiesce to what the old witch just said! That means she thinks the same thing!!

Shock, fear, panic… all emotions go around in your head, leaving nothing but plain blanks.

What can they, who are familiar with history, who have not experienced the natural calamities of a thousand years ago, learn from the notebooks of their ancestors what even their mighty ancestors could not have avoided?

A thousand years ago, a natural disaster broke the horn from the glorious throne, with a clash of ideas that led to the division of tribes into two, once glorious horns, falling into dust and fading out of sight.

It's the power of the heavens and the earth. The ancestors can't resist it. Can they hold it?

What if I knew in advance? Didn't our ancestors predict that? Even if you can't predict something specific, there's always a hunch, right? But the result is still that.

Others, perhaps the Horn of Fire, still struggle, but if it is the same natural disaster as it was a thousand years ago, they are deeply frightened.

“What should we do?” O. clamped his fist to his side and trembled slightly.

That's what everyone wants to know.

Once again, the house is silenced like a silent night, surrounded by cold, low pressures, and even if the warm wind blows in with the sun temperature outside the window, it will not improve the atmosphere that falls to the ice. The more thoughts in each person's brain spread in all directions, the more shocked they were, the more they thought, the more they felt like they were frozen.

In less than four years, I thought I would have a new beginning, but now that I know the news, it's like destroying the hopes that you've always had.

Manpower, Blockable, Heaven's Power, Unstoppable! This is what every tribe thinks.

After a long time, when the people in the house continued to put their gaze on Shao Xuan's body, Shao Xuan, who was thinking, reacted. He looked up, and the people in the room looked at him.

“What?” Shao Xuan wondered.

“Can you…?” Ask.

The fact that Shao Xuan can use the knot knot knitting technique is known to all present in the house.

“I've done this several times before, and I haven't been able to do it once.” Shao Xuan shook his head.

The other people in the room were blind and disappointed. They were still thinking that what the witch could not know, maybe Shao Xuan could use the technique of Bu Xuan. Now it seems that this method cannot be used.

Dokan grabbed the hard, short hair on his head, "Well, can we use the power of our ancestors? ”

“The power of ancestors?” The people here were first confused and then looked at Shao Xuan with the glittering eyes they were expecting.

Yeah, ancestral power!

Didn't the people over there rely on the power of their ancestors to cross the sea directly?!

The power of such a powerful ancestor is said not to be available to everyone, and even the ancestors of the millennium ago could derive far less power from bone decorations than Shao Xuan did.

Shao Xuan took out the necklace of bone accessories he had been wearing and took a deep breath, then sighed: “The ancestral bone accessories are not necessarily usable. Too much power has been used across the ocean, and bone decorations have not been restored yet, and even if they can be used, they may not help you much. ”

The six bone pieces on the necklace are now a little brighter than they were when they first crossed the ocean, but they cannot be compared to what they were before crossing the ocean, like a weary man, who has not been given enough cushioning time and whose strength has not yet been fully restored. If used again in this context, not only will it fail to reach its peak, it may also have to lose its strength.

All hope cannot rest on ancestral bone decorations, but other ways must be found.

“Neither can I, nor can I, what can I do? Can't you get out of here?!” Dokan muttered.

When Dokan fell, he was stared at by several people in the room. How can you say that? This is the place! How can you leave so easily?!

However… the situation is indeed not the same as it was a thousand years ago.

Where we are now, there is no spark.

Even if the entire tribe were to change places now, theoretically, it would be okay.

No one wants to leave, even without the spark, but they still belong in their minds. But isn't this a special case? Tribes can leave first, find somewhere to hide, and then come back after the disaster has passed.

It seems okay to think so.