Chronicles of Primordial Wars

The cold lights flashed in the woods, golden vessels, people's voices, broken branches, arrows and arrows, mixed in a bloody slaughter.

Shao Xuan raised his hand and rubbed the blood from the splash on his face. He continued to move forward. Suddenly, Shao Xuan paced and the team slowed down.

By a tree not far ahead, Shao Xuan saw Ganche. In fact, along the way, they also saw some people who had been dying on the ground for many years. If you look at the wounds on those people, you can tell who did it. Most of them were killed by hand, and the technique was similar. There were pieces of gray linen fiber between the bushes on the surrounding grass.

There are many wounds on Ganche. If he were an ordinary person, he would have died many times, but Ganche still acted like a normal person. There was no pain on his face. He greeted Shao Xuan calmly when he saw him.

He should have earned a lot last night. Shao Xuan thought.

Without stopping here, Shao Xuan prompted the others to keep up, continue sweeping forward, two teams, split the two sides of the operation, such as the blade on the rotating axis of the meat grinder, from the inside out, to rotate the forest around the Lu tribe once and for all. Gandhi would not join them in the clean-up, after all, this clean-up was supposed to focus on cooperation. Gandhi was simply unable to adapt to the Flaming Horn operation, and he did not want to join, as if there were other objectives. Moreover, in that way, Ganche went towards the target, and Shao Xuan did not have to call him.

After Shao Xuan left with the people, Gansu looked at the sun thrown by the sky. At this time, the sun was no longer that intense and closer to dusk.

Most of the cloaks that Ganche had worn before had been destroyed. They seemed to hang in pieces. Ganche didn't care. He moved his nose slightly, and he could tell from the mixed smells around him that little bit of bloody smell that he was looking for. The source of the smell was the one he was looking for.

Neither does Ganche know why he can accurately distinguish the trace he seeks from all kinds of blood. Perhaps organ changes also cause a change in sense of smell. Moreover, he distinguishes the smell of blood, not through the wind flowing through the air, but from the other smell in the blood that does not drift with the wind. Perhaps it is the smell peculiar to the blood of the man who fused the spark, unlike ordinary beasts. Even when those people are in the downwind, the wind takes away the smell, and Ganche can clearly distinguish it.

After waking up again after a long sleep, he was extremely sensitive to the smell of blood as his body gradually recovered.

There is no blood on the ground, the other side is well covered and the direction of the wind is taken into account, but it is still impossible to escape the gutted nose. Perhaps they do not know that there are other odors in their own blood than their own, which the wind cannot influence.

After a bush about one person tall, one person covered his abdomen, breathing carefully, tense attention to the surrounding situation, eyes full of fear. His strength is near its limit, good thing he is a little far from the Lu tribe here, and the Flaming Horn people should not be here.

They had been operating around the Lou tribe for a long time, and were familiar with the place, and soon after they had fled, they had left the people behind without a trace.

Did you get away with it? His heart was full of regrets. He never expected the five of them to fail one another last night!

He couldn't bear to tremble when he thought of that man. No, it's not human. It's definitely not human! Otherwise, why can't you fight to death?

I'm glad I got away with it, or I'd lose my life just like the four of them.

As he was thinking, he suddenly heard some rapidly approaching rumblings, as if someone were running on the grass.

- Who is it?

He didn't want to run, thought he was looking for a good place to hide for the time being, just keep hiding, so he just twisted his head from the narrow gap between the leaves of the bushes and wanted to see who was coming.

A blue-blue figure appeared in his field of vision, startled to stop breathing, and his blood seemed frozen.

How the hell did this guy get here?

Run!

In my head, I thought so, but my body reacted late.

One arm rushed straight at him like a spear. The next moment, he felt his jaw like a boring hammer. The whole person was provoked high and his face was distorted like a ghost by pain and a broken bone.

After falling to the ground, he wanted to talk, want to answer the question they had ignored before, didn't answer, wanted to let the person let go, but the jaw bone was severely broken, it was difficult to open mouth, let alone say a clear and complete word.

Looking at the person walking one step at a time, he held on to his arm on the ground and tried to escape again, but this time, he had no chance.

One hand pressed his head one step at a time and pressed the person who had already stood up again on the ground.

Boom!

Head hit the ground, grass chips and dirt splashed around under this collision.

People who had been seriously injured could not withstand such a blow, and their heads had been struck with confusion.

Knock!

A broken bone rang out and the person pressed on the ground lost his voice.

Gantche pulls his hand back from the other person's head, and he gets up with a scratch in his eye.

Why do these people look down on the tribesmen? It's not about strength. After all, it's about strength. Gandhi does not understand why these people no longer live in tribal form and then have a high feeling?

While these people did not directly answer the questions asked, their reactions, as well as the language of exports, were somewhat derogatory. Not just these five, but others as well.

These people who come from the sea, speaking of the tribal tone, are unhappy, not in a good mood, and will not lighten their hands.

Weren't these people also tribal? Even though the way of life has changed, words do not carry contempt. Has the spark changed, or have people changed? Ganche held a position and stood there and started thinking.

No, the spark is still the spark of the past, but people have changed. Just like him.

He twisted his fingers and the blood on his hands was a little warmer, much higher than his own. Because Gansu doesn't have a body temperature.

Those who no longer saw the silence of the earth, cut the tree not far in front of them and wanted to walk over, but looked at the sky, or turned to the Lu tribe to walk back. He's hungry.

When he saw the blood, he felt hungry, even thinking about using the blood from the other person first to reduce the feeling of hunger, but this was just a flash of thought in his mind and not really implemented. He is temporarily not interested in drinking human blood.

After Ganche left, where he had just looked, several shadows came out of the bush, all pale and frightened.

They came from a medium-sized tribe in the middle, and after fusing the sparks, the people in the tribe were like wild horses, unconstrained, and the ideas in their hearts began to rise. After hearing about the situation on the Lu tribe's side, he came to take advantage of the cheap. Who knows, the cheap did not take advantage, almost lost his life.

They did not come out when Shao Xuan shouted in the morning, but only escaped after hearing the frightening noise of the Flaming Horn people along the way. They thought they had left the scope of the warning. They had just heard the noise on this side. They were going to come and see if they could pick up a leak, who knew how to meet such a horrible person!

They believe that the man who just found them definitely ignored them for some reason.

At this point, they feel incredibly lucky.

When dusk fell, two teams of flaming horns in the woods came out bloody dirty.

Without stopping to kill for half a day, the strength and brain drain were too great, nerves were tight, completely at the peak of hunting in the mountain forest, the whole person was like trying to ignite, now it's over, and it's not completely calm. However, although the emotions are still high, physical exhaustion is inevitable, and even the iron body is tired, they are not keen, and so far, almost.

But even if they were tired, the intense killing and bloody smell couldn't stop, every pore still erupted in a frivolous manner, and made them look like fierce beasts, making people feel cold in the back at a glance. Even those who are accustomed to life and death are inevitable at this time.

Waiting for the Lu tribes there to see the Horn people to come and make way, the distance from the team more than five steps will also be tense.

After coming out of the woods, the people on the team felt much more relaxed and joked on their shoulders, as they did after hunting. The wounded have been sent to the Lu tribe for treatment. The drugs are on their own, and the drugs in the Lu tribe are not better than those carried by the Flamingos themselves.

Baixing was about to go forward and talk to Shao Xuan. He looked across the flaming horn team and looked behind the team. “Huh, who is that? ”

Shao Xuan turned his head and laughed. “It's Ganche, the one who was with us before, wearing a cloak. ”

The Lu tribe was surprised to hear that the man who was stabbed with a sword was perfectly fine?

Yesterday because Ganche was dressed in a cape, wearing a hood, couldn't see clearly, and Ganche wasn't here last night, so they didn't know what Ganche looked like, now there was no cloak covering, and they saw clearly. But when they saw it clearly, they were even more frightened.

Ganche's original appearance, apart from being a little lighter than normal human skin tone, has nothing special about it. But now, when Gantche came out of the woods, the wounds were also exposed to the public's eyes.

Ganche doesn't look strong, at least there are flaming horns to compare, Ganche looks “thin”, the cloak because the fighting in the woods becomes broken and can't cover the wounds on his body. At this time, there are countless vertical and staggered wounds on Gansu's body. There are many necks and even faces on the back and back of the chest. The wounds have healed. Some only have scars, varying lengths and lengths. They are dense and numb. They are eye-catching!

Some admire the fact that he was wounded like this, indeed a warrior, such a horrible wound that one could imagine the danger he faced in the woods. But there are also people who see something else, just because they see it, they become more shocked, look at the keen eyes, three admirations, seven recklessness.

More than half of those wounds are life-and-death crises on normal people, and they are fortunate to be alive. But there's also a part of the wound, which is really fatal, like the most obvious part of the heart, the neck, and some other places, just looking at the wounds, you can roughly deduce the depth of the wound, the cuts, the stab wounds, and so on, and put it on a normal person and it's long dead, but it's still the same as yesterday, nothing at all, it's calm on the face, and the walking distance can't see the wound.

Seung-goo looked at Ganche and wondered, this man is more dangerous than the Horn Man. Where did the Horn Man find such a man?

Why did this guy go to Horn of Fire?

“Elder Shao Xuan, people in the woods...” asked Baixing.

“This neighborhood should be fine, unless someone's hiding it and we haven't found it.” Shao Xuan looked at the woods around his eyes, and a group of rotten birds had begun to move in the woods.

“Thanks!” Baixing solemnly said, "The promised reward will be delivered tomorrow after the count is made tonight. ”

“Mm-hmm.” The deal is still to be collected. Think of something, Shao Xuando. “We'll leave when you've counted the breeding animals. ”

He was silent when he heard the action of Baixing.

“What we have to do, we will not stay here forever, how you decide, we will not interfere. However, these two days are the best time to merge a spark if you have a migratory mind and want to merge it. ”

The surrounding threats have been cleaned up, and others who are hiding will not be here for a short time. This is a good opportunity, and if this opportunity is missed, it will be rare next time. Do not disturb the surroundings too much when fusing sparks.

“I understand.” Bai Xing bites his teeth, his heart has made a decision.

Looking at Baixing's heavy footsteps but determined to leave, Shao Xuan asked broadly: “Will the Lu tribes merge the sparks? ”

“Yes, but I don't know where to migrate, and I won't stay here any longer.” This is speculated from what Shao Xuan heard from some members of the Lu tribe.

Thousand-faced tribes are still waiting to show that there is no unity of opinion within the Rwandan tribes themselves.

“This is not good.” Broad eyebrows are locked, he does not like the nature of the Rwandan tribe, nor does he expect the Rwandan tribe to migrate to the flame river.

“Then it depends on their performance.” After this incident, if the problem cannot be found, the Lu tribe will survive this time, not necessarily the next time, even if it merges the sparks.

He went to see the wounded again, and assigned the task of guarding the night in turn. Shao Xuan asked Ah Guang to take the crane to the beast circle to guard it. Although he cleaned up a group of people in the woods, he was not sure if anyone would dare to come and steal birds.

This evening, the Flaming Horns slept well, but the Thousand Faces and the Lu were severely insomniac.