Chronicles of Primordial Wars

When the night gradually leaves and the moon is finally replaced by the sun, the movement is not over.

Violent Beast Mountain Forest.

The chaos had begun long before it moved, and the unpleasant beasts acted step by step. Even if they grabbed the land on a weekday, they met the dead enemy and killed each other. Now they would not look at each other more in the mountain forest, and they were fleeing.

Perhaps, because evolution ranks higher than other beasts in the mountain forest, they can feel that irresistible threat of imminent proximity, and now they have no other thoughts, and there is only one thought in their minds, which is like the intuitive response of nature rooted deep down in their hearts.

Run!

Run away from danger!

So a lot of vicious beasts, running in all directions. The forest was also sparked by their actions.

Until the sound came, the whole ground began to shake, and the mountain forests seemed completely out of balance and chaotic.

A sudden sudden sudden appearance in this mountainous forest of hundreds of millions of creatures, some beasts who panicked and could not escape fell directly into the cracked ground, only to make a desperate cry. The beasts who couldn't catch their feet fell behind them, and were caught behind them, like sacrifices, becoming the dead souls beneath the sewers.

A running beast used its powerful jumping power to cross the freshly cracked seam, but it didn't get lucky, and the next moment, a rock wall suddenly pulled up and appeared in front of it.

The whole floor was trembling violently, and the ears kept pounding.

No matter how powerful and brutal the beast is on a weekday, at this moment, it can only tremble in front of such forces.

The volcano that Shao Xuan once saw, where the top of the mountain recessed, the pool was long gone, and before Shao Xuan left, there were warriors who had seen it, and there were only some molten rocks in the recess.

And now, as the sun rises, the shock wave sprays the clouds surrounding the top of the mountain into the high sky, circular and rapidly spreading outward, at visible speeds, as the "boom” shouts a huge, violent volcanic ash and rock.

As the volcano erupted, several mountains near it collapsed instantly.

The clouds above the mouth of the mountain are even more formidable and are completely punched through by a variety of black, yellow and white rocks and dust that are sprayed.

Silenced by nearly a thousand years of volcanoes, the abrupt eruption brought about a scorching airflow, falling like a waterfall towards the surrounding mountain forests, and the magma of reddish magma rushed down the mountain entrance.

Electric light, appearing in the clouds, appearing around the black and white soot at high altitude, flashing, like a huge pair of hands, graffiti there with electric light, no laws, no intention of convergence!

More and more black smoke erupts, rising black smoke, like ink, dyeing the sky, stronger and more dominant than the clouds! And they are expanding at a terrible rate!

The beasts in the mountain forest ran desperately, huge, thick ancient trees, were smashed, some fragile beasts, directly killed, it could not escape.

The corpse of the animal that crashed the tree didn't last another second. The next moment, it was stepped into mud by a bigger beast running behind it, and the tree that just caused its death was directly knocked down.

The clicking sound, like the screaming of the mountain forest, is surrounded by panicked beasts, big, small, running without any reason, not paying attention, will also hit a group. They have been scared away from any ability to think, only by nature and intuition, to run far away from danger, and the rest, only by God's command. It's not up to these tiny creatures to decide.

Where the Flaming Horn tribe is located, there are also tourists who did not leave with the Flaming Horn team. They stayed here and felt very happy for the first two days, with big houses and people switching houses where witches and chiefs used to live, so several tourists fought. They went around the houses and found things that the Horners forgot or didn't carry, abandoned gold vessels and some food.

They were going to flip through all the flaming horn houses and then leave somewhere else, they weren't really stupid, they didn't know it was dangerous, they just took risks, they wanted to wait for the flaming horn to leave, they went to pick up the leaks, and then they left with the "spoils” and went somewhere else for more.

It's just that everything came so fast that they hadn't finished looking for all the houses, so they had already come.

The ground trembled so violently that nearly two thirds of the houses had collapsed, many of them stone houses, once considered solid, did not survive such movements.

However, the remaining tourists lived mainly in the heart of Horn Flame, where the chiefs and witches and leaders lived, and the houses were made by stronger fighters, stronger than the other houses, where the surviving tourists were the majority in the past night. But the rest of the house won't hold up much longer.

But this time it's different.

First there was an alarming outburst, they had no idea what had happened, and countless beasts ran out of the woods, scaring them out of the house.

Even though there were beasts rushing out of the woods during the daylight hours of the month before this, there were far fewer!

The tourist, hiding in the house of the witch, was frightened to death, and a large drop of sweat beads fell, trembling all over him. Beasts the size and size of the outside run from the side of the house, not only does the sound of footsteps not mean anything to rest, but the more dense, the more impatient, and even collide directly into the house. If it hadn't been for the stone house, it would have fallen. But no more solid stone houses can withstand the constant impact of land and beasts.

He swallowed his pharyngeal spit, and the traveler shook his hand and climbed up to the short table next to the wall, stepping on the short table and looking at the small window on the wall. The other windows in the house were already blocked by him, and now there are only this small window left.

Remove the plank that blocks the window, and then he looks out into the sky.

The witch lived in a nice place, and there wasn't much shelter, and you could see the tall, tall pillar in the corner of the flame, and the sky.

Looking out there, the horror in the eyes of the tourist rose to the extreme, and at that moment, he had given up survival.

The sky, red clouds in the sun, is quickly dyed black, rolling black smoke like ink, shielding the sky and expanding beyond the mountain forest.

The dense, numb flocks of birds, even as they struggle to accelerate to get out of this hellish place in front of the black smoke, are still being overtaken and devoured into darkness.

The daylight is rapidly dimming, and rocks and other things, like shells, are thrown from the land of jets, falling all over mountain forests, even on the edge of mountain forests, and even beyond them, are not spared.

The tall stone pillar, which stood near the former fire pond, was later rebuilt by Shao Xuan. The original one escaped the calamity of a thousand years ago, but was destroyed by the 10,000 stone people, but the new stone pillar was not as fortunate as the stone pillar of that year. This time, it is even more powerful than the turmoil of a thousand years ago!

Boom! Boom!

The falling stones fell and fell on the house, on the pillar, and the stone chips splashed.

The surrounding beasts roar, roar, stone impact, stagger together, shock people can't hear other sounds.

Until the last light disappears, dark all around.

The noise continues, and the panicked beasts are still searching wildly for a way to live in despair.

The black smoke of the sky continues to cover further afield, beneath it as if it were the end.