Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Shao Xuan et al. did not stay in the Xiao tribe, and it can be seen that the Xiao tribe has been watching out for them.

“Elder, are we really just leaving?” When Quinto boarded the ship, he looked back at the position of the tribe, and he really wanted to see what the tribe did next.

“It's useless for us to stay here. Instead, the clans will be stuck for our reasons.” Shao Xuan waved to the back, indicating that the people on board were ready to set sail, without further delay, "and I felt that the tribe was brewing a big operation. ”

“Big move? What big move?” Dori et al. who are whispering to Shao Xuan are brushing their eyes.

“How do I know.” Shao Xuan threw down a sentence and began to refine the map.

The wind sailed and the two boats docked on the shore made a clicking noise, gradually leaving the river bank and proceeding down the flame river.

Although the boat left, everyone on the boat was distracted and frequently looked in the direction of the tribe.

With regard to the clan, they have limited knowledge and know that there are many things they have not yet seen. Especially when they heard Shao Xuan say that the clan will soon act, one of them is itchy and willing to stop. I want to go back and see what the clan will do, but I dare not say it.

“Alas!" Dori scratched his head and went to sleep in the cabin. Tonight it was his turn to watch the night.

After the departure of the two boats in Flaming Horn, several shadows of the forest returned from the shore.

“The Flaming Horn guy left?” Ask the man who just came back.

“Well, I left, I saw them leave before I came back.” The people who just entered the tribe said.

“In that case, it is time for us to act.” During the conversation, there was a certain amount of determination on the surface of the calcaneus. Now that it has been decided not to let the Horn get involved, there is no need to regret it.

“Let's get ready.” After finishing his speech, he walked over to the house of the Witch and told the news of his departure from the Horn of Witch Flame.

Where the witch lived, the witch shut the door after the bone informed him of the movement of the horn. At this time, he was the only one in the house.

The sparks of the tribe are very close to here, standing in a window where you can see the flames that are burning in the pond.

Facing the fire pond, the witch tray leg sat down, closed her eyes, raised her hand to an accurately prepared wooden tray placed next to her, smeared with a sticky black paint on her right thumb, and then landed on a piece of linen in front of her.

This linen is not big, about half a meter square. After the pigmented thumb drops, the witch starts to make a simple abstract graphic.

As this graph gradually completes, it can be seen that the witch painted a standing man on the linen, who was stretching out his arms, lifting one arm up, and sagging the other arm slightly, like throwing something out. Next to that person is an open net.

After this pattern was painted, the witch did not retract her hand, but held her thumb between the person and the net, with her eyes closed.

Little by little, the witch retracted her fingers, opened her eyes, stared in the direction of the fire pond, half a mile before retrieving her gaze from that side and walked up to a room in the house. That's where the ancestors put their notes.

Unlike the veterinary scrolls that many tribes are used to, the tribes keep track of what they like to do with cloth, and they use their own technology to weave cloth with distinctive stripes. Those cloths have been treated, from material selection to fabrication, unlike the cloths they typically use, and even if placed here for thousands of years, they remain soft.

Instead of looking at the others, the wizard walked to a short table and placed a scroll on the table, which he found as soon as he left the bone, which he looked at every day.

Open the scroll and pull it into one of the sections, and the witch looks at the picture above and sighs.

On this scroll is a picture of an abstract giant beast, as well as some of the hunters who pulled the net.

It is certainly important to be able to record the paintings that are passed down to future generations, and the hunting that is recorded is certainly an extraordinary hunt.

If Shao Xuan were here, he would surely find that the giant beast painted on the scroll was very similar in shape to the one he had seen on the riverbank that night, even if it was just an abstract painting without any painting skills, but if he saw it, it would be linked to the giant beast he had seen that night.

But this scroll, the ancestors of the clan, left it a thousand years ago!

A thousand years ago, heaven and earth disaster has not yet arrived, rivers have not yet formed, the land of the fierce beast is connected with this side!

Once again, the Witch sighs and closes the scroll together. When the whole scroll is fully closed, all the emotions, all the worries, of the Witch are turned into the ultimate killing intent.

“For a thousand years, it's time to break! ”

Shao Xuan was very confused when he saw the giant beast on the banks of the river. He wondered how the Xiao tribe had actually provoked such a murderous object. After all, last year's catastrophe in heaven and earth made the great river disappear. Even if the flaming river can't stop all the beasts, it won't attract such powerful ones that are supposed to live in the depths of the mountain forest.

Moreover, the murderer was deliberately causing trouble to the tribe, carrying across the river only one of the predators who lived on the opposite shore without water. He was clearly a powerful and cunning beast, but he seemed overcautious.

And the truth is that this was done a thousand years ago.

Prior to the catastrophe of the millennium ago, tribes living on both sides of the Flame River were also frequently exposed to fierce beasts. The scroll that the Witch took out recorded the hunt a thousand years ago.

Back then, the ancestors of the clan had targeted the beast and laid out a hunting net to hunt it down. Unfortunately, the beast left.

Shortly afterwards, heaven and earth catastrophe arrived, a huge rift emerged, dangerous rivers and the giant beasts that never existed here, separating the giant beasts from the other side of the river, and all the tribes on this side of the river welcomed nearly a thousand years of new, almost beastless life, because the beasts on this side of the river were continually hunted, but no more beasts crossed the great river to come here.

Now, the partition is lost and the beast, which hates the millennium, reappears.

Over the past 1,000 years, the ancestors of the tribe who hunted the beast had long passed away, but the beast was alive, stronger and smarter, and it belonged to the beast that grew indefinitely, so long as it lived, it could continue to grow.

Now it remembers the revenge of chopping its paws and returning to avenge it.

Why is it so cautious?

Even though its strength was far higher than it had known, it still had some concerns, because even in the past thousand years, it had detected the smell of clan sparks and would still be timid by reflexes. After all, it had been caught by clan ancestors and even chopped off half of its foreclaws!

Not everyone knows the secrets of the tribe, only very few know, fear of causing panic, after all, for many years have not come into contact with the fierce beast, as soon as it appeared, such a tricky one appeared, the witch feared causing the whole tribe panic, and the fierce beast will not make a big move in a short time, so the witch is going to wait for the bones to come back.

He was on his way back from the Yanhe trading area, and naturally he couldn't find out the truth, otherwise how dare he go fishing by the river? If the skeleton was in the tribe at the time, when he learned the truth, even if he would not have told his son all of it, he would have obscured the cue and forcibly prevented him from going to the river.

Then the bones returned and some of the core members of the tribe learned the truth, but from today on, the witch will tell everyone about the vicious beast of the tribe.

As for why not let the Horn of Fire intervene, this is what the Witch feels is a matter for the Tribes themselves, involving the ancestors of the Tribes, equivalent to the unfinished tasks left by their ancestors, which they will have to complete.

The man who kept that notebook was the witch of that generation, and after he drew it, he left a sentence with the end of the scroll: "Kill if you like! ”

I'm afraid at that time, the wizards of the clan had a feeling that the vicious beast was a threat to their own clan, but unfortunately, heaven and earth disaster brought a horizontal step forward, blocking their plan to solve the problem once and for all.

Dude, dude!

The door was knocked, pulling the witch's thoughts back.

This rhythm and force, the witch knows who is coming, even if he doesn't listen to the sound, he can know who is standing outside, he can perceive every tribe, the witch in the tribe is superior for a reason.

“In." The killer created by the painting on the scroll faded in the witch's eyes and faded out of the room with a faint face.

He knew the time when the witch should decide things. Prior to each hunt, the witch divinely decides whether to hunt, when to hunt, and sometimes even which animals to hunt, and how to hunt. The Ancient Skeleton is here now to find out the answer to the Divination of the Witch.

“Witch, how's it going?” Ask the bones.

“Three days later.” The words are concise.

“Got it. I'll be sending people from the tribe who can't fight within two days. ”