Chronicles of Primordial Wars

But in the meantime, the entire Flame River trading area is like flooding with flames, and the buildings inside appear blurred in the flames.

All those who remain outside the Flame River trading zone are equally frightened at this time. Sudden oppression frightened their hearts. At this time, their leaders stayed in the Flaming River Castle, unable to find the main bone for a moment. They were overwhelmed and could only squeeze together with their partners, like the little chickens who had shrunk in the wind to warm up and bite their teeth.

They were also worried about what happened inside the Flame River Castle and the safety of their leaders, but they didn't hear any whistles!

Without whistles, they dare not act at will, as the chief has stressed many times before, and do not move lightly. An unexpected circumstance now occurs, and if someone from another tribe sends a whistle warning for help, they will rush over, because perhaps the leader of their tribe has had an accident and is unable to whistle.

But now, the big tribe that came, there's not even a whistle blowing!

Outside the Flame River Trading Zone, people who have been staring over there are also shocked to see the Flame River Trading Zone bathed in fire. If they did not feel that it was not an ordinary fire, but a flame similar to a spark, that would not burn people and objects, they would surely rush past.

“What the hell happened over there?!” Somebody freaked out.

Even if it's not an ordinary flame, it doesn't burn people and things, but it still makes them uncomfortable with the rejection of different tribal flames. Never before. Why is it so sudden now?

“What do we do? Shall we go check it out? ”

“Wait! Keep waiting!” The other almost squeezed a few words out of his teeth.

Without the presence of any whistle, it is impossible for the leaders of several tribes to be defeated, even if they do not believe in others, they still have confidence in the leaders and leaders of their own tribes. How can your boss be such a loser!

Wait, wait!

We have to wait!

Wait for the whistle to appear, or wait for it to calm down!

After about half an hour, the fire in the trading area gradually diminished and spread.

Inside the Flame River Castle, that giant flame giant slowly faded until it disappeared.

The surrounding flames of Horn Spark disappeared, which finally relieved all the outsiders who remained in the Flame River trading area.

Is it finally over...?

They're not sure. They're scared. Who knows if there's anything else going on back there?

So, after the fire in the Flame River trading zone disappeared, the people who stood on the road, some of them Flame Horn people, they were all comfortable, shivering in spirit, and still had the excitement in their eyes, like believers who had bathed in the Holy Light, in stark contrast to the tense external tribesmen.

The tribesmen hiding in the house, at this time also opened a window and looked out, just didn't dare to come out of the inside, they were timid and cautious and had to make sure that there was no subsequent threat before they would come out of the hiding place.

Anyone left outside Flame River Castle walks fast to the Veterinary Gate of Flame River Castle, and they want to see if their tribal leader is well.

When they see people coming out of the inside, they only take a sigh of relief. Although the chiefs' expressions are not very good, they do not see any injuries, enough.

The person who finds the main bone is no longer worried, just waiting for the commands of his chief.

The people of Flaming Horn closed the sacrifice inside, but the watching tribes were no longer in the mood to stay. They came out with a blue face and greeted the people waiting outside the Veterinary Gate, heading back to the courtyard arranged for them at Flaming Horn.

The reckless tribesmen returned to the compound, waiting for their men to report, and the chief, Fugui, waved to let the others out, leaving only the spring leaves behind.

“Did you feel that before?” Wergui asked.

The leaves flashed and I didn't know what the chief was talking about.

“According to those who have just come to report, the same changes have taken place in both the Flamingos who remain in the Flamingos trading zone and those who are outside.” Vuguido.

“You mean…” The leaves made a fire gesture.

Fugui nodded, "It's not just them, I'm also staring at the people at the Flaming Corner headquarters and saying that the same thing happened to the people there. ”

Spring leaves open their eyes, “So far away, there's a river across, is that okay?! ”

“This is where I care.” Wergui's eyes reveal thoughts. He is indeed becoming more and more interested in another form of spark.

“In any case, the original plan was changed for the time being, and I intend to stay here for a while longer.” Vuguy said.

Originally, they were just going to come by and see what the so-called Flame River Trading Area really looked like, and by the way, to find out the truth about Flame Horn and see if they could really host a banquet-level feast. In the plan, they did not intend to stay here for long periods of time. After all, they were not familiar with the flame river, and few expeditionary teams came. This has always been a remote and impoverished part of the continent, with no access to information, and they will not stay long.

But now, Fugui changed his mind. He doesn't really care about the food in front of the Flaming River Festival, but now he only cares about two things: first, the blue weapons in the hands of the Flaming Horn Man; and secondly, and most importantly, what he cares about the most —— the other form of the Spark!

Vukui had the feeling that he would regret not understanding the issue.

“Perhaps our tribe will make the same choices as Flaming Horn.” Vuguy sighed.

Spring Leaf understood what the phrase "the same choice” in Fugui meant, and he was worried: "But the spark thing is a big thing for the whole tribe, so let's think about it. ”

“It's natural, but I have a feeling we'll end up on the same path as Flaming Horn.” Vuguillan, seeing Spring Leaf or Face Disagreement, said, “Why do you think Flaming Horn revealed this secret? ”

After holding it for so long, I didn't say it in the Wesen Mountain Forest, why is it now semi-public?

“Flaming Horn wants to show off? Or do they want to use it to squeeze more out of our big tribes?” The leaves probed and answered.

Fugui smiled helplessly, "None. ”

He raised his hand and pointed in one direction. That's where the desert is.

“Desert Rock Town?” Spring leaf canal.

“More than that! ”

The expression on Vukui's face is strange, which the leaves have not seen, like anticipation, like some anxiety, but more, anticipation.

“By the sea! ”

Unlike the most powerful, the most powerful tribe, each generation of leaders of the reckless tribe is carefully chosen, and their strength is not necessarily the most powerful in the tribe, or even the first three, but they must be intelligent and visionary.

It is unclear when reckless tribes have begun to implement such a selection method.

If Shao Xuan knew this, he would surely be exclaimed. He is one of the strong in the middle. He can be aware of this. Not every tribe can do this. No wonder reckless tribes have been able to steadily move forward.

While the leaders of reckless tribes do not necessarily do everything perfectly, and the limitations of thinking remain enormous, at times it has to be said that their leaders, whether they are reckless tribe leaders or witches, have a very acute sense of "smell".

Without waiting for Spring Leaf to figure out what the three words "over the sea” really stand for, he also listened to Wukui: “After this time, the tribes around the Flaming River will definitely be close to the Flaming Horn. Otherwise, these tribes that came here this time will definitely be towards the Flaming Horn. ”

For Vukui, the leaves are very much in agreement.

Perhaps it is strange that people are caught up in a meal at Horn of Fire, but those who once hosted exaggerated banquets know very well that the more impoverished the small tribes, the easier it is to get hooked up with this meal. That is why so many powerful tribes choose banquets rather than positive warfare. One meal will do it. How simple? It's just that those little tribes aren't stupid, they don't really have the strength, they can eat.

This feast at Flaming Horn gave them a great time to eat, especially after today's big “fire”, when those people, though scared at the time, think harder towards Flaming Horn. The stronger the horns, the more comfortable they are.

Many tribes do not think too much, they only acknowledge what they have seen and want to persuade them to farewell to the Horn of Fire, which is not possible in a short time. This is the strange thing about many tribes, sometimes a scripture, that “foolishness” can be helpless.

“The Horn of Flames is also a powerful force if it brings all the tribes of this area together.” The leaves understand that.

“The power of the Horn, as you and I both know, is not necessarily weaker than ours, nor should we fear any more tribes. But they still choose to reveal this secret about the spark! Because they're being reckless!” Wergui looked at the leaves, “you said," Where did the flaming horns come from when they came out of the desert? "”

“Of course it's sand...” The sound of the leaves suddenly stopped and the eyes burst into shock, “you mean, by the sea? ”

Vukui did not speak, but his expression gave the spring leaf an affirmative answer.

Wergui's guess is correct.

The Flaming Horn decided to disclose this secret, and after many discussions, they also wanted to hide it from everyone, to say only to their own tribe, or to use it to extract more benefits from other tribes, but eventually they chose this approach.

The two continents are close, circulation is sooner or later, and the outbreak of contradictions is sooner or later. By then, with Horn of Fire alone, it will certainly be quite difficult. There are still too few people in the Horn of Fire tribe to even compare to an ordinary city on the other side.

And on the other side of the sea, the six nobles are united into a rope, and the nobles of each city and town, and their people cage some tribes, and the tribes on that side can be different from the tribes on this side, and it is impossible to give up nobility and support the people on this side.

And the tribes on this side, according to Shao Xuan's understanding of them, although there was a lot of friction in the past, when it comes to the slave owner, they will definitely be on the same side, even if they have been unfamiliar with the Longboat tribe, Tianshan tribe and others, choose between the flaming horn and the slave owner, they will choose the flaming horn.

Several of the major tribes that remained in the Flame River trading zone this evening were sleepless and each had their own speculations, even close to the truth.

The spark thing irritates their hearts.

The original spark is gone, but the spark is still there, except in another homologous situation, which these horns have proved to them.

Innovation is always accompanied by fear. Choosing this means giving up something else that is already used to, which is a huge challenge for the tribes.

They're worried, they're hesitant, they're not sure if that kind of innovation is good or bad for their tribe. Suitable for other tribes, not necessarily for themselves.

Primitive sparks protect entire tribes, but they also trap them, and there are limitations to doing so. But what happens if, one day, the spark is no longer confined to one place, and if the tribes no longer need to be grouped together all year round and have such freedom?

Flaming Horn chose such an innovation path, and the Flaming Horn and Rain Tribes followed suit, so who would be the next to choose such a person?