Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Changes in the infinity river have been a constant concern for the people of the Kui tribe.

The change in the river lasted for several days, but the real movement was delayed, as if they had seen a boulder thrown at them, but they had not seen the stone fall, and the witches and chiefs of the clan had been sleepless for several nights.

The crocodiles in the river have collectively moved their nests away from the banks of the river since there were anomalies on the other side of the river, and now their range of activity deviates a lot from the banks of the river. They are willing to climb long distances even if they go into the water every day, which makes the people of the clan even more sad at the same time. What is it that makes crocodiles behave like this?

Until one day, when it seemed peaceful, the ground suddenly shook, and crocodiles, who had been swimming in the water, panicked to climb ashore from the river in the creek and continued to run away from the riverbank towards their newly excavated caves.

Those who stood on the crocodile's back were turned upside down, and no matter what he called them, those crocodiles simply didn't turn back and climbed into their new caves.

After the earthquake shook a little, there was no movement.

Waiting for the warriors of the tribe to look around, they found a lot of dead fish in the river. A few days ago, the fish were beating violently and constantly on the river, with their big mouths torn apart from each other, and now one by one, they rolled up their bellies, floating on the water, motionless.

“This... what's going on?! ”

The soldiers on patrol hurried back to report the matter to the witches and chiefs.

Over the next few days, every other day, every time it moves, it gets shorter and more intense.

The people of the tribe listened to the witches and chiefs, learned the crocodiles, and moved all the houses away from the banks of the river.

And by that time, many parts of the continent had run out of water.

Well, the weather hasn't changed significantly, and it's still the same climate as in previous years, except that every time it rains, the tribes, and the tourists who depend on the tribes to survive, grab the ready pots and grab the water.

Tribes who are good at pottery make a lot of money in such a weird environment. Large pottery used to be hard to sell, and now the best sellers are those pottery tanks and large pots.

Burning pottery is simple, but good pottery is not easy. Many people burn pottery of poor quality, easily crumble, even the tank walls infiltrate the outside, or use it shortly, it is not solid and can only buy pottery where it is traded.

The same goes for Flaming Horn, where travelers ask for labor for pottery pots and stuff.

After a shower, people inside and outside the tribe lived busily, entering the house like watered pottery.

Now, because of the special circumstances, if a witch feels it is going to rain, she will inform the tribe people in advance, and when she sees the sky change, everyone will rush to remove their own water collection tools and fill them with water, so that in the end, there are not many places for outsiders to walk. But when it rained, not many people were outside, and everyone was busy catching water.

Ground vibrations are felt not only along the continental margins, but also elsewhere, especially in the mountainous forests where the horns of flame are located, which are particularly intense, and, with each ground vibration, there is a riot, a flock of beasts roaring and birds flying in the mountain forests.

Most surprisingly, during a hunt out, Shao Xuan saw a volcano in the mountain forest, which should not have erupted in a long time, a depression at the top of the mountain, and formed a pool where Shao Xuan had been with the hunting team.

It looked like it hadn't erupted in thousands of years. There were a lot of plants and animals growing there, and Shao Xuan didn't care.

But this time, as he went out with the hunting team and carried his prey to the resting cave, he passed over there, that raised mountain thousands of meters above the ground, obviously the same as before, but gave Shao Xuan a strange sense of humility.

Shao Xuan also asked the hunting team to show the others, they looked at the volcano, there was nothing special about it, only Shao Xuan, the more he looked at it, the more shocked he was, the more he always felt, it seemed that under this tranquility, there was a vicious monster waiting to be hidden.

It's not necessarily the real beast living there. Shao Xuan just felt a panic when he saw it. This is the first reaction of intuition. It won't be like this for no reason. There must be a reason.

Then the successive earthquakes gave rise to a conjecture in Shao Xuan's heart. If so, that conjecture became true...

Inhaling a deep breath of cool air, Shao Xuan called to look after the cultivated land and asked about the situation in the underground.

Some of the newly planted crops with short growing cycles are almost ripe and are just small dishes that some warriors don't like. Other non-Totem warriors in the tribe liked, and these are good for their bodies. When the land was empty, the people who took care of the cultivated land chose to plant these seeds.

The harvested grains and some food that can be stored for a long time have been disposed of and stored in warehouses, weapons have been constructed, and people have been preparing for the anxiety of their hearts.

In the midst of one earthquake after another, the rainy season arrives.

As in previous years, the rainy season is not as pronounced as it was on the banks of the river, except for more rainfall, which is not only frequent but also intense this year. People don't always take out water containers anymore. But it doesn't reduce the panic in people's minds.

Boom...

The ground was vibrated again, and the pottery tank where the water was picked up fell over and even broken.

Some of them barely stood steady, all kinds of apparatus clanging together, a lot of crying from children in the house.

This is already a good situation, after all, with more ground vibrations and psychological preparedness, not as panicky as a headless fly at first.

It's only been five days since the last vibration. The time interval is shorter.

Wow!

Rain falls more urgently, and in the past, perhaps many people living near rivers would fear that such heavy rains would flood the rivers and submerge their arable land?

Now, however, no one thinks about the flooding of the river, because the river remains at a lower level.

Lu tribe.

The leaders of the Lu tribe stood in front of the pond occupied by their tribe with a wooden face, where it had become a bottomless hole.

Since the end of winter, there has been no more water coming out of this pond, and even now, during this very frequent rainfall, there has been no momentum for water coming from the accumulation of water in the surrounding area.

This rainy season is unusual and has never been experienced by many. Precipitation is high and still raging, but river water is still not rising.

The feeling is even stronger among the tribal clans living on the margins of the continent.

The patrolling fighters stood on the banks of the Great River, looking far away, and those vast terror river beasts leapt out of the water and made a long whistle.

Living here for so long, this time of year, they hear the river masters roaring and taking the river team away. But for the first time, they heard the sounds of the river masters that were not like those of previous years. This time, the sounds were sharper, more urgent and made people panic.

Moreover, according to the law of every year, the various river beasts in the river will leave during the rainy season, but this year's departure of the river beasts occurred long before the rainy season had arrived!

During the rainy season, the riverbeasts left particularly early.

During the rainy season, the tribal crocodiles, who had not left, rarely appeared, went down less often, and in many cases stayed far from the banks of the river.

During the rainy season of the year, the river water in the infinity river began to decline early, and before the end of the rainy season, the fall became apparent.

No matter how much rain falls, the falling river cannot be saved.

“What do you say happens?” A warrior from a tribe of clans drizzled with rain, wiped his face and asked.

After he asked, he heard no response from the others in the team. At first glance, a soldier stared at the river, as if to stare out his eyes, grey, as if to see something extremely horrible.

“What are you looking at? Look at you scared...”

The soldier also saw what was happening on the river.

In fact, they didn't really see it. After all, it was far away, and there were thick rain curtains that disturbed their gaze, and they could only see a blurred shadow. But it was this blurry shadow that scared the soldiers on patrol to death.

Among the many great rivers that descended, on the far surface, there was a river monster that had been exposed to the surface of the river, and it suddenly exploded, a river dominator who had been able to give people an incomparable sense of repression.

Yeah, it just exploded.

Looks like a piece of loose mud, pinched by force.

In the distance, it's bloody. The cry of the terror river beast stopped, and no other terror river beast appeared. Everything on the river, like a sudden calm, might have sounded like something, but the river bank was far away, and the noise of the rain continued to fall, and the warriors of the clan could not hear anything else.

Far from the river, like covered in bloody mist, the others are invisible.

The hurried rain fell on people, falling into their eyes and flowing from the tribesmen with narrow pupils. They can tolerate water entering their eyes, but rushing rain falls too fast, causing a little discomfort in the eyes. But at this time, that discomfort cannot affect the mood of the fighters at all.

After a little silence, this group of tribal warriors reacted and breathed a deep sip of cool water with rain.

Rainwater poured into the trachea from the nasal cavity, and several fighters were choked, coughing like they were trying to cough up their lungs. In fact, the rain wasn't choking so badly, it was just that they had just returned from shock and just wanted to do something that exasperated fear.

On the surface of the river, that was the hegemony of the river, and everyone was extremely constrained by it and recognized its hegemony in the river. But the mighty river dominates, but in an instant, it turns into a bloody mist!

What kind of power is that?!