Chronicles of Primordial Wars

In the Flame River trading area, there are Flame Horn fighters who are responsible for hosting around the area, who will arrive in teams and, after verifying the authenticity of the "invitations", lead them into the trading area and take them to a well-divided place for a rest.

These Shao Xuan have long said to them that the people of any tribe are familiar with the mind in which area, even if they can't remember, as long as they remember the approximate position, they can naturally see the mark of the prompt.

The people who came in with the reckless tribes and the under-8 tribes were Quinto, who today's rotation, looked at the teams of the reckless tribes and the under-8 tribes, roughly estimated their numbers and walked them into the trading zone.

Since more teams have arrived in recent days, the number of people sent to guards has increased. Those who have not been led in by the Flaming Horn and who do not have an invitation will be killed by the guards if they break in. At this time, the Flaming Horn will not have any help.

Outside the trading area, reckless tribes and underprivileged people hear voices from inside the trading area, as well as the scent of food flowing out. Many invitees had already come before them.

At the main entrance of the trading area, you can see two large stone trays on the side of the road stacked with some cooked food.

As the reckless eight tribes passed there, someone was loading onto the tray, and the newly baked food piled up with hot air, the scent spread in the heat wave, blowing towards the arriving team.

“The trays in the trading area are filled with food that you can eat at will.” Quinto introduced.

The reckless and underprivileged are hesitant. After such a long drive, I have not eaten well on the road, and now I am a little hungry to smell the fragrance, the food I ate before I left in the morning, because the rush has been digested and I can hear the peristalsis of my stomach myself.

It's just that there's something else in the tray, so forget it, but right now, the food on the tray, it's all bugs!

It's not that they never eat these, but that they think that they have left their primitive barbaric state. Apart from traveling away from their mission or being forced to a certain degree, they usually eat more attentive foods. There are very few insects of this kind, especially those with some status within the tribe. Daily foods are also finely handled, and they can come here. The first thing they see is a large plate of roasted insects!

Though already prepared, it was quite unpleasant to actually meet them.

If Flaming Horn only intends to use these bugs as the staple food for the party, they can only “heh” Flaming Horn and then turn their heads and go away for a short while, because it's not worth it.

I came a thousand miles to eat bugs with you!

Those insects are burnt red, I don't know what they put on them, and they still smell tempting, but it's also an insect, or an insect longer than a half-cutted arm!

Curtsy looked at the pile of hilly roasted bugs on the tray, and thought about it, or he caught one from the top as it passed, rarely came to the corner of the flame, he had to try something new to get there.

Several young people like the curve also caught a bug from the tray, only the leader in front of the team was still in his face, motionless, and did not hesitate to look.

Behind the reckless and under-8 tribes, shortly after bringing the teams of the two tribes in, the tribesmen dashed over. Although it looked like they were being overly careful, it was much better than the last time they came here.

The guards at the door also knew Abilene, but checked the "invitations” from Abilene before taking them into the trading area.

The string of blinding crystal necklaces on Abilene's neck showed up, and it really caught the eye, and everyone who saw it looked at him several times.

Feeling the surrounding gaze, Abilene moved her neck uncomfortably, and then straightened her waist. This feeling of being watched by people is quite refreshing.

By the time they passed the two large pallets, the original restrained tribesman, his eyes were stuck on it.

What do you care if you have food? Eating is the most important thing.

For them, eating is good, the kind of food, good or not, those who are secondary, and who starve most of the time at the end of the year, counting those?

As a tribe that often lacks food, hunger is the norm, the people of the tribe have no psychological disorder to insects, live insects often eat, especially this already treated roasted insect?

Eat!

Abilene took the lead in catching a bug from that large tray, and the people behind him poured over to reach for it.

In addition to their desire for food, the people of the tribe were very interested in the roasted insects in the large tray. They had never seen them, none of them. The insect in Abilene's hand was almost as long as his arm, full of punctured limbs and stubborn faces, open sharp jaws, burned, and could not diminish the form of terror much.

But this doesn't even picture Abilene's appetite, powerful bug hind legs, pull it off hard and then suck half the fluid-like flesh out of it.

Don't know if it's a delusion, Abilene feels that the meat on these insects is much better than the insects they caught in the mountain forest on a weekday. There seems to be a fine stream of warmth flowing through the body, and the feeling of tiredness is alleviated, which is less than the meat of the fierce beast, but more than their daily food.

“Delicious!” Still smells good.

After the first bite, the people of the tribe ran over to get it, took it with their hands and then clamped it with a creaking socket, so that after the tribe passed, the tray piled up into a hill of roasted worms, almost halfway down.

While walking with the Flaming Horn warrior who led the way, Abilene chewed on the insects, and thought to herself, when she left after the banquet, she and Flaming Horn should exchange some of these insects for a bite to eat. The insects should be cheaper than the meat of the animals. The same size of crystal should be able to replace a lot of insects.

Flaming horn people are not stingy for these insects. In fact, those insects are in the farmland. The guards photographed them with giant flies. After the spring flowers bloom and the recovery of everything, the growing crops in the farmland attract a lot of flying insects. Especially recently, the longer the crops in the farmland, the better, the more flying insects attracted. Every day the warriors photographed there can pile up small mountains. The green ducks are fed a lot. Recently, the mother ducks have begun laying eggs.

These insect horns have also eaten, and they feel that they can handle it, and there is no shame in placing it in the trading area. That's why Shao Xuan joked, "This is a seasonal dish. ”

After eating a bug, Abilene looked around and found that there had been quite a change in the trading area compared to his last visit. Many of the original wooden buildings had been replaced with stone houses, which looked stronger and taller. Many of the walls of the houses had also been painted with colors, and the stone tablets erected beside the road had been carved into the form of beasts, standing there, adding a bit of fiercity to the place.

The place where the tribes are arranged, the neighborhood is full of other small tribes along the Little Flame River, slightly far from the center of the trading area, even if they are arranged close to the center, they will not want to, there are more powerful tribes, they will also suffer there, the air field is suppressed very hard, like a spark suppression, will put them in a difficult position, the flame corner arrangement will suit their intentions.

“Well, when can we eat... no, when does the party start? This is all the time.” Abilene pointed to the two rounds of the moon painted on the "Invitation Letter" Beast Skin Roll and asked the Flaming Horn Warrior who led them here.

“Tomorrow or the day after, because there are tribal teams not here, the witch and the chief say wait, and you will be notified.” The Horn Warrior said.

“So slow.” Abilene complained about the delayed tribes, but to think that there was no need to worry about food here, when depressed it was gone, what did he think, he pointed around and asked, “Is this where the banquet is held? ”

“Of course not.” The Flaming Horn warrior leading the way grinned and pointed to the center of the trading area, “where the banquet took place, at 'Flaming River Castle’. ”

Abilene looked that way from the deep end of the window. The tall stone house they had seen before outside the trading area was supposed to be the so-called "Flame River Castle”. Last winter, it wasn't finished there, and now it's completely there.

In my heart I estimated the size of the "Flaming River Castle", and Abilene found that it was about the same size as where they lived in the tribe! The last time I came here, I was too nervous to look closely at it, and now I know this fact.

On the roof of one of the tallest buildings of the Flame River Castle, a large flag with a flaming twin-angled totem flag sweeps the wind.