Chronicles of Primordial Wars

It can be said that the Returning Tribe is closest to the Mountain Eagle, and perhaps no tribe will ever see so many Mountain Eagles, and the Mountain Eagle will grow from birth.

Shao Xuan's knowledge of mountain giant eagles is limited to what others have heard, and the experience of raising them, but there are too many special features to be considered a normal history of mountain giant eagle growth. Here, Shao Xuan can learn more about them.

Retracting his gaze, Shao Xuan stopped looking at the young hawk, still climbing up the rock wall at a point, and walked into the cave with the witches and chiefs who had returned to the tribe.

Illuminated crystals, water moonstones, other luminous crystals, etc. in the cave are objects for illumination that do not require the help of a torch.

Gula listened to Shao Xuan's words like others. Like Gula, the witches and chiefs who returned to the tribe were very surprised. They thought Shao Xuan had come for help, but they didn't expect it. Shao Xuan came to extend an invitation.

“Prior to the winter, when our tribal expedition returned, we brought back a message that we had heard about the Flaming Horn fleet and the Flaming River trading area.” Returning to the tribal leaders to recall, he said.

They didn't actually believe how good Flaming Horn was at the time, and it wasn't difficult for tribes like them to establish trading zones, so when they heard the news that the expedition team had brought back, they didn't take it personally, they just thought it was exaggerated, but now that Flaming Horn was able to issue a banquet invitation, they really had the ability to host a banquet, maybe what the expedition team called the "Flaming River trading zone” is not what they expected?

In fact, those who returned to the tribe at that time had thought about going to the Flaming Horn before winter to send some supplies. After all, the Flaming Horn moved again, nothing was missing. Winter would be very difficult. Only the messengers met the Flaming Horn fleet halfway. They refused, saying that they could live well. They also gave the people who returned to the tribe free time to go to the Flaming River trading area, and the map was given.

Winter was approaching, and the tribe's team was not over, and they were also looking for someone in Flaming Horn to talk to.

“I also mentioned you this morning, thinking about sending a team to look at it according to the map you gave me recently. I didn't think you'd come.” Go back to the tribal witches, "he said.

It was said that Shao Xuan had swept away several of the returning tribesmen around him, in addition to the witches and chiefs, as well as the Gula, Hershey and others he knew, who he had not met, but he could speculate from the subtle acts and words surrounding them that the status of the returning tribes should not be low.

There is no telephone here, you can't tell Shao Xuan when he came, that is, these people do not know that Shao Xuan is coming at this time, but these back to the tribal high level gather together, and still go back to this “central conference room” of the tribe.

“What happened?” Shao Xuan asked.

I didn't expect Shao Xuan to realize the problem so quickly, went back to the tribal witch stunned, then turned his head and looked at Hershey behind him.

Hershey nodded slightly and then landed behind, like guarding here to prevent others from entering.

“Follow me. ”

Return to the tribal witch with Shao Xuan to continue walking into the cave, where there are many stone rooms of different sizes, some for storing things, some for negotiating things, or other uses. These stone rooms are mostly wooden doors, except for flaming horn tribes, where other tribes often use wooden doors, etc. As for Stone Gate, can that be easily pushed by ordinary people?

Go all the way to one of the doors and go back to the chief of the tribe to walk up and untie one of the bolts tied to the rope on the plank door and push the wooden door with your hands up.

Before returning to the tribal leader to push the door, Shao Xuan had a very strange feeling that there was something similar to the power of the spark, a very strange smell, unlike the spark smell of other normal tribesmen, even after the people of the Rain Tribe and the Xiao Tribe merged into the spark.

Even the “thieves” of the fire, and those across the coast, blend in early, are not like this.

The sparks of different tribes are different, and the flames naturally have different smells, some giving a sense of burning, such as flaming horn sparks, while others appear cool, such as raining tribes and clans.

But the smell inside is completely different from the flames of the burning species, but it is also distinctly different from the coolness of the rain tribe and the clan of the clan of the clan of the clan of the clan of the clan of the clan of the clan of the clan of the clan of the clan of the clan, but with a strange shadow.

From this spark, Shao Xuan can be sure that he has never seen a tribe with such a breath, which is not as cold as a living person.

Click, click, click, click.

The smell is more pronounced when the wooden door is pushed away without a thick wooden door. Shao Xuan can clearly feel it even though normal people are stronger. It's accompanied by an unusual spark smell and an unpleasant smell.

Those who stand in front of me step aside, Shao Xuan sees the situation inside.

On the floor inside the stone room, a plain, approximately three metres long, two metres wide wooden slab was put on a patch, while a person lay on top of the slab.

No, to be precise, that's just having a person's contour shape, distinct from a normal person, and Shao Xuan can't hear his breathing.

Dead people?

Shao Xuan walked forward, approached the plank and carefully observed this strange man.

The “man” appeared dry, with dark skin and many fine pleats, like a wind-dried grape.

And look at his face, because of the shrinkage, his original appearance has become blurred, his eyes deeply depressed, like he's lost his eyeballs.

“Is this it?” Shao Xuan looked at the witches and others who were seriously returning to the tribe.

“This is what we brought back when we went to the desert to probe.” Return to the tribal leaders, "he said.

Because they have eagles that can fly long distances, it's easy to go back to many places. Last year they also heard about the changes on the desert side and couldn't help but send people to see them, so they met some strange “people”.

“At that time, we damaged a lot of people, and at the end of the day, we could only bring one back.” When I think about it, I get a feeling of frustration back at the head of the tribe, and the weirdos in the desert are just too hard to deal with.

“They know no pain, no fear, no life, but they are vicious.” Return to the chief of the tribe, "he said.

Shao Xuan also thought about what Yang Xuan once said about the desert, and those “monsters” might be the ones who are lying here.

“Is that what happened when you brought it back?” Shao Xuan pointed at the man on the plank and asked the chief of the tribe back.

“There's been some change, but that's about it, it just started to rot when I brought it back, and even if I put him in the ice hole, it doesn't work, it's rotting faster and faster now.” Return to the tribal leader's anguish.

If the other Horn fighters came here, they would not have said it so easily, but since Shao Xuan was the elder of Horn, they did not hide it.

“We tried everything we could, but we still couldn't stop it.” Every tribe has its own way of storing meat, but it is useless to use it on this “person", who is still rotting and is rotting faster and faster. At this rate, it is believed that it will not take long, which leaves only a pile of rotten meat to see.

No wonder Shao Xuan felt vague looking at this “person" because he had already begun to rot.

Returning to the tribe's witches sighed helplessly, “Not only that, but I also felt a strange spark, not strong, but it did exist. It's just that he has a weaker spark than when he first brought it in. ”

The witch's perception of the spark breath is stronger than others, and even if it is not felt by others back in the tribe, he can still detect it.

“They were made by the Rock Man?” Shao Xuan asked.

“It should be, besides the rock mound, I can't think of anyone else who could come up with these. ”

The only people in the desert who have the ability to produce these “monsters" are the rock mounds.

“Now I just hope these weirdos aren't used against the tribes by the rock mounds.” Back to the tribal witches worried. Tribals have always treated slave owners as class enemies, slave owners are prepared for whatever they do, always feel threatened by anything they do, but slave owners have what many tribes desire, such as golden utensils, some skill.

“Perhaps those are just rock mounds coming out against people across the ocean.” Shao Xuan said, "The rock people, they have resentment with the people on the other side of the sea, and the past disaster, the rock should have been well prepared, everything they do is to prepare for the disaster. ”

Since the people returning to the tribe did not hide Shao Xuan, Shao Xuan also shared some information. The people returning to the tribe knew that half of the people came from the sea. Only some of the slave owners did not understand the resentment. Shao Xuan could only briefly describe what he knew and his own assumptions.

I heard that there are more slave owners on the other side of the sea, and now the two continents are close. As tribesmen, the first reaction is vigilance, high security, like reflexive erection of thorns all over the body, but I also heard Shao Xuan say, it seems that slave owners on both sides have their enemies.

That's good, hopefully there will be a fight between the two sides. It's a war between the slave owners, and the tribes won't participate.

Very good, very good!

To think about it, people feel a little comforted going back to the tribe.

Shao Xuan stayed in the tribe for two days, then left on a chirp to go to the Tianshan tribe, to treat the Tianshan tribe, Shao Xuan was not so kind and friendly, both sides were prepared, he just sent an invitation in the past, as for the Tianshan tribe people can't go, he ignored, and the animal leather file serving as an "invitation" did not give the tribesman's share of sophistication.

After finishing the matter on the grassland side, Shao Xuan didn't have much delay. He went straight back and ran into several flaming horn warriors who had been invited by several other large tribes in the middle of the country, and took one with him.

And while Shao Xuan was thinking about the freaks in the desert and the upcoming feast in the Yanhe Trading Area, an invitation was sent out along the Yanhe River.

Although the news that Flaming Horn is hosting a feast in the Flaming River Trading Area has been spread and some of the tribes in circulation have been informed, to truly enter the core of the Flaming River Trading Area on that day, you must have an invitation letter, otherwise you will have to find a vacant spot on your own. Even if you can open your stomach to eat and drink, you won't be able to get over it, damaging the face of the tribe, and it's hard to embarrass people who don't have a thick face.

So during this time, many tribes are looking forward to receiving invitations from Horn of Fire.

Somewhere along the flame river, in the unsightly mountains, a slit can be seen from time to time, some in the sky, some in the mountains.

And along this slit goes inward, to the spacious place where the tribe inhabits.

With the exception of those who go out looking for food and those who patrol the surrounding area, the majority of the remaining people remain in the tribe. They are only a small tribe, with a total population of only a few hundred. The snail dwelling here is invisible. In the past, the tribe lived with caution, like rats hiding in the ground, and they showed their faces much less often than they washed their faces.

In the past, in the ordinary days, they had always been able to stay out, but now they were looking forward to receiving an invitation to go out.

The pre-winter deal made them taste sweet, and for the first time, the tribesmen found that they could have lived so well that they could have gotten more supplies in this way.

\ 30096; After turning the twentieth lap of today's habitat, the chief of the tribe sat in front of the door irritably, breaking open a dry, half-arm-length oval dried fruit, the sun-dried, crisp fruit housing was easily twisted away, revealing some dry white flocculants, if blown gently, it could also blow many short flocculars like filaments.

Pull out the dried fruit white flock, Abilene grabbed the group in her hand, then held a near-one-man thick crystal on the wooden shelf and wiped the crystal with the white flock just picked out.

Dry white flocks were wiped on some rough areas of the crystal, and gradually, the flocks were like water stained, while the rough areas on the crystal became very smooth.

This is the method discovered by the ancestors of the tribe, which continues to this day, and which is known only to the people of the tribe.

In order to exchange these crystals for more supplies, Abilene decided to wipe them more crystal bright, with a better appearance. Perhaps people with flaming horns could give more?

Not only Abilene, but the rest of the 30096; tribe are doing similar things. How can they not be aggressive if they can exchange goods?

Wiping, Abilene suddenly heard a drunken cry.

“Ahhhhhhhhh...”

For many mountain reasons around it, it sounds difficult to discern the direction the sound is coming from, as if it's coming from all sides.

However, those who hear the sound of drinking can easily hear the most correct direction from the echoes of these disturbances.

Abilene couldn't care less to wipe the crystal. She threw away the clumps of white flocks in her hand and ran in the direction of the sound coming from her. The rest of the tribe also stopped working in their hands and lost their wiping mood. She looked nervously and expectantly in the direction of Abilene's departure.

Not much, Abilene burst in laughing. Bigfoot hooked the vine and swung all the way inside the tribe, holding a beast roll in her hand, "This is it! That's it! Wow, it's still beastly, beastly!” Abilene suddenly stopped, hung upside down on a mountain wall full of vines, and smelled the scroll of the beast on her hand. “Well, it must be the skin on the beast's ass. ”