Chronicles of Primordial Wars

He stared at the weirdo and scraped the flesh off the bone and sucked the bone marrow out of it.

At this time, compared to the way Shao Xuan had just moved here, the change was very big. Most obviously, the whole person did not look like sun-dried meat. There was a feeling of flesh similar to that of a normal person. However, he still looked weak and did not have obvious muscles of bulging, but he had just broken the leg bones of the murderous beast, and Shao Xuan three did not dare to be small.

His skin no longer looked blue and black, blue and white, still no blood color, but different from Iss' Orc slave, at least the Orc slave could see that he was like that, but the weirdo in front of him gave a strange feeling, like he was seriously ill, but quite dangerous.

After eating the food, the skin on the odd man's face became soft, besides some traces of dry cracking and strange bluish and white, similar to ordinary people, at least it didn't look like a corpse anymore, and the action was no longer rigid, if he had obvious breathing and heartbeat, he would be more like a living person.

After eating the food, the weirdo looked at Shao Xuan with gratitude, and even took less vigilance towards Zhenluo and the Flaming Horn warrior.

“Here… is… where? ”

Probably after eating the food the body has started to recover, and the sound is no longer like scrubbing the stone with scrubbing paper, but it's still not smooth, the tone sounds strange, but even Mongolian can guess roughly what he's talking about.

“This is the Flaming Horn Tribe.” Shao Xuan said.

“Flaming horns... tribes?” The weirdo's face was full of doubt, seemed to think of something, like he couldn't remember.

“Who are you? From which tribe?” Shao Xuan asked. In order for the weirdo to hear clearly, Shao Xuan said every word slowly.

“I am… who?” Weird people are even more confused. I don't know what to say for a while, and I think about it.

“Do you remember your tribe's totem? Totem, can you draw it?” Shao Xuan asked.

“Totem... Totem...” The weirdo repeated the word in a low voice. The more smooth he spoke, the more he raised his head, the brighter the red eyes flashed, "Totem! ”

“Yes, Totem, do you remember?” Shao Xuan walked into the secret room, took out the paint placed in a wooden cabinet next to him, mixed it well with water, stretched out a finger and smudged it inside, then padded it on a cloth, and the grey yellow linen paused with a black mark.

Shao Xuan originally wanted to use a pen, but depending on the stranger's situation, this is still convenient.

Looking at Shao Xuan's actions, the weirdo seemed to be unfamiliar with Shao Xuan's behavior. He reached out his right thumb and poked it in a small stone box containing paint. Many tribesmen like to draw with their thumbs. It is an ancient habit, at this time the same as the weirdo. Because of the lack of control, he almost stabbed the pebble box, and Shao Xuan took it.

Looking at the dark clump on his fingers, the weirdo walked to the stone table and paddled it on Shao Xuan's spread linen. He felt it was too troublesome. Then he threw the linen aside and drew it directly on the stone table.

When I first painted, I moved my fingers and paused for a moment, and the weirdo looked like he was remembering something, and when he got to the back, the more smooth the painting was, and eventually he didn't even pause to finish directly.

It's not very complicated diagram. If Shao Xuan paints, it can be done in two seconds, but this weirdo took almost 10 minutes, most of the time for thinking, and the painting was not easy.

At least it's painted.

He couldn't help but be curious to walk that way and look at the stone table with his neck stretched out. He couldn't get too close. The weirdo was still guarding him.

“Is this it?” asked Xuanluo, looking at the stone table.

The stranger looked vigilantly and made a sound, but the tone was a little strange. Shao Xuan couldn't understand what he was talking about for a moment.

The pattern on the stone table looks like a person holding his arms up and looking up, and just above that “human” pattern, there is a circle, which usually appears in the pattern, mostly the sun.

This is the odd tribal totem pattern, and even if the tribes can't remember their names, they won't forget the tribal totem, especially those that still hold the original spark.

This weirdo can't seem to remember anything else, but this one really came out, and then he stared at the totem on the stone table.

Shao Xuan was sure that he had never seen such a totem and could not match his identity for a while.

Looking at the posterior conscription, it was also a doubtful face, he had never seen such a pattern, but there was little chance that it would be false to be painted by someone who could even forget his name but still remember the totem pattern.

However, the flourishing decay of tribes persists, and some tribes may have been extinct in the past, of which this weirdo is one.

“Your tribe, before in the desert?” Shao Xuan asked.

“Desert?” The stranger is even stranger to the word, and he has no idea what Shao Xuan said.

Aware of this, Shao Xuan explained the environment in the desert again, "It is only rarely raining, there are not many trees and trees, all of them yellow sand places. ”

After hearing it, the weirdo nodded, “There it is, there it is! ”

Weird man knew that Shao Xuan was not of his own clan, but because Shao Xuan's body smelled similar to his own, he initially mistakenly thought that Shao Xuan was of his own clan, and after eating a leg of beast, his body was recovering and his perception was much stronger, so he found that Shao Xuan was still different from himself, but he was still unprotected for Shao Xuan.

Not from the same tribe, but it must have something to do with waking up, so the weirdo asked with some urgency: "I… the tribe… go back…”

The weirdo said, Shao Xuan only understood a few words, "Do you want to go back? ”

Weird nodded.

“But there are no more tribes in the desert.” Shao Xuando.

Weird man shook his head and denied, “No... impossible... impossible!” But then I thought of something, but it was like I couldn't remember, my face twisted, suddenly I squatted down with my head, very painful, a blue and white epidermis on my body raised a line like a meridian, the throat yelled like a mountain beast, and it was like a strong wind into the cave and then blown out, it was weird.

The stone chips and dust on the surrounding walls were vibrated and the pottery jars filled with water in the corners were split asunder. There was not much water in it, and the blast was basically ceramic, clanging on the wall.

The scream echoed in the hallway outside with people blocking Dokan at the entrance of the stairs, and when they heard it, they just felt creepy.

Soundproofing is okay in Flame River Castle, but you can hear it all over Flame River Castle at this time. Some people outside, close to the Flame River Castle, heard voices that were blurred, but also trembled unconsciously, as if a cool breeze had swept through their backs.

Where Ise is, behind the spine of the Orc slave, a thorn emerged and looked nervously at the place of the Flame River Castle.

And Iss wondered, “What's going on over there? ”

In Flame River Castle, those who heard voices rushed over and saw Dokan with people blocked there.

“Boss, is that a human voice?” Someone asked Dokan.

“How do I know?!” What exactly happened below, worried about Dokan?! What a hurry!

Underneath the secret room.

Seeing the stranger's emotions excited, Shao Xuan and Zhengluo raised their hearts and held their hands to the knife handle. If this stranger suddenly burst, they could only kill him here. Though there are some things that I would very much like to know from this population, everything is about the safety of our own people.

However, the weirdo just squatted on the ground with his head in a very painful manner and howled for a moment, and his voice slowly turned weak until it stopped.

Shao Xuan waited and did not see any movement of the person.

“Hey, what's wrong with you?” Shao Xuan asked.

Without waiting to answer, Shao Xuan asked again and still did not respond.

He could sense that the irritability around the person had subsided. If he hadn't been seen squatting here, no one would have thought that there was still someone here. After all, there was no breathing and heartbeat. Apart from the obvious breathing phenomenon before the shouting, at other times, this person seemed like he didn't need air. If he had locked him in a sealed place, maybe he could have survived.

Shao Xuan walked over, holding the knife in one hand and reaching out the other, pushing the person squatting there.

Squat there and fall straight back, still holding your head and squatting as if your hands and legs were stiff and not moving at all.

He wanted to ask, "Is this man dead?" But thinking that he was different, he asked, "What's wrong with him? ”

Shao Xuan shook his head, looking at the fluctuations in the body and strength of this person, very similar to the situation when others fell asleep.

“Probably... asleep?” Shao Xuan guessed.

Sleep?

Take a look at the squat holding his head, like a weirdo trying to curl himself into an egg, heart says: if it's different, even sleep like this!

Shao Xuan looked at the pattern just painted by the strange man on the stone table and gave an eye to Zhenluo. The two walked out of the secret room gently.

“He looks a lot like a normal person when he sleeps. He shouldn't wake up for a while. You and Dokan look here and I go to the Rain Tribe.” Shao Xuan lowered his voice.

“To the Rain Tribe? You want to ask about this guy?” The rainy tribe also knew that it had lived on the edge of the desert before, and now it understood Shao Xuan's intentions.

“Well, I want to find out where this person came from, and the people at the rock mound always leave them for a purpose. The man said their tribe was in the desert, but we all know that there were no more tribes in the desert since the slave lord came to the desert. Rain tribes are so close to the desert that they have existed for so long that they may know something that others do not. ”

He nodded, "Okay, you go back. If this guy wakes up, he won't be polite to us. If you can't, you can only kill. ”

“Hmm." Shao Xuan knew that this man's attitude toward himself was different from that toward others, just because it was Shao Xuan who brought this man back to life with another force, or that this man would not have really died, but merely kept him in another state, and Shao Xuan's output of power prompted him to wake up from that state.

Without further ado, Shao Xuan immediately left Yanhe River Castle and went to the Rain Tribe.

When Shao Xuan went, Yang Zheng was smiling and looking at a piece of linen on his hands. It said that plants grown this year, handicrafts, and trading in the Flame River Castle. They have now stabilized their feet here. There is no need to worry about hunger anymore. The existence of the Flame River trading area gives them more options for survival. Even if the harvest in the cultivated land is poor, they will not starve. Sometimes flame corners require labor. Some people in their tribe rush to do it. Anyway, labor can also be used to exchange food from flame corners.

Watching, someone came to report that Shao Xuan, the elder of Flaming Horn, had arrived. He immediately put down what was in his hand and asked Shao Xuan to come in. They wouldn't dare to survive here, or they would depend on the Flaming Horn tribe, otherwise their tribe would not be able to withstand the threat of so many people or beasts around it.

“How come the elders are free to come to our rainy tribe today?” Yang chuckled.

Shao Xuan didn't turn around to wipe the corner. He handed over a beast skin on his hand. “Do you know this? ”

Shao Xuan painted it on the skin of the beast.

“What is it?” Yang Zheng took the beast skin roll and opened it and looked at it. The smile on his face was stiff. He quickly changed his face. His eyes were sharp as a knife. He stared at Shao Xuan, and he sank. “Where did you know this?! ”

“Have you seen it?” Shao Xuan briefly described the weirdo. Shao Xuan did not explain how to bring him back to life. He merely said that the weirdo, like an ancient corpse, was alive.

He held the fingers of the animal's leather roll and even shivered, and his face grew white.

“Are they back? How dare you come back!” Mumbling, the eyes are full of fear and anxiety, like falling into an ice cave and the blood is frozen.

“Who are they?” Seeing Yang Xuan lose his soul, Shao Xuan said, “He can't remember anything for the time being, he only remembers this pattern, and they should be in the hands of the people of the desert rock mound, as puppets. ”

Shao Xuan's words temporarily relieved Yang Xuan, but his fingers were still trembling and his face was bloodless.

“Dry tribe, it's dry tribe! ”

Dry Tribes?

Shao Xuan never heard of this tribe.

“Dry tribes used to live in the desert?” Shao Xuan asked.

Yang pulled the corner of his mouth and tried not to laugh, “No, they don't live in the desert, they live in a place with a dry tribe, or a desert! ”

That stunned Shao Xuan, “You mean, the desert exists because of the Dry Tribes? ”

“You could say that.” Take a deep breath and try to keep your excitement down.

“The weirdo should have been strong, the tribe must have been weak, but how could a tribe like that have disappeared in the desert?” Shao Xuan was confused. Those who are not powerful will not be targeted by the rock mound.

Yang grinned, “You only know the strength of the Dry Tribes, but you don't. Once we were Rain Tribes, we were a Big Tribe! ”

Just in case, Yang went out and drove everyone around the house, filled the house with bowls of water, calmed himself down, and continued: “Some things, too, were found in my ancestor's hand after I became a witch, the ancestor had some obvious handwriting, many of the leaders and witches of the rainy tribe knew, but there were some hidden handwriting, only the rainy tribe witch could open. Not every witch can open it, and without the strength to open it, you can't see those. And from those notebooks, I unraveled the perplexity I'd always had. ”

Shao Xuan once told Yang Yang that the sparks in their primitive state are weak, and although they are not obvious, if compared to the sparks tens of millions of years ago, they can see the difference.

However, few people can live that long, unlike those who grow infinitely different animals, with different strengths, with a limit of life, two or three hundred years being the lifespan of most advanced Totem fighters.

Yang can accept that the rain tribe spark is weakening, so the rainstorm can't succeed, but he doesn't understand why their rain tribe spark is weakening so fast? They are not the only tribes that have a long history of survival. They are also ancient tribes like Horn of Fire, but they are not as weak as they are.

After all, it's still a spark.

Sparks abound, tribes are strong, sparks fade, tribes are weak.

Their rainy tribes have lived on the edge of the desert for so long that they have long been separated from large and medium-sized tribes and may soon disappear into the world in the eyes of many.

“Spark!” Yelling up and sighing, "because of the dry tribe, the spark of our rainy tribe is even more debilitating than others! ”

“You fought with the Dry Tribes?” Shao Xuan asked.

“A long time ago, it was a war. Finally, we lost. ”

Yang Xuan told Shao Xuan what he had recorded in the secretly sealed notebook of his ancestors.

The desert was not what it used to be, not much different from the rest of the continent, and although it did not rain very often, and some places even drought all the time, the extent was not significant compared to today's deserts.

The arid tribe lived in a perennial arid place, while the rainy tribe lived in another fertile soil, ideal for growing plants discovered by the ancestors of the rainy tribe, crushing the fruit of that plant and baking it after falling into water, yielding hard-boiled pies, which were easy to store and hungry. At that time, the rainfall tribes attached great importance to the land and even wanted to expand it.

In order to make the crops in the arable land grow better, the rainfall tribes seek rain more often, and the extent of the rainfall naturally extends towards the expansion of the arable land.

But the arid tribes don't like rain, they don't even like water, they can survive in arid environments for longer, they like drought, and like the cactus in the desert, they are a reservoir themselves, so long as the "reservoir” is full of water, they can live well without a sip of water a hundred days.

Dry tribes also want to expand their territory to include more drylands, so that even if the two tribes were unable to move in, there would be conflict over the expansion of their respective territories.

Later, the contradiction intensified, the two tribes fought, the tribes could have fought for the land, the two tribes with very different preferences, both wanted to drive each other away or simply destroy each other.

The contradiction persisted for a long time, and Yang Zheng did not know exactly how long. This was not recorded in the ancestor's hand, but only mentioned that, in the end, the witches of the two tribes were equally aligned, and each used the power of the spark.

According to the ancient records of the ancestors of the Rain Tribes, the war between the two witches, waved the wind and rain and stepped 10 miles of yellow sand.

Ultimately, the Rain Tribes were defeated when the Rain Tribes witches, with sparks and remnants of the Tribes, left where they lived and settled elsewhere, on the edge of the former desert.

Because of that war, the sparks of the Rain Tribes consumed heavily, almost irreversibly, when the Witches of the Rain Tribes burned themselves in the pond of fire under self-reproach and remorse. Since then, rain tribe sparks have continued to weaken, as have the original sparks of other tribes, but their sparks have weakened faster than others because of the loss of World War I.

When Jang learned the truth, his heart was full of bitterness, but at that time he had not heard that there were still arid tribesmen in the world. Although the desert had expanded to the land where the rainy tribes lived, the arid tribes were as if they had disappeared from the world. Perhaps because of some natural disaster, or for other reasons, the arid tribesmen no longer appeared. When the slave lords from the sea occupied the desert, the arid tribes were completely unknown.

The Yangtze feel that eventually their rainy tribe survived, and living is a victory. As for the brutal history and failures of that year, the ancestors of the Rain Tribe did not want to be known, and Yang Yang was equally confidential. No one but him knew that history.

Listen to Yang Xuan, Shao Xuan feels incredible.

The desert was fought by these two tribes!

Two old-fashioned strong players, one defeated, retreated to farther away places, and sparks were so consumed that they were weaker than other tribes at the same time, they could not even demand rain.

And the other disappeared for some reason. Shao Xuan remembered the stranger's appearance, like an ancient corpse, that state should have been for a long time, just wondering if their disappearance had anything to do with the slave owners.

But those Yang Xuan didn't know, Shao Xuan wanted to know why, and could only ask the stranger if he could remember.