Chronicles of Primordial Wars

After the tribe and the Thunder Mountain tribe, tribes came every day for several days.

21, 22…

25, 26……

It was not until 30 tribes that no one arrived in the middle of the day.

Thirty-seven days have passed since the order was issued until the arrival of the thirtieth tribe.

“Looks like the rally is ready to begin.” Xuanluo stood on the roof of the Yanhe building and looked at the people walking in the trading area, before he told Shao Xuan that there was enough room in the trading area, but now it seems that it is not enough.

It was also the first time that a summons order had been issued, and many tribes were still in a state of observation, only people had been sent into the trading area to observe the movement, and were not planning to come, but in another year or two, that would be incorrect.

There's not enough room in the trading area.

Thirty tribes, already settled in 30 houses delineated in the trading zone, occasionally experience friction, except that the trading zone has rules, and joining the big alliance presupposes observing the new order. If war starts in the trading zone, then sorry, but a patrol in the trading zone at Horn will forcefully throw people out.

After consultation, Flaming Horn decided to convene a rally at Flaming River Castle on the fortieth day of the order.

And just three days before the meeting, two more tribes arrived in the trading area, too far away, and had never walked that far, delaying the journey a little longer.

Woo--

A long trumpet sounds in the trading area, not the trumpet sounds at the Beasthead Gate. In contrast, the trumpet sounds higher and longer at this time.

This is the horn from the roof of the Flame River building, telling everyone that the rally is about to begin.

In an area of the trading area, this area had been cleared long before a summons order had been issued, dedicated to the resettlement of the tribesmen who had been summoned. At this point, after the trumpet, in a courtyard, the people connected almost blocked the streets.

The pattern of the garments varies, and the high, fat, and thin teams all have significant differences, and in the various characteristic shouts of drinking, they begin to gather.

“Let's go!” The chief of the Thunder Mountain tribe looked over to the Yanhe building and turned back and yelled loudly into the courtyard.

They've figured out the way of life and the rules here for a few days, so long as they follow the rules, there's no big problem.

People and things here have hit them hard, and everything in the trading area is telling them that Flaming Horn people live excellent lives, without talking about strength, and that material life alone will far outweigh them, will not starve, will not freeze.

After finishing up the bone decorations on the body, these stringed bone decorations, some of which are beast teeth, beast claws, some of which are a strangely shaped piece of bone polished, it can be said that these bone decorations are the medals of the wearer. Prior to coming here, the cottage was very confident that he could truly enter the trading area, and he really felt the gap when he saw the popular stalls trading beast meat, beast bones and so on.

Even if the village has confidence in its own strength and in the people of its own tribe, after all, the beast cannot be compared to the beast, and if possible, they will try to hunt more beasts. It's always shameful to look at the teeth worn by the Horned Man and look at the teeth on his body.

And when they came to the Veterinary Gate, this sense of shame was even worse, and the villagers were reluctant to throw away all the bone accessories on them. Although the day after he arrived in the trading area, he had seen the teeth of the Veterinary Gate, but it was not so embarrassing at this time. In the tribal team in the front and rear, there seemed to be a lot of gaze on him, and he could feel it without looking at the cottage. My heart is upset, but it still looks serious.

Take a deep breath and make a decision in your heart.

Behind the camp, the other Thunder Mountain tribesmen who followed the camp stood by the Veterinary Gate at Flame River Castle for a few seconds, and if there were not others behind them, they would go and take a closer look at the giant teeth and even want to touch them with their hands.

It is not mere jealousy or envy, but a desire for power.

More than thirty tribes, after the horn sounded, went to the flame river, and some tribes almost fought along the way, for the sake of sequence, you can't do it here on a massive scale, then cheer! If you lose, get behind me!

This competition angle is irrelevant.

So, those who fought hard and strong won priority, such as the Thunder Mountain tribe, the tribe, the Waterfog tribe, etc. And those who are more afraid of things are naturally squeezed backwards, such as the tribe, the bamboo tribe, etc.

Travelers in the trading area climbed to the roof one by one, stretched their necks and looked over there, watched these teams go to Flame River Castle, they all wanted to follow in, and some people really wanted to get in before they got close to Flame River Castle, so they were found by several tribes, beaten directly in the middle, if they weren't worried about violating the rules in Flame River Castle, they would have killed people directly. However, the person who wanted to mix it up, even if he didn't die, was beaten half to death and thrown out like a sandbag.

When the last tribe entered the Flaming River Castle, the thick stone door at the Veterinary Gate rubbed off the sound of a bombardment from the ground, and then a bang closed and cut off the sight of the outsiders.

Flame River Castle is the tallest building in the Flame River trading area, so those who want to stand on the roof and watch can only give up.

How many of the 32 tribal leaders in power or witches brought, and much more, could not all be brought into Flame River Castle, which, after all, had limited space.

So, with the exception of the people who followed them, the rest were all guarded in the Flame River Castle. So, when the Veterinary Gate closed, the tribes who did not follow them, except those guarding the Flame Horn outside the Flame River Castle, were guarded spontaneously. One tribe was responsible for one direction, and several tribes seemed to have negotiated one direction, one distance apart from the other, and each guarded its own place. Others saw it, followed it, and eventually formed a circle that surrounded the Flame River Castle and kept people in the trading area from watching the bustle.

This way, people who watch the fun don't like it. Nima, how can we eavesdrop so far away?

Curiosity in my heart is like cat paws scratching a little, itchy, but they can't help it, they're not part of the Great Alliance of Flame River Basins.

By the time the people outside were discussing it, thirty-two areas had been divided within the Flame River Castle, except that the seating slots were arbitrary, and Flame Horn only ensured that every tribe had a place to sit.

Apart from the Kui, Rain, Thai and tribes, all have to find their own place.

It was squeezed behind the team before entering the Veterinary Gate The tribe stood up straight at this time, and look, they the tribe had already set a good spot, unlike other tribes, they had to find their own place. It was really good to hug their thighs in advance and enjoy some convenience.

Return and conscript the tribes they see coming in, some of whom have begun to collaborate and become small groups, while others remain solitary, giving them a general idea of what they are doing. Those who fight better, those who are more conservative and those who are smoother can see one or two of them.

Everyone who enters the arena finds a place and looks at all kinds of people in the arena with emotion.

“This is the Great Alliance? ”

“So many tribes! ”

They initially guarded against the horns, fearing that they would be trapped here, but they saw so many tribes coming, and some of the tribes they knew, and gradually, that fear dissipated, replacing it with an expectation.

So many tribes, really want to unite?

If that were the case, it would indeed be good for all of us.

In emotion, some people wrote down the tribes they saw, and soon they realized that there were 32 places, one empty!

“Didn't you say there were 32? ”

“Yeah, I remember we were the last, and I counted on the tablet, and we were the last.” Bamboo speaks to tribal people.

“What about another tribe? There are only thirty-one in the field except for the flaming horns.” Someone counted the tribes on the field again, yes, thirty-one, one missing!

Are you leaving again? Someone's thinking.

In the discourse, there are those who look at the first Flaming Horn leader.

Going back and looking at the end of the empty place, he frowned and asked alongside him, "Who else? ”

After asking, he suddenly remembered, “Who's there yet? ”

Xuan Luo: “… forget to sleep? ”

“Doesn't he need to sleep? ”

“Think about it and forget it.” The conscription intends to send someone to find Ganche.

Had he not seen it on the list in advance, he would have forgotten so many people. All these days he's been thinking about the tribes he's called in, ignoring this dangerous figure under his nose. And he had no idea that Gantche would actually stand alone on behalf of the entire tribe.

As he was saying, a figure came out of one of the doors of the Flaming River Castle, because during the day, Ganche was wearing a cape and a hood that covered almost half his face.

“Well, here comes the last tribe.” Going back and looking this way, Ganche said.

“The last tribe? Where is it?” Someone looked around.

“I don't see it. There's no one there. ”

“Hey, isn't that the guy?” Someone pointed to Ganche coming this way.

“Alone?! ”

In confusion, he walked in and cut out his voice: "The arid tribe has come to summon. ”

Boom...

Those present, regardless of the happiness and anger that was caused by the position grabbing, are now surprised by the words.

“Dry tribe? Never heard of it. ”

“Alone?! He came alone! ”

“Aren't they all chiefs or witches? He's the head of the Dry Tribes? ”

Ganche looked at the one with the loudest yell, and there was a man shouting, "What are you doing here alone? Your tribe is deserted? ”

Walking that way, Ganche stopped five meters away in front of each other, seemingly slightly sagging his calm gaze, looking at the person sitting on the leather cushion, almost word for word, "Our tribe, it's just me, you, have a problem? ”

The leader of the Waterfox tribe was laughing with ridicule, saying that the Dry tribe was empty, and saw Gansu come, and that he felt himself provoked. His original smile sank immediately, and he stood up and took a step forward, looking at Gansu with a lower head than himself, and a beast breathing in his throat, "Are you talking to me? ”

Instead of answering each other's questions, he repeated what he had just said again, even with the same tone, without raising it up or lowering it.

“You, have a problem? ”

This attitude, which makes the leader of the SWAT tribe angry, is a disdain!

Twice, the head blue-muscle burst, the head of the Waterfowl tribe took a deep breath, chest swelled by this deep breath, eyes suddenly opened, circular pupils in eyes instantly contracted several times, back and shoulder muscles rapidly raised, skin tightened, highlighting strong solid muscles, arms with wind pulled apart to both sides, finger bones clattering, green patches all over the body.

Once again, the inflatable thickened leg took a step forward, and the moment the foot and the ground came into contact, it sounded boring, but it didn't seem like it was just brute force. The whole person was like a speedy tiger, sweeping past, the next moment appeared in front of Ganche, and the distance between the two was drawn directly from five meters to one step!

His eyes swelled and his breath pounded straight down his throat.

Hoo--

Tiger-like roars rushed out of each other's throats, sonic waves crashed directly into the gaunches standing in front of him, and those around him were affected, and their clothes were blown to pieces.

However, the hoods and capes worn by Ganche moved only slightly, not to mention that the capes were blown up and even the caps were not lifted.

Again, the head of the Waterfog tribe shouted two times, one more powerful than the other, the eardrums were shattered, and everyone else around him was shaken away with their ears covered.

However, after three roars, even the more dull people realized something was wrong.

The cape on Gansuchi's body, the hood on his head, is like being sucked into prison!

Others on the field look this way, some are measuring, some are thinking, some are purely for fun.

The silence surrounded only allowed the head of the Waterfog tribe to breathe heavily.

Feel the power of the totem in your body running wildly because of the three roars just now. The head of the water tiger stared dead at the Ganche still standing there, wondering if you want to roar a few more.

“Are you done?” Ganche raised her head slightly and asked calmly, as if the other party's roar had just been a joke, unaffected.

The head of the Waterfog tribe could not think about it. The next moment, he saw the sweet cut eyes turn red, the slightly pale face not covered by a hood was covered by dense lines, his feet were still motionless, his body leaned forward, the skeleton on his back made a series of bursts, his naturally drooping arms violently shook, five long black brown sharp paws like a knife at the front end of his fingers, the cloak hunting sounded, the hood was lifted, white hair like fur exploded by an angry beast, in an open mouth, two teeth stretched, and a long whistle burst in his throat.

If the roar of the water tiger tribe leader just now is only the roar of the tiger in the mountain forest, then the long whistle of Gansu at this time is the burst between heaven and earth, like a storm and snow, like a tsunami landslide, even bigger, powerful oppression is choking! The surrounding air is distorted by this long whistle.

Shh...

Not far away, the stone table was driven by the air curls.

Boom!

The crockery on the table was shaken.

Click--

Where Ganche is located, the ground collapses into cracks and countless small pieces break apart.

Faced at close range with the head of the gangbang tribe, it felt like an ancient beast who had just woken up looked down at himself cold, giving him the urge to turn around and flee, and the whole person was blown back. Not that he wanted to go backwards himself, he had tried to pin himself there, his legs stepped out of two deep pits on the ground, but he was still pushed back hard! The atmosphere that surrounded him broke apart instantly in the midst of a long gushing whistle!

The head of the Waterfowl tribe just now growled three times, the first nearly ten seconds, the longest third has a time of about twenty seconds, for those who like to roar the Waterfowl tribe, to reach such a level of roar, ten seconds is already quite long, twenty seconds such a level of roar, one of the best in the Waterfowl tribe.

Even then, the water tiger tribes were proud of themselves. They have been practicing roaring since they have not awakened the power of totem. Roaring is also a kind of gladiator. The lung capacity of each of them is amazing, and they have long wanted to show it here.

But the reality of hitting the face so fast, some people roar more than they do!

By the time the gutted wave lasted for more than twenty seconds, the people of the Waterfowl tribe had been shocked, and by the time it lasted for more than thirty seconds, the people of the Waterfowl tribe had started to look straight, but at this time, the gutted still had no intention of stopping.

He's still on!

Forty seconds, fifty seconds...

It wasn't until almost a minute before Ganche stopped, and there was no asthma, no disturbance in breathing... No!

In a great shock, I went back a little bit to the Water Tiger tribesman of God and looked at him and looked at him.

This man... doesn't seem to be breathing, he doesn't even have ups and downs in his chest!

For a while, the people of the Waterfowl tribe were frozen and their eyes stalled.

Ganche's bloody eyes looked over at the head of the SWAT tribe, who had been shaken back a few steps, and saw the head of the SWAT tribe and the people behind him trembling in their hearts.

“You, have a problem?” Ganche asked again with a steady voice.

The skin of the head of the water tiger tribe suddenly sucked a few times, and the back of the cold sweat, the blood all frozen, paused, with a somewhat dry voice: “No. ”

Gasping across the head of the Waterfowl tribe, he looked behind him at the people of the Waterfowl tribe, "Do you have a problem? ”

“No!”

“No!”

The water tiger tribes shook their heads hard. Just kidding. The chiefs lost. They didn't have the guts to fight this guy anymore.

Gantche's gaze swept around again, "You guys got a problem with that? ”

“None!”

“No!”

“No problem! ”

The tribe swept by Gancheng hurried to make a statement, even the sting of the tribe felt numb on the scalp and cold neck when it came to the red eyes of Gancheng.

“Who else has a problem? ”

Ganche red eyeballs swept around the field, and everyone who saw them couldn't bear to look away, dared not look at them, even far away, can feel the intense and cold brazenness in those bloody red eyes.

They also found that in the position where Ganche had just stood, the ground was a little yellow and a layer of sand was blown by the wind.

Sand?

There was absolutely nothing there!

The only explanation is that Gandhi caused all this!

Seeing no one speak, Gantche pulled his hood, blocked the sun above his head, and walked towards one place until he came to the side of the Rain Tribe.

The location of the Rain Tribe was well established, and Ganche did not give him a position in advance.

Without looking at the Rain Tribes, Ganche looked over at the Po Tribes sitting next to the Rain Tribes.

“This position, I'll take it.” Still a gentle tone, simple, no bullshit, but stressful.

When he swallowed the pharyngeal spit, the head of the Po tribe turned his head towards the others behind him and nodded like rice pecking at the team members, and stood up and made way.

The other tribes present did not laugh at the concessions of the po tribes, as they did in their place.

Even if it was just a long whistle, they had been made aware of the strong power of the man.

Dry Tribes?

At least they note that there is one tribe, only one person, and the only one, who is terribly powerful! Even give them the feeling that even if we do everything we can, we won't necessarily be able to bring it down!

Horrible!

It's horrible! That's not personal!

Dry Tribe Ganche, they wrote it down!

White and pale, his hands trembling uncontrollably on his side.

That's him, Ganche the Dry Tribe!

The only one alive in the Dry Tribe!

Only one person gave Yang a great sense of crisis, but at the same time, Yang can see that the gaze at them was not as good as he thought, although it was not very good, there was no strong intent to kill, but rather a sense of contempt or even disregard.

Ganche does not look like a rainy tribe today, and feels that the rainy ministry is too weak to be worthy of him at all. And when I sensed this attitude, I was relieved.

Whether it's contempt or disregard, it's just as long as there's no intention of dropping a killer on their rainy tribe. Moreover, since Ganche chose to join the Great Alliance blocked by the Flames, that means that as long as the Great Alliance exists, as long as the Rain Tribes are in the Great Alliance, as long as Ganche does not leave the Great Alliance, they will not.

Thirty-two tribes have arrived, and all are seated.

A hawk flashed through the sky, and a man fell from the sky and landed in the field.

Boom!

There was a muffled sound on the ground.

“Sorry I'm late.” Shao Xuan walked quickly towards the position of the flaming corner ahead.

Shao Xuan was asked to look at the situation because of a problem at the casting room, which they all knew was important, but they would not ignore the situation in the casting room.

“How about that?” he asked quietly.

“It's not a big deal, it's solved.” Shao Xuando.

“That's good. ”

The location of the flaming horn, in front of it, is the three seats facing the thirty-two tribes, namely the current leader of the flaming horn and the witch, and Shao Xuan, the elder.

The three men are all set.

Going back to the thirty-two tribes present, "Well, this rally is officially on! ”