Chronicles of Primordial Wars

The breeze is blended with grain aromas, and if you are a sensitive smeller, you will find that the grain aromas in this area's air are getting stronger and stronger as time passes.

More and more birds were flying around, and some of them had begun to peck in nearby arable land, but were quickly captured and shot by the guards there.

For those who came to the sea, they had experienced the harvest of a thousand grains of gold, and had long been mentally prepared, but others were different. Although they had been informed a few days in advance of what might have happened, they were far from being able to witness it with their own eyes.

Especially the people who came to help the clans, they were still wondering, harvesting grain from the cultivated land, offending so much excitement? Now, they look around at these dense, numb birds, and they feel their scalps twitching.

Luckily we don't have the guts! The tribesmen of the clan thought alike.

Whether it's the tourists hiding in the mountain cave or the flaming horns in the mountain of Flaming Horn headquarters, they see the birds flapping their wings outdoors. Although most of them are not vicious beasts, there are too many of them, all of them outside.

Old Ke heard the trap set by himself outside constantly making noises, accompanied by the bird's cry, Caesar and several other ferocious beasts were busy living up and down the mountain, not long after a mouthful of bird hair.

Strangely, however, those bird flocks operate only on the outskirts of cultivated land and are not close to the land centered on a thousand grains of gold. Such a scene is particularly evident from the air down.

“Why don't those birds go that way?” Ask the other six associates about nothing and look down.

“They know it's the most dangerous. After all, the Horn people who are there are the strongest of all the cultivated land. They hear that the Horn people often hunt ferocious beasts, and their brains must be heavy. Perhaps the birds also perceive it.” One person guessed.

“No, I think there must be something there that makes those flying birds nervous.” Another speaks differently.

“Something dangerous?” The man laughed before, "You mean the Beast? If there was a king there, there would never be so many flamingos. There could never be a king! ”

There is no peace and concurrence in this, he personally experienced the previous King Beast incident, and he knows that the facts are not as exaggerated as rumours, and the Horn People will not send so many people where the King Beast appears.

“So, what's the reason?” Everyone understands.

“Perhaps Flaming Horn got some medicine to expel birds and animals?” Suddenly someone said.

It's really possible that the rest of us would take a meal like that.

“Speaking of which, none of the beasts domesticated by Flaming Horn are here!” None and searched again, he had detected for two days that the only mountain eagle who had hunted them had recently flown back and forth only between the mountain forests and the trading area, at most to the mountain in the core inhabited area of Horn Horn, not once to the cultivated land of Horn Horn.

“That must be it!” Others think this should be the closest thing to the truth, knowing that in some slave owners' estates, some medicines are sometimes used to expel pests and flying birds, except that the prescriptions remain in the hands of a very small number of people and are not easily passed on. Now that the horns can get seeds from the golden valley dwellings, perhaps they also get the drugs to expel the worms?

“No wonder long winged birds don't even want to get near it.” He nodded with no peace, and his heart had agreed to that speculation.

Fortunately, these long-winged birds are their veterinary slaves, even if they are reluctant, but at their compulsory request, they will act according to their wishes, and by then, just pay attention, the drugs are only for insects and should have little effect on humans.

“Here, take some medicine first.” One person pulls out a wooden vial from the cloth bag he carries, opens it and distributes the pills inside to the others.

This pill is not intended for a particular drug, but it can also have a certain buffering effect. Even if it is poisoned, as long as it is treated in a timely manner, it will be no big deal. They're just going to grab a handful of grain, and they're not going to take poison. They're going to be fine.

“Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!” There is no peace.

When others listen, they also hurry to regain their hearts and pay close attention to what is happening below.

In a thousand grains of gold cultivated land, Shao Xuan took a quick glance somewhere to the left. It seemed calm, but nobody dared to come near it, not even a flying bug.

There's a big bat.

It was resting on the mountain the other day, and since last night, the leader bat has been directly in the ground, even during the day when he hates it, and he hasn't left it. However, it no longer hangs upside down on the highest leaves, but instead grabs the leaves on which a thousand gold plants lie.

Due to the large size of each thousand grains of gold, the leaves above open to the surrounding area, even if they are narrow and long, but in excess of the amount they stack up, they can shield some of the sunlight.

The leader manta hangs in those shadows upside down. If he hadn't seen it resting there with his own eyes, as long as he doesn't look that way, it would be difficult to detect its existence. At least those who guard it outside a thousand grains of gold cultivated land have not noticed the anomaly.

Tap, tap, tap--

A grape-sized thousand grains of gold crashed into the ear of the grain as it swayed. There has been no noticeable change in the appearance of those grains, but the interior has been changing and maturing.

Shao Xuan's eyes flashed brightly, blowing the wooden whistle in his mouth.

The slightly longer whistle was not high, but rather peaceful, but after the whistle, the air became tight and the atmosphere became more tense and congested.

This is the whistle you're all prepared for.

“Shh!”

A quick and sharp whistle followed, as if it were a shooting gun, waiting on all sides, instantly like an arrow coming out of a string, directly into the valley that had long been allocated.

It is indeed more like a battle, a battle for seconds.

A sharp sickle made of animal bone easily cuts off a tall thousand grains of gold, while those who follow quickly put those thousand grains of gold in a large leather bag.

Because there were too many grains of gold planted this time, and the survival rate was much higher than it had been the first time, there was no extra time to cut those grain ears alone, but rather to cut even strains. After the unification, find a place to deal with it, or the birds around you will cause a lot of trouble.

The areas and routes allocated to each person are planned long ago, and there will be no cuts and bumps, no duplicate routes and maximum time savings.

Except for one place.

Shao Xuan didn't let anyone near the area where the leader bat was located. That was the biggest variable. As long as he didn't piss it off, this harvest could be successfully completed. If someone accidentally passed by, causing that big trouble, it would be more headache than a bird attack.

At the same time, the surrounding birds, who would not have dared to come near them, rushed this way, screaming as if they had fought their lives at this moment.

Looking down in the air, you can see a surrounding circle of birds shrinking towards the most heavily defended part of the valley.

“Opportunity!" None and seven people suddenly got excited, and the blood in their bodies seemed to start boiling.

The long-winged bird could only “grunt” reluctantly, without strong demands from several people, and then flew slowly over there.

As the birds approached, the leader manta hidden in the shadows of a thousand golden valleys opened his bloody eyes.

Whoo--

The wings of the wrapped body open, with a slight wind sound, in such a noisy situation, this slight wind can not make any ripples, no one will hear.

But in the second it opens its wings, the fast surrounding bird swarm is just like being pressed by a pause button and immediately caught.

A powerful and overwhelming aura, coming out of a thousand grains of gold, especially in the air, is most likely directed at the nearest flying birds in the air.

The Horn Warriors, who were in a hurry to harvest thousands of grains of gold, were also shocked by the sudden smell of the sickle almost shaking in their hands.

Beast!

There's a lot of hunting, and they can naturally tell from the breath whether the other person is a human or a beast.

No, it's not a common beast. It's stronger than the beasts they've seen!

The air smells like intense blood, you can't see a drop of blood, and you can't smell any blood in your nose, but it really feels like blood mist!

At this moment, all the screams, bows and arrows, horns, golden apparatus, bird sounds, they all seem frightened and suddenly stopped.

Hiss--

If the airflow rapidly flows through the sound, it is small, but in this cultivated land, it reaches everyone's ears.

The sound, it's like having a bloody pointy tooth in a stupidity move, and the killing will now take root.

In the midday sun, this cultivated land, as if it was blocked from the sun, could not feel a little temperature, some, it was just a trembling forest cold, making people's teeth tremble.

In the air, none and seven people, although still far away, felt the strange breath.

Nothing and a shiver almost fell off the long-wing bird.

Not only the seven of them, but the seven long-wing birds, like the rest of the birds, stopped flying forward, and had it not been for the master * * * * * * * to pass, they would have withdrawn long ago, and the tempo of flapping their wings had become so chaotic that it would have ups and downs that those who would have been frightened would have fallen from the back of the bird.

“Then what is it?” One man stuttered when he spoke. They go through a lot, and even if they don't have the ability to distinguish the atmosphere like the Horn Man, they can sense that there is a dangerous creature there, that is, they don't know it's a human being or a beast.

“How can I have a... bad feeling?” The other said too.

“There, what? Man or beast? ”

“Are you a monster? ”

“Impossible!” No peace and immediate denial, uncertain speech and tone, "it shouldn't be. It's definitely not the last one! ”

If it's not a monster, what's that powerful smell that just came out of nowhere?

What are the secrets of the Horns?

“Horn Man, what a cunning man!” Someone bit his teeth and said.

Others agree that the Horn people are hiding a lot of secrets, but they really don't dare to explore it now.

“What do we do?" The other six look like no peace. Even though it is sometimes hard to beat up to not speak to this person, some decisions are correct, and at this time they also believe in the decision of no peace.

He looked down at the bottom of his eyes and said, "Keep waiting! Those birds, they're not that easy to give up. As long as those birds keep moving, then the one with the flaming horns is definitely not a monster! ”

Where the beast appeared, even with tempting food, the ordinary beast beast would never dare to come close, but the surrounding birds, after a moment of rest, began to wander again, seemingly preparing to strike again.

“No, I'm not a monster!” One person with no and no sides is happy in color.

For them, as long as they are not royal beasts, it is worth fighting for. If it's a monster, they don't say anything, just walk away, whatever your secret is in the horn of flames, whatever treasure you have in your land, don't go away! They are the same choice as they were when the Stoneworm King appeared in the woods outside the trading zone, leaving decisively without and without throwing the cup directly.

But now there's no monster. Adventure is nothing. They've risked more than eating grain since they were little!

Suspended minds fell instantly, and the seven people watched the events below again, waiting for the movement of those birds to decide when to strike.

In the cultivated land of a thousand grains of gold, the harvested warriors paused when the powerful momentum appeared just now, but soon returned to God in Shao Xuan's reminder to continue their unfinished task. Whatever the danger, as long as the elders are here, it will be fine.

After experiencing the Wang Beast incident, the Flaming Horn people have considerable trust in Shao Xuan. Step back, even if there is an accident, they will not resent Shao Xuan. The elders' starting point is always for the good of Horn.

“Ah Xuan, those birds are flying again!” O'Rae opened the bow and the arrows pointed at the sky. Birds are too large to cope calmly with even a good arrow worker facing such a large number of birds.

“Wait a minute. Don't shoot for now. Watch over there.” Shao Xuan pointed at the head of the bat with a little chin. The lead bat is starting to get angry. It was just a warning. After all, it's daytime and it doesn't like going out during the day.

The flying animals don't like bows and arrows. Even if there are other cultivated land, a thousand grains of gold and the surrounding land, don't move the arrows easily. After all, it's not possible to say when the bat will fly out. If anyone accidentally misfires and pisses off the leader bat, this would be a busy harvest operation, and it would be even harder to succeed.

O.K., put the bow down and focus on where the head bat is. Neither he nor Shao Xuan were involved in the direct harvest operation, but stared at the leader bat. After all, nobody knew what the leader bat was going to do, and if anything happened, they could react first. At a time of crisis, it must be them who are strong and powerful.

In the air, it's bloody, it's getting stronger, and if it wasn't for the surrounding valleys, people would think they were on the killing field.

The arms of some warriors waving sickles are shaking, it's not their cowardice, it's a mental and physiological condition that fires, it's nervous, and under such intense pressure, they can still maintain normal harvest rather than draw, which is already good.

As the birds approach slowly, some begin to retreat, some hesitate, while others continue to dare to approach and head towards this golden valley ear.

Nearby birds, even flying above a thousand grains of gold farmland, did not rush down immediately, but these clusters of birds have gradually shielded the sun above them.

And just as the birds above finally decided to dive down, the birds around them, they spread their wings, ready to shoot.

Whoo--

A shadow flew out of the shadow of the valley, rubbing the golden ear and heading up. On the rush, the sound waves are invisible and inaudible together.

Boom! Boom!

The nearest bird turned directly into a bloody mist and couldn't even make the last shout.

And as the shadow rushes toward the densest birds above, a bloody color, accompanied by a banging sound, such as an open red disk, expands in the air.

Birds blocking the sun were replaced by a spreading mist of blood, scattered under the sun, and descended on this cultivated land.

If before, it was just because that powerful momentum made people feel like they smelled blood, then now, it's real blood!

The people who harvested the crops below, whether they were from a thousand grains of gold farmland here, or from other nearby farmland, as well as those who came to help, tribal warriors, guards who stood guard at the outpost, and so on, all saw the horrible scene above the farmland.

The attack by the head bat was directed only at those birds, but those who harvested grain in the cultivated land were also affected and had to stop working in their hands, covering their ears, as if their entire heads had been stabbed with tens of millions of needles. Someone a little further away is fine, those close to a thousand grains of gold cultivated land are the worst suffering, but their strength is also the strongest of the group responsible for harvesting, as long as the leader bat is not after them, they can carry on, it just feels uncomfortable.

O. held the bow's hand tight, looked above, ignored the blood mist that landed on his face, and looked straight at the slaughter above. No, you can't call it a slaughter. It's just a unilateral slaughter. A group of birds tempted by food, an angry half king beast, how strong and weak, at a glance.

On Shao Xuan's head was a sunken grain ear, and the mist of blood descended from above, coating a full grain of grain with red.

Shao Xuan removed a grain and wiped his fingers off a layer of blood attached to the grain, revealing a golden glossy grain shell below. The sheen of a thousand grains of golden grain shells seems to be shining brighter.

When I first discovered the nutrients needed to grow a thousand grains of gold, Shao Xuan looked at this grain like gold in his hand.

Perhaps the growth and maturation of a thousand grains of gold is destined to be accompanied by blood. This is a golden light born in blood.

In the sky, the thumping explosion no longer continued, but the captain bat did not seem to have intended to spare the birds who pissed it off, still not stopping the pursuit, only this time with his claws and fangs.

After the mist, some torn apart bird corpses are always dropped, some of which seem to be dry without a drop of blood, with incomplete debris, and it can be seen that the sex above is very brutal.

The birds were awakened and scattered in alarm.

Of course, there are those who are still nervous and bold, while leading the manta to hunt down other birds, they go to the thousand grains of gold cultivated land, think they can achieve their purpose, unfortunately the Horn of Fire people are already there to guard against.

The harvest continues, and the sky and the ground are busy, and we have long seen unhappy people hiding from the leader bat attack. We have also seen their chances. The Horn Man and the horrible bat have not noticed them!

“Opportunity!”

“Go!”

“Hurry, hurry, hurry, grab it before the valley's over! ”