Chronicles of Primordial Wars

“Is that a bird domesticated by the Flaming Horn tribe?” Someone wonders.

“Should be, I've never seen a bird grow like that, maybe, caught in a flaming horn from a mountain forest?” Another young girl with bright colored feathers on her head guesses.

“No, that's not a domesticated bird.” Hung Xi looked at the strange bird resting on the branch and said with certainty.

“Yes,” said a slightly older young man on Hung Xi's side, "the bird is too wild to be a domesticated bird. ”

“The bird... looks dangerous.” Hung Xi stared closely at the bird not far away, his eyebrows tight.

The bird's general information can be judged by the winged tribe at a glance, and although they have never seen such a bird before, they are able to make a preliminary judgment from the bird's shape, contours, subtle movements, etc.

“Why don't I try?” A young man leaps to try.

This time they followed the team to Cape Flame, to go into the more dangerous mountain forest, to catch more birds, to replenish the tribe's bird species that have not changed for a long time, the tribe's bird species are still too few, some of the new breeds cultivated are not satisfied, and it has not changed for a long time, which is not a good phenomenon for the feather tribe.

It happened that the spark blended, lifting the time limit, and the chief gave the order to start looking for new birds. Such a supplement is necessary for the feather tribe and will be replenished in the past, but it may only take a few years to replenish one, but this time, the chief personally leads the team and intends to do a big job, grabbing some new birds back.

This time it brought out a group of young people with a lot of potential in the tribe to exercise them, and after all, the future of the tribe will be with these young people. The new feather tribes, they start to change.

It has to be said that the leaders of the feather tribes still have great expectations for these young people, and these people, too, have some ability, otherwise they cannot be chosen from so many tribes.

The young man who said he was going to try it out was quite talented in domestication. Before he woke up with the power of totem, he started domesticating birds. If you look at the feathers inserted in his head, you can see the kinds of birds he keeps.

None of the feathers on that side, of varying colours and lengths, proved his ability. So, he believed that even the first bird he met, even a wild, hard-to-tame bird, would become a good boy in front of him. After all, this is not a special bird species like the Peak Eagle. It just looks strange. He's still sure.

So, after he made a noise, other people were also very excited. Hongxi looked at the strange bird on the tree and didn't make a sound to stop it. He also wanted to try it. However, for the sake of insurance, he didn't make a quick suggestion, so others stood up. However, Hongxi always felt that the bird was strange, not only in its appearance, but in its entirety gave him a strange meaning.

Having suffered in the hands of the Horn Man, Hongxi sounded a reminder when the young man lifted his feet that way, "Ming Lu, be careful, don't be careless. ”

“Well, I know.” The young man who called Ming-lu said. But I didn't really care about it. Not a hundred or dozen of his domesticated birds are big or small enough to take down so little. Besides, he's not directly domesticated, he's just in touch, playing fresh.

This is the Horn of Flames, which is probably the only bird that the Horn breeds, and they are not in conflict with the Horn of Flames to domesticate the bird.

The young man moved step by step towards the trees, which were planted here after the flaming horns migrated, one to prevent the rapid loss of soil on the shore, and the second to give the flaming horn warriors on the shore a place to rest. After all, sometimes the sun is too strong, they don't have a place to rest, and although they do have a house, they prefer to be in the shade of the trees and watch out for movement around them.

At this time, the wing dragon is resting on one of the trees. For two days it will also be here from time to time. Shao Xuan won't let it go up the mountain, so he can only come here and move in this part of the river bank below the mountain. The people who guard this side of the river have recognized this “weird bird”. Shao Xuan called it the wing dragon. Everyone thought Shao Xuan gave the name "weird bird" to the "wing dragon” and sometimes shouted after the wing dragon.

At this time, the people on the banks of the river saw the Yu tribe go that way and hurry up and ask, "What are you doing? ”

One of the Horn Warriors tried to stop the man walking towards the tree, but was stopped by Hung Xi, "Don't worry, we won't mess around. We were just curious about that weird bird in the tree, and we didn't mean to rob it. This little brother of our tribe, he's just going to say hello to the bird. You know, we feather tribes can communicate with birds. ”

“But…”

What else does a Flaming Horn warrior want to say? Aren't a few other feather tribes impatient, just a bird? The bird doesn't have any pretty feathers, even if you don't look closely, you think it doesn't have hair, and it looks weird, if you've never seen this kind of bird, they'd be curious and lazy to look at it.

“Nothing, but Hung Xi said, we're just going to say hello to it, is that all you guys are prepared for? Wherever birds are, our feather tribes have confidence to communicate with them!” The young men of the talking feather tribe are arrogant and may have less confidence than the others, but on top of this, anyone who doubts their abilities is looking down on them!

The flaming horn warriors who came here face to face, of course they knew that the people of the feather tribe did not dare to do anything to offend the flaming horn. After all, the feather tribe needed to take them into the mountain forest to catch birds, but now they were not worried about what the feather tribe people would do to the winged dragon. Instead, they were worried about what the winged dragon would do to the feather tribe.

“But...” a flaming horn warrior opened his mouth and saw the growing discontent of a group of people in the feather tribe, seemed to prevent them from communicating with the “bird” in the past was just as disrespectful to their feather tribe, he still stuck the words behind him.

The one behind him pulled the companion he had always wanted to talk to, indicating that he should stop talking.

The Horn Warrior sighed: "Don't say it without saying it.” Just hold it in your heart if you don't finish.

The people who saw Flaming Horn finally stopped talking, the feather tribe people were satisfied, indicating that the half-stopped people continued, “Quick, Mingle, don't let it fly away, I saw it move its wings! ”

“Rest assured, I can definitely take it!” Ming Lu waved his hand carelessly and continued to walk that way. The closer he got, the slower he slowed down, the calmer the smell around him, and the power of totem didn't suddenly appear, as if everything just happened naturally.

Feather tribe people, as long as they want, can show bird intimacy, so when the young man from the Feather tribe shows a totem pattern, not only does he not have the kind of tactical shock of the Flaming Horn, but he rather seems to have started a silent exchange.

The fancy totems on them are also a way of communicating with birds, like birds in nature, communicating with each other, not just with sound, but with feathers and other behaviors. Couples, defenses, demonstrations, or some common communication, all involve this silent mode of communication.

Several Horn Horn people looked at the scene curiously, and for the first time they saw the feather tribesman in a non-combat state, using the power of the totem to this effect, but not for the purpose of combat, which is truly novel.

Those totem lines on the surface of the body are not immobilized like other tribesmen, but are constantly moving, as if by some particular rule, like a wave. This is also because Minglu is too young and not strong enough. After the fusion of the spark, the body did not fully fuse the spark power in the body, so it is not yet possible to apply this ability to the peak. If Hung Xilai is allowed, the body surface may also flame.

Nonetheless, including Hongxi, felt that Ming-lu was enough. Didn't you see that strange bird was already attracted to attention? This is also a successful first step. All you have to do is draw the attention of the bird, and be more sure of the rest. If you can't even get the attention of the bird, don't talk about the rest of the story.

Ten, eight, six...

Ming Lu was getting closer and closer to the tree. At the same time, in addition to the changes in his body, he had a quick thump in his throat. The flaming horn people could hear a little blurred voice, but could not know what it meant. However, in that way, should it be communicating with birds?

Several of the flaming horns looked at each other with surprise. Is that what you've been saying? Is it true, as the feather tribe said, that they can really communicate with that weird bird? But didn't the elders say it wasn't a bird and let everyone think of it as something else in the mountains and woods?

At the time of the thought of several people in Horn, Ming Lu had been three steps away from the tree. At this time, Ming Lu had slowed down each step very slowly. Although he was arrogant and arrogant, at this time, he would not neglect it. After all, he should do everything. At the time of slowing down, he must not rush, and at this time, other people and people in Horn looked at him, and he could not fail.

However, the closer he got to the strange bird, the stranger the moonlight felt. Although the strange bird on the tree kept his attention on him and was not scared away, he found that the strange bird did not seem to react as expected. Although it did not fly, it did not show close curiosity, and maintained its previous posture.

Those vertical pupils, staring at him with the same eyes all the time, did not change a bit, as if all his previous actions were useless.

How is that possible?

I shouldn't have.

Ming Lu was confused. Strong self-confidence, he didn't doubt anything else, just wondering, is this bird retarded?

As long as it's a bird, he's got to react a little bit, right? Don't say close or not, even if you refuse to communicate, there will always be an indication, but this strange bird has always maintained its initial posture, and the eyes are silent.

Do you want to dance? Ming Lu wants to.

Dancing with birds is common in feather tribes and a way to improve communication. Of course, that's what people seem to be dancing, but it's actually just a bird-like behavioral language.

Just as Ming Lu thought about whether to dance for a while, he kept staring at Hung Xi, the weird bird on the tree, and suddenly shouted: “Ming Lu, watch out! ”

“Ah--”

A scream came from beneath the mountain inhabited by Cape Flame.

A lot of people on the hill looked down the hill, and that voice didn't sound like one of their tribes.

And the other people of the feather tribe in the flaming horn tribe heard the scream, and thought that the flaming horn people had made a move, even the leader of the feather tribe, who was talking to him, stood up from the wooden chair. With his hearing, even on the mountain, he can hear the sound under the mountain. The screaming of Lu is too loud, the resolution is too high. Everyone in the feather tribe can hear it from the sound. Lu must have been hurt before he could bear to call the sound.

In Flaming Horn territory, only Flaming Horn people can be hurt.

After a while, the feather tribe's face changed and hurried down the hill.

Nor do they know what is happening, but if they are the people of the Feather Tribe who are wounded by the Horn Man... they will naturally protect their own people!

What if you're wrong? When there is no one else to reprimand, the flaming horns will be held in front of the outsiders as long as there is nothing extraordinary. This is what tribes have always done.

When Shao Xuan returned, he caught up with a group of people running that way. He also heard screams over there, except that he knew better than anyone else what was going on, so he wasn't in a hurry.

At the foot of the mountain, by the flaming river.

A group of people gathered there, the feathered tribesmen with feathers of all colors on their heads, they were all surrounded there, waaaa, asking the context of things, look at the momentum, if it proved that the Horn Man did it, then it had to be done.

However, Hung Xi's face was very embarrassing and they were all blushing, but they didn't say a word. Or the Flaming Horn warriors who were guarding the river, telling them about the cause of the incident, and the results now.

After listening to the explanation, it was as if you didn't see the reactions of the feather tribes that seemed to have been strangled. Instead, ask the Horn Warriors: "Didn't you warn me? ”

“As a reminder, they didn't listen, and they interrupted me before I finished.” The Flaming Horn warrior, who had not been able to finish his speech before, looked grievous.

Does he really feel aggrieved, obsessive-compulsive, and suffocative until now?

“The feather tribe said they were just saying hello to the weird bird and wouldn't let us stop them. But the elder said that the bird was not a bird. ”

Feather tribesmen: “…"

Bitten landing: “...” Not a bird, didn't you?!

Shao Xuan came over and pulled the corner of his mouth.

Peacock, open the screen. Just open it to the peacock. Open it to a lizard. I thought you were provoking me. Didn't you want to die?