Chronicles of Primordial Wars

When Shao Xuan returns to Flame Point, he will talk to several people in the tribe who are above the rank of Big Boss. Because of the demands of Yang Xuan, the family is ugly and the ancestors of the Rain Tribe do not intend to let the Rain Tribe know, nor Shao Xuan can let too many Flame Point people know, so just talk to people above the rank of Big Boss.

On the issue of the weirdo, killing and not killing, everyone was more in favour of looking ahead, and they wanted to get more unknown things from that weird population, especially the two retired old witches, who wanted to speculate on what had happened a long time ago about the spark based on this strange beast, which looked like a bird and a non-bird. Unfortunately, Wing Dragon cannot speak, even if he is smarter than some beast or beast, but after all, he cannot compare himself to men, nor to Caesar, who grew up in the tribe of mankind, nor to them, nor to the two retired old witches, who are destined to get the information they want to know.

But not this time.

The arid tribe to which this stranger belongs, not knowing how long ago it existed, did not find the relevant records in the hands of the existing ancestors of Flaming Horn. Perhaps because it was too long ago, even if it had been recorded, it was lost in an event, such as a disaster in heaven and earth a thousand years ago. Although some “history” was recovered, it was not absolutely complete. It would have been nice to know more about that era from that weird population. After all, memories may be restored and people can speak, which is different from the case of Wing Dragon. Of course, it's all based on that weirdo's no threat to the Horn of Flames, otherwise, we'll have to kill him.

The weirdo stayed in a squat position with his head in his arms and fell asleep until he woke up.

Shao Xuan could not stay here all the time. Six men from the Konga family over there were still waiting, and the conscription didn't want to delay the building of the gold vessel. Just a few moments ago, many Kang had led the team in hunting. During this time, there was no need to go out again, so the conscription and Dokan guarded outside the secret room on a rotational basis. It has to be guarded by the two of them themselves, and they don't feel comfortable with it.

After five days in a row, the stranger in the secret room opened his eyes.

Keeping such a silent man, it felt strange to recruit, and he knew for the first time that there were others like him.

When Luo Xuan heard the movement, he stood at the door of the secret room and looked carefully inside. There was a long wooden box on the ground, which was later built, and next to it was the original coffin-like wooden box of the weirdo in the desert. Because of the damage, Shao Xuan hit a new one just like that, and then placed the weirdo who slept in a squat position with his head inside.

He wondered why Shao Xuan had such thoughts. In fact, Shao Xuan just looked at the weirdo and suddenly remembered the zombie.

By the time he looked inside, the curled man in the wooden box had laid his hands and feet flat, no longer in a rigid position before, but when he moved, he still made some creaking noises, like bones and muscles pulling out.

But this time it was unexpectedly quiet.

He should have known there was someone out there, but he didn't care, sat up and remained silent, wondering what he was thinking.

When Shao Xuan received the message, the weirdo inside remained as if he had just woken up.

“What do you say?” Shao Xuan enquired.

“It's been that way for a long time, and I can't move.” How can a normal person have a little movement, including blinking or something, but when the person inside doesn't move, he really doesn't move, his eyelids don't move, the whole person is like frozen again, stiff there, his chest doesn't breathe ups and downs, he can't hear heartbeat, he can't even see the pulse beat.

Shao Xuan wondered, why is this man so quiet?

Xuanluo looked at Shao Xuan with a fine mouthful of pottery bottle in his hand, smelled it, smelled bloody, and felt it.

When Shao Xuan went in, he didn't know if he had noticed Shao Xuan's arrival or smelled blood. He looked up at Shao Xuan only after he had been stiff there.

“Wake up? You want a drink?” Shao Xuan handed over the fine-mouthed pottery bottle in his hand, which was fresh beast blood he had taken from the slaughterhouse.

Shao Xuan remained vigilant even though he didn't seem to have any intention of attacking.

The weirdo looked at Shao Xuan and his face did not change much. He raised his hand to take over the pottery bottle in Shao Xuan's hand. He stared at the fine mouth pottery bottle and looked at it. He didn't control the force in his hand. He only heard the cracking sound. The pottery bottle was pinched out with a big fist hole. The crack was still widening. There was blood coming out of the crack. The man hurriedly blocked it with one hand and lightened it on the other hand. He probably didn't think that something would be so fragile.

After looking at it, the weirdo pulled the plug out directly with his mouth, his nose and wings shrugged and smelled, and it was only then that he showed more obvious breathing characteristics.

Without further hesitation, the person began to pour the bottle directly into his mouth.

In the Chamber of Secrets, only the sound of swallowing is heard.

For people with limited strength, the blood of the fierce beast is too much to bear. Just like when Shao Xuan was a junior Totem warrior, drinking a little can replace a meal. But this person ate the whole leg of the fierce beast that day, and I don't know if this is why he will sleep for several days. This time, he was not in such a hurry to swallow animal blood at a uniform rate, nearly four litres of animal blood all drank.

“Thank you. ”

Although his voice sounded strange, Shao Xuan understood what he said, picked out his eyebrows, and just saw him pull the plug without a sound, very smooth, like he was very familiar with it.

“What do you remember?” Shao Xuan asked.

“A lot.” The man paused, continuing, "My name is Ganche, Dry Tribe Ganche. ”

The man spoke calmly to Shao Xuan about the arid tribe, similar to what Yang Xuan told him, except that Ganche said it in more detail.

Dry tribes love drought, as do drought-causing suns, so there's a circle in their totem. They are able to survive normally in arid environments and, on the contrary, become quite ill or even ill where there is ample rainfall.

It sounds ridiculous to have such a strong body that it gets sick in a humid environment, but it does.

In the heart of the arid tribe, where drought is most severe, soil desertification, especially near the fire pond, is full of yellow sand, arguably the arid tribe's fire pond is built on yellow sand, similar to the sand in the desert today.

Due to the sparse trees in arid places, the dry tribesmen, even if they had mastered the method of drilling for fires, did not burn very often, which also allowed them to develop the habit of continuing to eat raw food, as Shao Xuan had seen in the legs of this life's predator.

It was not until the Great War between the Rain and Dry Tribes that dry cuts showed obvious emotional fluctuations, and the red eyes seemed to have blood flowing in them.

At that time, there were not many Dry and Rain tribes, about seven or eight hundred, but a thousand, but at that time, people were more powerful, and they were also elementary totem fighters, one of whom could survive today, even more. The key to tribal strength is not the population, and in total strength, of course, in general, powerful tribes have a larger population, except at that time, seven or eight hundred was already a large tribe, and the population could not be compared to today.

During the Great War, the situation did appear to be dominated by the Dry Tribes, who expanded their sanitization and eventually left. However, the Rain Tribes did not know that the Dry Tribes seemed to have won the war, but paid a heavy price. Their sparks went wrong. The Tribes fell one by one because of the sparks, and the sparks also tended to collapse. At that time, the Dry Tribes witches could not control them, so much so that the desertification expanded, the greater the scope of the desertification, the more the sparks consumed.

Ultimately, under the remorse of the Dry Tribe Witch, a decision was made. If it continued like that, the spark might disappear, and the Dry Tribe people would disappear into the world. So, the Dry Tribe Witch picked 10 people, plus the Witch herself, a total of 11 people, to sacrifice herself, trying to stop the spark from continuing to consume.

“Unfortunately, eventually, the spark disappeared!” The good news is that there was no uprising.

Perhaps because the saddest times have passed. Shao Xuan thought, also continue to listen to Ganche narrative.

After that, the Dry Tribe witches were seriously injured, the Dry Tribe had only 11 of them, they dug an underground cave, buried the dead tribesmen in the ground, and then a few years later, Ganche couldn't remember exactly how many years, the already disoriented Dry Tribe witches could no longer support, and the Ganche Ten didn't want to live, the spark was gone, the heart was dead, what does it mean to live? They followed the witch into the underground cave and wanted to die with the witch, perhaps after death they could see the people.

Though it is a bit strange to pronounce, it is not easy to say and very smooth. Shao Xuan can also understand what he means.

Gantche looked at his hands and he could wake up, indicating that they were not really dead.

“I have a question for you.” See that Ganche has regained his sanity and doesn't look like he's going to go crazy, "Shao Xuan said,“ I found the power of the spark in your bones, that is, your spark did not disappear at the time, but merged into your eleven people. ”

Gan looked up at Shao Xuan and asked eagerly: “Are you serious? ”

“Didn't you notice? Around here is our flaming horn tribe's territory. You feel the spark?” Shao Xuan asked.

“No… no spark… how could it not…” Ganche could no longer remain calm.

“An increasing number of tribes have chosen to integrate the original spark into the tribal population, because it will weaken, and integration into the tribal population's blood will ensure that the spark will not continue to weaken naturally, but will continue to be homogeneous with the tribal blood.” Shao Xuan and Ganche briefly talked about the ocean and the ocean and focused on explaining why everyone would choose this path.

“Turns out… it's not that the spark is gone… is… is…” Ganche looked sad but could not cry out, even his emotions were not as excited as Shao Xuan imagined.

“So we, the Dry Tribes, can continue?” There was a surprise in his eyes, but the next moment Shao Xuan poured cold water on him.

“I'm afraid you don't understand what's going on in the desert. Do you know how you got here?” Shao Xuan asked.

Ganche looked at Shao Xuan and waited for Shao Xuan's words. From the moment he woke up, he somehow felt Shao Xuan was trustworthy, a feeling he could not control, perhaps because of the influence of the kind of power Shao Xuan had awakened him.

Shao Xuan also briefly described the trip to the desert.

Rain tribes and dry tribes are the dead enemy. The war in those years left them defeated. One strong tribe fell into an unknown sub-tribe and could hardly survive. The other seemed to be the winner. In fact, they lost even worse, losing almost the entire tribe. But now Shao Xuan doesn't want to see them fight, he can only lead hatred to the desert.

“I assume that your other nine ethnic groups are not necessarily doing well.” Shao Xuan wasn't speculating, it was all well founded.

Rock people can enslave the dead and make them puppets, and now it seems that the people of the dry tribe have been dug out by the rock people and distributed to everyone in charge, only because of the special physical condition of the dry tribes themselves, it is not good to enslave them, and Shao Xuan does not know how many of the dry tribes are now turned into puppets.

With every word Shao Xuan said, the bravery of his body was enhanced. The air seemed to be filled with sticky blood, which shook up the secret outdoors and alerted him in case the people inside suddenly burst into attack.

If you don't believe me, I have a solution, but I don't know how successful this is, because I'm not sure it's going to happen.

“How long?” Ganche asked. If he has to wait too long, he leaves immediately to explore the desert.

“Soon, if it can happen, it will depend on these days.” Shao Xuando.

Ganche did not leave, he stayed in this secret room. He will continue to wait here as Shao Xuan said until what Shao Xuan said happened.

Seeing Shao Xuan come out of the secret room, Xuanluo hurried forward and asked: “Does he really remember? ”

“Looks like it. ”

“Was it just when I woke up, my head wasn't back to normal, and now I'm asleep and it's normal?” Xuanluo guessed, then thought of what Shao Xuan had just said could happen, "How do you need to arrange it? Send more men? ”

“No, as always, it's too deliberate to be good. ”

“Yeah. So what did he eat?” Recruitment comes to mind.

“Send him a bottle of blood, he's reasoned, and he won't hit us until he knows what's going on. But just in case, be careful, if I'm free, I'll do it. ”

“Don't worry, just look over there.” Zhengluo pointed to the direction of the flaming horn headquarters, and he wanted to get his own crystal gold machine early, “Here I am, if the situation is different, I will come to you. ”

Shao Xuan told Xuan Luo and Dokan again that he had to arrange a few things before leaving the trading area to head over to the headquarters. The crystal gold machine has begun to be built. They are not yet comfortable with it. Shao Xuan has to go and stare.

Two days later.

At night, a shadow runs along empty trading areas, like ghosts at night. His breath was also very well hidden, and when he ran, he was stacked with the sound of a gust of wind, which was hard to spot, at least not in the house he passed by.

The shadow approached the Flame River Castle and found a guard to leave the void, like a gecko, climbing up against a stone wall.

“Hey, what are you doing there?” Several Horn Warriors took the water moonstone and asked those who squatted on the ground not far away against the walls of the fortress.

“My stomach hurts and I haven't followed them on patrol for a while.” Standing up, wearing styles and ornaments resemble those patrolling the Flame River Castle, and that face is one of those patrolling here.

“Serious?” One asked with interest.

“It's not serious, just take a break. ”

Not far away a few Horn Warriors laughed, “What have you been eating? Or is that an excuse to be lazy? Don't get caught by Elder Luo. ”

“Hey, I know!” The man standing by the wall waves, "you too hurry up and patrol, don't be lazy. ”

“Hey yo, say us again?!” The Horn Warriors laughed and left.

When those Horn Warriors left, the laughter on the face against the wall and the face that was slightly moved by the pain gradually became mockery.

The Flaming Horn's guards are nothing more than that!

Dive into the Flaming River Castle, retract into a dark corner, and no guard on patrol can spot him, nor will anyone pass by at this time.

He pulled out a wooden circular box, twisted the lid open and contained a brown and yellow worm with a long nail cap.

The man looked at the worm in the box and wriggled against the wall of the box until it stopped at one point and hit the box wall with his head.

See, the man covered the lid and sneaked in the direction indicated by the worm. Avoid the flaming horns at night, walk and stop, then look at the worm's orientation and find the approximate location of the entrance to the underground secret room.

Someone moves around, the person waits, the hands behind his back tremble slightly, like thin slices of cicada wings pop up, that shape is like the claws of a crushed beast.

The two Horn men who were about to be guarded killed first heard footsteps and he had to wait first.

“Hey, you two, the boss wants you to come over.” Someone shouted in the aisle where the entrance was.

“What is it?” the two doubted.

“I don't know. The boss said he had something to tell you. It must be about that weirdo. Go back. ”

The three of them said to leave, waiting for the sound of footsteps to go away, the hidden talent came out, and with his vast experience, it was easy to find the exact location of the entrance.

Carefully pulled open the tablet at the entrance, and he whispered in his heart that the Horn Man had placed such a heavy tablet here.

After diving into the underground secret room, there was no water moonstone, no light, but there was no one around. Likewise, he did not remove the crystal for illumination and moved forward.

Check it out, make sure there is no one here again, not even breathing and heartbeat, he just pulled out a little bead, and took out the circle box with the worm to see which chamber it was.

Before walking to one of them, he took some effort to pull the stone door open and again scolded the Horn Man on how he liked to use such a heavy stone door.

Finally, he opened his mouth and cautiously sensed, no one, no breathing, no heartbeat, not even a pulse, but here's the target!

Looking inside, it found a long wooden box on the ground, covered with a wooden box cover, looking at the wooden box as described by the employer.

That's it!