Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Ooh, a lap, kind of put the first round of meat on.

At this time, however, not everyone in every tribe is able to eat nervously and without any psychological burden.

The bigger the tribe, the more things to think about. And the tribes that almost all of the targets were eating, they soon recovered from the sluggishness. They took the piece of greasy meat with their hands and chewed it up. Some of them were choked too fast. They quickly scooped out a bowl of soup from the large stone pot next to them and slowed down to continue eating.

So there was this scene. Some people are distracted, they don't know what they are thinking, they poke the meat in front of them with the little stones beside them, and the other part, they restore the food, eat very invested, eating is the main purpose of their coming here, it is also a great pursuit of life.

Wesen meat is more chewy than ordinary beast meat. It is too hard for those who have not yet awakened the power of totem, but it is just right for the more powerful Totem warriors, who instead find ordinary beast meat too soft and boring to eat.

Of course, everyone loves the reason for the meat, but the meat can provide more energy, drained energy is quickly replenished, and the body adjusts more efficiently. Such a good thing is delicious for a tribe that has barely touched the meat of a fierce beast in the last thousand years!

With this meat from the first round alone, it is naturally impossible to fill the bellies of these people, who can be real totem fighters and eat more than the average person.

O. walked back with a smile of pride and just sat down and rose.

He moved his arm, twisted his neck, and raised his hand to show the person waiting beside him: "Second round of meat, it's time to go. ”

In the words of conscription, the tribesmen in front of them who were preparing to eat after the tangle instantly lost their appetite.

Again?!

A group of Horned Men came in carrying meat, not whole barbecues, but split them. Unlike the obscure ones in the front, none of the previous boiled beasts are particularly large. They are too large to be potted, and the boiled beasts are not easy to decorate. Therefore, the boiled beasts are chosen after careful consideration.

And now, the second round of meat that comes in is barbecue, which is the most exposed meat for the tribes. Because they're all bigger beasts, they were split during baking.

The rough salt grains sprinkled on the meat melted and infiltrated into the meat. When the surface of the meat was ripe, those responsible for the barbecue would photograph the unmelted excess salt grains and put them in the back for later use, while the roasted meat would be sent to the venue.

Without other spices and accessories, only salt is used, the roasted meat is delicious and rough, with the freshness of mountain forest ancient wood, which is the most primitive flame horn people eat, and the same is true of the roast meat now served here.

Because it was just removed from the fire rack, when it was sent in, you could still hear the murmuring sound of the meat.

The fragrance that belongs to the barbecue is immersed in the venue, and many people can't bear to inhale deeply. Smells good!

Xuanluo took out a large knife, rinsed the knife body with water in front of everyone, wiped it, rinsed it again, and put it on the fire to roast for a while before taking it out. This is kind of proof that the knife was washed, burned, and the meat cut was fine.

With a big knife, Zhenluo took a group of people with big stone brass through the barbecue, to the left of the flaming corner seat, in front of the first longboat tribe, “friendly” smile.

Longboat tribesmen: “…” Why are we always the first ones to face?!

This party is just beginning, and I don't know how many more rounds of meat deliveries will happen.

Leader of the Longboat tribe, looking at the reckless tribe leader with the seat behind them: change seats?

The reckless tribe leader looks up to the sky and the moon looks great tonight.

The logging then looks across the street, and the same back tribe on the right side of the flaming corner seat is at the top of the line there.

Returning to the tribal chiefs to bury their heads to divide the meat of their tribes, a fairly committed appearance that does not even look against logging.

What a beeping bear!

What bad luck!

I thought I would be more proud to be in the first place. I didn't expect this to happen. The people of the Longboat tribe are suffering.

The two fighters carried a large piece of barbecue braze across their heads and followed closely behind them.

As soon as I saw that it was meat and knives, the Longboat tribes seemed to understand something.

“Wait...” The logging just opened its mouth and the conscription moved.

The blade drew a bright light in the air, and the momentary momentum suddenly changed, turning into several fictional shadows, such as the predation of the wolves, with fierce oppression, attacking the meat of the ferocious beast worn on the big stone braze from all angles.

The seemingly transgressive knife cuts into the meat, but in a timely manner, the momentum is stopped. There is no sound of the blade chopping on the stone, and even the sound of the chopping on the bone is not heard.

And as the blind shadow of the knife flashed, a piece of meat, like queuing from that big piece of barbecue, ran towards the big stone tray in front of the Longboat tribe, and then lined it up.

The large stone plate, which was originally filled with ostrich animal meat, had just been split up, and the stone plate was now empty and was used to fill the second round of barbecue meat.

Thick and even meat tablets with rocky textures, neatly and compactly arranged together.

The blue knife is dancing in the hands of the conscript. If I hadn't told you not to be too outspoken, Dokan would probably stand up and clap his hands with his men beside him.

When to slice, when to slice, when to slice, where to cut, where to cut, where to break... this is very clear. When it comes to meat picking, he naturally can't compare to O. But when it comes to meat cutting, when he was on the other side of the ocean, he said second, nobody dares say first!

When he was not the chief, he was responsible for the meat division in the hunting team, waving the knife and cutting the pieces into turns.

Thin, even meat tablets, long, thick, almost identical filaments, small, similarly sized pieces of meat, stacked in a stone tray by the rules, look quite three-dimensional.

The sword-driven air waves spread around, and the longboat tribesmen sitting in their seats, their hair was occasionally blown up by the air waves.

They're tied to braids. Braids! It's not a piece of hair! It's about to blow!!

In the air wave blown over, with the chills of the blade, the tiny perspiration roots on the face are shaved upright, even fantasizing, what would happen if the knife was cut on itself?

I couldn't bear to chill for a second.

They really want to yell at Tseng Luo: Don't mention it, just let me cut the meat!

But it still stands in the way. Bear it! At this time, if they speak first, they will be succeeded by the flaming horns, the wind will fall, and other tribes will laugh.

Hang on!

And waving the sword of conscription, for the time being, there is no pause, the emotion of that excitement.

Don't you remember us? Don't you think about meat? All right, meat, I'll give you, at the same time, another chance to remember me! Whoever chopped the meat for you, how it was chopped, and what happened when it was chopped, let us remember!

And the people here couldn't help but think at the same time, "The meat of the horn, the fruit is not so good."