Chronicles of Primordial Wars

There is little peace on this continent.

Shao Xuan can't know what people are like elsewhere. The world doesn't want to have to rely on itself to rescue anyone from a disaster.

The ground is still moving, the black of the sky is still not dispersed, it has been two days and there is still no light.

The dust falling on the ground has accumulated a thick layer, and if it does not move on the ground on the first day, it will be buried by the dust falling on the second day.

Under the darkness, shaking, the tribe erected a large tent, which Shao Xuan made before leaving the tribe. The tent was sewn from animal hide, which was much stronger than those of the linen. The tent was supported by specially built metal rods, pulled outside with the strongest vine rope, wrapped around the large stone carried over, two or three warriors sat on the huge stone. If the large stone rolled elsewhere because of the land, they moved it back in order to maintain the stability of each tent.

In the tent rests children and women without totems, as well as elderly people with mobility difficulties, and the wounded who were injured in this movement.

A number of people were injured during the movement of the site and suffered severe pulse damage. In the past, injured hands and feet may be scrapped or their lives endangered, but with the heavenly vein, the situation is different, not only can keep hands and feet but also protect their lives.

Shao Xuan walked quickly in the team. Others needed to rely on the water moonstone for lighting. Please look around, but he didn't need it. If someone was seriously injured, he could also find it faster.

Shao Xuan joined the group responsible for transporting the wounded, transporting several of the wounded to the tent. Inside, Kusatsu handed over a new batch of medicine to the people who took care of the wounded.

“How's it going?” Shao Xuan asked.

“For the time being, there are not many people whose lives are seriously endangered.” Kusatsu handed Shao Xuan a small animal leather bag, "inside is some new good medicine, distributed to other warriors, will make them feel better. ”

Shao Xuan opened the animal leather bag and looked at it. The bag contains one small pill, which is smaller than in the past, because it has to be saved now, no one knows what else will be behind it. Some medicines must be kept. If the injury is not critical, the medication will be saved. This Shao Xuan understands.

When Shao Xuan studied herbs in the tribal pharmacy before, he tried to make pills. Later, it was easier for everyone to see pills and gradually began to adapt to such pills.

As for the pills made by Kazawa, these two days, because of the dust that kept falling in the sky and some unpleasant smells in the air, a lot of people in the team had a little trouble, the warriors were okay, the resistance was stronger, it was not obvious, but those who did not have the power to awaken totem were unlucky, breathing poorly, lungs were damaged, even masked with linen, etc.

The pills returned to Zelig are intended for the current situation. The warriors will not stay in the tent like those who have no totem power. They have to guard against all kinds of dangers. They also have to find the wounded. They have more or less physical effects. They cannot be seen now and do not mean that they will be safe in the future. Therefore, it is always good to take more pills.

When Shao Xuan went outside to issue the pills, he encountered the coughing Dokang. He just disliked the linen obstruction. He lifted the linen covering most of his face. As a result, the falling dust was sucked into his nose, choking the whole person down quickly.

“Time to take your pills.” Shao Xuan handed over a pill, "although the linen was uncomfortable, it was better than yours. ”

Needless to say Shao Xuando, Dokang had just regretted it, shoved the pills Shao Xuando had passed into his mouth, and the kettle hanging on his waist unplugged the plug and poured it. The cool, refreshing sensation dissipated the sore voice that just coughed and breathed a little freely.

After slowing down, Dokang sat directly on the floor with his ass, regardless of the ashes on the ground, and asked Shao Xuan: “What should we do next? ”

Shao Xuan knew that they were in a hurry. It's not just Dokan, the others, the chief, the witches, the leaders, the warriors who didn't say anything, but the eyes are worried. Everyone's heartbroken, they're hung up all the time. After all, these things have never happened to them, they've been down for two days, and nobody can calm down.

Shao Xuan thought about it and called the gyro who had just left the tent and handed him the leather bag with the pills. He sent the rest of the pills to the people who had never taken them. Then, like Dokan, he sat on the ground and patted a layer of ash accumulated on the hat made of fruit shells with a crooked head and pulled a straw rope out of his pocket.

As soon as Dokang saw Shao Xuan, he quickly pulled out the fast water moonstone to come out of the lighting so that it could be seen more clearly.

Shao Xuanyi once in the last two days, he could only get out. It is temporarily safe to stay here. The most powerful position for ground movement is three. One is the Wesen Mountain Forest, one is the direction of the desert, and the other is much weaker than the first two, which is the direction of the great river, as indicated by the route the ancestors had travelled.

It is not close to the three most dangerous places, and although it moves, it is sufficient as a temporary resting point.

Once again immersed in the knot, perhaps because of the experience, it happened for two days, the predictability was stronger. With Shao Xuan's ability today, the things that can come out gradually began to become more, so Shao Xuan is now two days a day. I hope there's more to it. At a time like this, knowing more will give you greater hope of survival.

Twice a day, Shao Xuan will find the “way to life”, which direction should the tribe go?

Even if one wants to judge by the spark, it is not possible, now that there is no spark, that even a witch cannot know the right path from the totem flames in her body. Under the weather, the spark is powerless, and sometimes it's better to rely on your instincts.

Shao Xuan's intuition was to follow the path his ancestors had taken, but after all, with a tribal team, he was not sure enough that he would not move easily.

At the end of the period, Shao Xuan watched as he finally tied the knot of success and interpreted the meaning above, his heart was slightly loose.

“Certainly. ”

“What?! What results?!” O., who was supposed to be watching from a distance, couldn't help but walk over. He was just going to check on the wounded, but he saw Shao Xuan sitting there with a grass rope in his hand, but he didn't dare to go over and disturb Shao Xuan. He knew much more. He also understood that the knot rope was not so easy to succeed, and the current critical situation made him even more nervous, so that he didn't dare to take a step that way. Now we can't wait to see Shao Xuan's knot succeed.

“When it stops moving and the sky clears, we go that way.” Shao Xuan pointed in one direction and said.

“Over there? Along the path of our ancestors?” O'Hara.

“Nice.”