Chronicles of Primordial Wars

At the end of the ceremony, the sun was still hanging high in the sky and the burning light was shining towards the ground.

A dense layer of sweat has appeared on the people of the tribe, but now they do not even have the mind to wipe the sweat, silently following the tasks already assigned to them.

Once the action starts, the spear chase, the bow and arrow, the cord, everything starts to work as planned. They're nervous, and this is going to be their tribe, and for the first time in a thousand years, they're confronting that level of beast.

When all the people everywhere were ambushed, the wizard stood alone by the fire pond, picking up an object, a solid circular pie shaped by dense hemp fibers, about the same diameter as the palm of the hand, the thickness of a finger, this pie connected a long handle, and the wizard was holding it on this handle.

He lifted his arm and turned the pie face forward, and there was the direction of the flaming river, facing up and then, slowly moving, moving somewhere, the witch moved a beat, lifting his eyes in that direction and looking straight at the past, looking as if a sharp blade had passed through the forest in front of him, directly towards the flaming river.

The witch kept that motion, motionless, in the fire pond behind him, originally piled into a mountain net, had long been taken away, in an empty fire pond, only a little light, like the only flower open in a large flower pot.

Hoo-hoo!

The flame shook violently.

Then, far away from the flame river, the sound of the waves beating the banks of the river can be heard, as can the sound of the rapidly spraying river beating the dense numbness in the woods.

Here we go!

The wizard held the handle's finger again, let alone the others, he was nervous himself, but as a wizard, he could not stand on his own feet and must remain awake and calm.

The reason he decided to do it today was because it would be the best time for him to do it. Beautiful weather, no rain, no interference with their movements, proper air humidity, no excessive humidity, no excessive dryness, which will keep the fighters in optimal condition and, most importantly, the highest success rate on this day, the so-called weather, earth and people, is indispensable.

The giant beast will not come out during the day, even if it doesn't want to wait any longer, the time to choose to attack is certainly at night, but the night is too restrictive for the clan, so the witch has to “lure” the giant beast at such a time that it has never really appeared.

The method he used to lure the lurking beast out was to use the special trick of the clan to increase the hatred in the heart of the beast. Once the hatred buried in his heart had multiplied, the cautious mind of that giant beast could no longer stop the rage that was about to erupt, and reason was gone.

The louder and louder the water, even if you can't see the situation there because of the forest cover, the witch can speculate from the sound heard to what happened by the river bank.

Step one, Quote, succeed!

The witch exhaled gently, but did not dare to relax a bit. His eyes were still staring straight at him. He was shaking with the fingers of the pie handle. This was not within his control. This step required a lot of power. Faced with such a giant beast, he could only do his best.

Boom!

There was a tremor coming from the ground.

Boom! Boom!

The sound of tremors is getting louder and faster.

We're ashore!

Even if the forest on this side of the Flame River is dense, it cannot be compared to the ancient mountain forest on the opposite bank, which is an obstacle for giant beasts of huge size, due to the deforestation brought about by tribal survival, resulting in few ancient trees on this side. They can't even walk through the voids in the woods.

The huge body chooses to ram violently, like an armored car, knocking down all the obstacles in front of it and stepping at its feet.

Take a deep breath and spit out a word: "Destroy! ”

The voices were not loud, and in general, those who were a little far away could not hear them at all, but at this time, the warriors of the clan ambushed everywhere heard this command, and the word "word by word", which was not loud, sounded in their minds.

The bones were hidden in the woods, watching the beast finally revealing itself, a drop of sweat slipping from the corner of his forehead, and his heart beating violently.

It was the first time he had encountered a giant beast of this magnitude, and he had seen the horns of those beasts in the Flame River trading area at Flame Horn, but those who retained the residual smell of the beast, after all, were dead, shocked in their hearts, and did not panic. And now they're dealing with a living, powerful, giant beast!

Don't panic. Calm down. Calm down!

Some shivering arms of the calcaneus, as the heart changes, quickly stabilize, bow and arrow, cheerful, without any hesitation or suspicion, still like hunting before, confident, resolute.

The tribal warriors hidden elsewhere in the woods, after the bones took the lead, also made a series of moves. Many people would still be deterred by the giant beast and lose their hands, but that's okay, now it's just the beginning.

If it's any harder, they have to come up!

This giant beast has been trying to test them with those little beasts, so why don't they just use the overcaution of the giant beast to raise themselves? The emergence of those small beasts in the past few days has led them to adapt initially to some of the techniques for dealing with them.

They do not come into contact with more ferocious beasts and experience than their ancestors did a thousand years ago. Without last year's catastrophe, they would continue to be isolated from ferocious beasts, but now they must face a new environment of existence. That's their first cane!

Bite your teeth, and the tribesmen pull the totem force from your body to its peak, trying to energize all the power in your body.

Dozens of shadows run through the woods like meteors, and every time there's an arrow striking the giant beast that looks like a sturdy shield.

Bell!

A dense arrow strikes a giant beast and makes a golden stone sound.

The giant beast's slightly longer neck appears to be a blossom, but this easy place for hunters to choose to attack remains tightly protected by armor-like scales.

Stonehenge arrows are shot at the scaly armor of the skin of the giant beast, the arrows are broken and the arrow branches are blocked, while the giant beast is intact, with only a few light marks at most.

The giant beast shook his head away from the arrow branch that shot into his eyes, with his pupils as sharp and chilling as the tip of a sword, sweeping his gaze all around him through madness and anger.

After being “provoked” by the witch, it looked more fierce, all over and down, every square armor seemed to infiltrate the thick brass, half the mouth, the sharp teeth would tear the tree bitten, the trunk branches became fragile and easily crushed.

Just one face shows that the power gap between the two sides is too wide. If it is traditional hunting methods alone, it is not a death battle, but a result of it.

It's not easy to succeed!