Chronicles of Primordial Wars

After walking out of that straight walkway, the crowd saw an empty open-air venue.

Twenty-four tribes arrived, each bringing in between fifty and a hundred people, a total of about one thousand and eight, plus those in Flaming Horn, at this time more than two thousand people. These two thousand people, even sitting in the hall, still have a lot of empty space, and even if the entire Flaming Horn tribe comes here, they can move freely.

A tall stone house was built around the venue, and the walls of the stone house were also embedded with a beast pattern, adding a fierce touch to the venue.

Right in the direction of the Beast Gate of the Flaming River Castle is the tallest building of the Flaming River Castle, the Flaming River Building.

On the empty floor in front of the Flame River building, there are seven wide beast bone chairs made of these seven stools, and the four teeth in front of the Flame River Beast Gate all come from the same beast, the white beast bone is carved into a chair with a stripe, and there is a thick beast skin on it, and there are several patches of "V” pattern on the skin of the beast, the person sitting on the chair can be located in the middle of the "V” pattern.

That is the seat of the Horn of Flames chiefs and witches and elders.

The seven chairs are situated in a straight line, the most centered seats are those of the incumbent chief, Shao Xuan as the elder, the seats are next to the seats, and the seats are separated from the seats on both sides.

For the first time to attend such a feast, in front of so many external fallen people, it inevitably is a little nervous, but in order not to be ashamed, the surface of the return is light, with a slight smile, seemingly light clouds, very similar to the situation of the old witch back then, regardless of what the mind is, at least it can be loaded on it, so that no one can see the bloom, especially in front of the external tribes, more caution is needed.

When the people entering the field arrived, they stood up and took two steps forward, revealing two solid arms, with slow swing of steps and steady pace, each with an undisguised fierce momentum. As the captain of the Horn today, he must be given the momentum he deserves.

“Today is the first feast in the Flame River Trading Zone established by our Flame Horn Tribes, and it's a real start! Beyond today, the Yanhe trading area will be officially open for trading, whether it is for tribes along the Yanhe River or for distant teams. I'm in the Flame River trading area, with the best hides, the best meat, and possibly even some rare herbs. Anyone willing to trade here for a long time can consult with the Flaming Cape tribe after the banquet and ask Elder Luo to take charge of the Flaming River trading area. ”

He said, sitting beside the elder's seat, he rose up and swept his eyes at the people in the field, "I am the conscription, I am in charge of the affairs in the Yanhe trading area. ”

People with more contact tables with flaming horns, wonder when the flaming horn has changed its leader? And the invited little tribesmen around the flame river, they just took a rough look at it, and then they started looking right at it, thinking about when they could eat, and they already smelled the alluring scent.

Nor do they care about the attitude of these people. There are many things that can not be accomplished by words, but by action. These people don't care now and will come to him later. After showing his face, he returned and sat down. He was really impressed with the introduction, and he was still behind.

Nor did he say much, he knew that those who came, some came to see the noise, some came to mix and drink, had no intention of listening to him, but it's okay, these people will always listen carefully.

He briefly said two words introducing the Yanhe trading area. He received Shao Xuan's eyes and clapped his hands up.

“Feast of the Flaming River, officially begins! ”

Knock, knock, knock! Knock, knock!

With a rhythm of drums like thunder, the sound waves impacted the venue, as if to blow people's brains out.

Some people with slightly lower strengths show a slightly uncomfortable color on their faces, and the tympanic membrane is shaken to bitterness. The stone cup placed on the table in front shivered with the drums, and the bottom of the cup collided with the stone table, making a chirping sound.

Boom!

Two sophisticated colored ceramic cups placed on the return table were shattered and broken into pieces.

The cups and bowls on the table of other people on the field are stone, none of them are pottery. When they first came in and sat down, they discovered that some people thought flaming horns were just the same. In the eyes of some people, out of some cases, fine pottery is more valuable than stoneware and more representative of tribal skill. Even then, some thought, the horns were nothing but flames. You're so mean!

But now, when they see that the pottery placed on the table is so broken, they understand why the corner of the flame is stone, not pottery. Because ceramics are too fragile to withstand the shock of drums.

If you think about it, people will be happy too. Instead of flaming horns failing to take out pottery, stoneware is the only thing that makes it strong. And, if you look carefully, they find that the stones that flame horns take out to make the wine are of moderate or higher grade, and of course they are not so susceptible to cracking.

Experienced people can tell from the first glance at those stone liquors what's going on, and they can make a glass of stone out of it, but with so many good stones out of it like Horn of Fire, other tribes don't necessarily have that kind of pride except for the well-known big tribes, do they?

Looking as though he carelessly lifted his hand to sweep open those broken ceramics, he placed a golden wine dispenser that looked like a gold-plated halo all around him in the sun.

The raw material of this wine vessel was obtained from the Desert Slaver, but it was re-molded and has a new look with a stubborn beast head on it.

Without waiting for everyone's eyes to move away from the golden liquor dispenser on the table, they smelled a tempting scent, and most people didn't want to worry about anything else. Eat, it's the most important thing.

For them, if survival is concentrated into one word, it is "eat”!

Happy dancing?

Talk about life? Not interested.

If Flaming Horn had made a lot of shows before serving the main course, they would probably have a lot of grudges. Fortunately, the horn is direct enough and pleasant enough!

The tribe's Abilities and others scrubbed their fists, "Coming! ”

A stone ding over three meters in diameter was moved into the venue, each one carried by three Horn Warriors, and one person supported one foot of the stone ding. Dingnai is not nothing, but a soup filled with seventy-eight cents! The tempting fragrance that just came in is the smell of these soups.

Even so heavy, the soup filled with Dading, steadily moved forward, the soup did not shake out at all.

Twenty-four tribes, each of which is located in an area, place a freshly lifted Dading and set up firewood. It has a special symbolic significance for the slave owners on the other side of the sea, but for the Flaming Horn, they use it because of its convenience and its beauty.

Shortly afterwards, Dingnai's already hot soup bubbles, making a grunting sound, the aroma is more intense, the smell and flavor is exciting all the time, it seems to think of the smell.

However, 24 tribes, none of them began to pour soup, even if some people's eyes were staring out, swallowed spit, and did not. They are waiting for the leaders of their tribes to speak, to be brought in, to come to the banquet on behalf of their tribes, they are all the elites of their respective tribes, and do not act with their own personality.

Until the Horned Warrior comes in with a large, long-handled soup spoon and scoops one out and puts it in a bowl.

Abilene swallowed the saliva and stared closely at the flaming horn man holding the bowl. He saw the other side holding a bowl and sipping his mouth, smiling at them and looking at them, "It tastes okay, just right, I can drink it. ”

Needless to say, the other tribesmen of the tribe have gathered together, took a long-handled soup spoon from the Flaming Horn warrior, and served the Abiles soup with enthusiasm. After all, the chief did not eat it, and their men did not dare to taste it first.

The flaming horns seem to be tasting, but they are actually proving to those that the soup is not poisoned and can be drunk with confidence.

The soup in the stone dings is cooked from the flesh of the animals and there is a layer of oil floating on it. I don't know what the Horn Man put inside, the soup not only smells good, it tastes good. It's just...

Abilene couldn't help but get hot. After drinking a bowl, she came back to her senses. There is no meat in this soup!

I scooped the soup spoon to Dingnai and didn't see a piece of meat!

“Where's the meat? ”

They're not here for soup! Even good worms don't satisfy their desire for the meat of the beast!

Arnold looked at the Horn Man, his big feet, his long toes couldn't hold the ground. Where's the meat? He wants meat!

At this point, sitting in the front, in the upper seat of the Horn of Flames, former chief O., and the Tower of the Big Head, walked out of the seat.

O. moved his arms for a moment and said to the tower: "Time for meat. ”