Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Ejia Mansion, a heavily guarded compound.

The atmosphere of repression is getting heavier and heavier. The people who can't calm down are so agitated that they can walk around in the same place, they don't dare to make a sound, they are afraid to affect the people in the courtyard.

The broken bone in front of Yi Yi had sinked their hearts, then no second bone was broken, which relieved the surrounding people's hearts slightly, but waited and waited. The day passed. Although the wind and rain in the courtyard were undisturbed due to the totem appearing in the courtyard, for a long time, many people could no longer maintain their original calm, not physical suffering, but psychological oppression. Some people want to stay here, but unfortunately wait and go. Instead, they make themselves unusually tired and their feet float, like they haven't eaten or slept well for many days.

Such people are not a minority, and even some of them faint when they stand guard, mental and psychological stress, even if they do not do other physically demanding things, is not uncomfortable, not to mention that these days have been going on for a long time.

“No movement is good news.” Some people think. At the very least, there has been no fragmentation of the bones or stones, so it seems that the war situation there should be fairly stable.

“Don't let anything happen, or Yi Jia will be in turmoil.” The people who guarded the vicinity of the three Yiyi people were anxious. Since the closure of the Yijia door until now, there have been constant inquiries. There are people from the other five tribes of Wangcheng, as well as people from other places, although those people look to be worried for the Yijia, in fact, they feel bad. If any crisis occurs in the Yijia, those people will enter in vain.

Friendship?

In front of the interests, the six major tribes of Wang Cheng never talk about compassion. If there is an internal crisis in one of the other tribes, they will also attack Yijia, so what will happen, they, as the good guys, understand better.

On that day, after a brief break, the people returned to the compound.

“You go back and rest, and we'll be there.” The leader said to those in front.

Now there are two shifts of guards taking turns, changing to rest.

A man sitting in front of him on a leather cushion, not far from easy, with thick dark circles, agnostic eyes, slightly messy hair, and some mud stars on his clothes sometime before, it was impossible to show up in the past, but now everyone is used to it and nobody cares about it.

The two shifts were about to alternate. The person who rose from the leather cushion smacked some acid and stiff legs, and was about to say something, suddenly shook himself violently and looked at the crowd.

In the courtyard, the tortoise shell held by Yixian's hand emitted a shining light. The bones in the tortoise shell jumped quickly. The atmosphere in the large courtyard was stagnant. Everyone stared dead at the tortoise shell on Yixian's hand, as if they dared not believe it.

What changes like tortoise shells mean is, naturally, clear in their hearts.

“I can't believe I even used my ancestors' artifact! ”

“Is that easy? Is it really that good? ”

“I don't know what the situation is at this time. ”

Many people whisper, no matter how comforting their mouths may be, but there is only one thought in their hearts - it's dangerous!

What serious situation does it have to be to force one to take out the artifact left behind by one of his ancestors?

See, the people who were supposed to take turns to rest, do not leave, go back to sit and continue to observe, at this time, where do they have the mind to eat? I can't sleep at all!

Thus, after a day, the people in the courtyard are even more depressed, the guards outside the building are equally unstable, people are frightened, and some people have given birth to other thoughts.

After a while, the weather grew warmer, and the people who were guarding the yard felt a cold attack from the bones, even though they were sweating from anxiety.

Something's wrong! Looking at the look of the totem array, there seems to be something holding it back, so much so that it gives a feeling of being unsupported.

Suddenly, the totem in the yard became brighter, and the fluctuations in the power belonging to the totem became more obvious and more volatile, as if a hammer was pounding on top of it.

“What's the matter? What's going on?! ”

They do not know the specifics and can only rush. Less often than not, just listen to the crisp sound of a "click”, the sound is not loud, but it's like breaking their nerves.

The people in the courtyard, their eyes stared straight at the turtle shell in Yi Yi's hand, their eyes were all staring out, their faces were pale, their foreheads were dropping large drops of sweat and they couldn't even scrub, they were all like petrochemical, staring closely at the turtle shell.

“No… impossible! Impossible!”

The closest person to Yi Yi stared at the tortoise shell, his lips trembled, and the tone of the utterance was sharp with stinging ears.

Only the tortoise shell on Ezhu's hand, on the hardest back armor, even the sharpest sword of the Jiangjia family is difficult to leave traces on it, hard born broke a crack!

Soon, they didn't have time to stare at Turtle Armor because the totem flashes harder in the compound, and even the shape doesn't hold, which is a trend to break the line!

Woo--

The almost enclosed totem burst after a rush of flashes, and the sparkling flames quickly crossed the night sky like meteors, extinguishing.

The people in the courtyard shouted for a moment, and the people close to Yiyi walked forward, holding on to Yiyi, who had broken away from his previous state. Before he could ask, he saw Yiyi's blood gushing out and shouted: “The Horn Man! ”

After roaring, he turned his eyes and fainted.

The other two elderly people on the side of Yi Yi are not in a coma, but the situation is not much better. Their faces are invisible. They look older and harder to open their eyes. Their hands are constantly shaking like bark. If they were not held by someone, they would not even be able to maintain their seating position and fall directly on the ground.

Behind the three of them, in the Battle of the Hundreds, there were also many people who had passed out with seven tricks, and the wounds were difficult to judge, but everyone who saw such a situation knew in their hearts that, in this battle, they lost and lost miserably!

Ejia, I'm afraid there will be a great turmoil!

As for what Yixiang said before he passed out, some people figured it out, didn't they fight Yixiang? Why would Easy mention the Horn Man? And the first sentence refers to the Flaming Horn Man, not even Yixiang can mention it.

Flaming Horn?

Why the hell did you get involved with the Horn Man?

The Yi family turned on their horses for a while, while in Wang Cheng, people from several other tribes who had been watching the Yi family's movements were also informed, and they began to move silly everywhere.

Far from the Imperial City, on another continent, at the foot of a mountain range near Eagle Mountain.

Shao Xuan opened his eyes violently and breathed heavily for a few breaths. The feeling of dizziness and fainting only slightly faded. His whole body muscles were still trembling. That feeling of overload still persisted, and his clothes were all sweaty.

He hurried over when he heard the movement and called a few times.

“No... nothing.” Shao Xuan waved his hands powerlessly and lifted his arms with great difficulty.

After a while, Shao Xuan felt a little recovered and slowly stood up. That's when he realized that where he was sitting, there was a cross crossed double "industrial” print, like traces of the rocks on the ground being burned.

After thinking about it, Shao Xuan didn't understand why this happened. The grunting of his stomach made Shao Xuan feel strongly hungry. He got up and walked in the direction of the woods, intending to find something to eat first.

After walking a few steps, Shao Xuan sensed the movement on the side of Yi Xuan. He looked at the past and saw Yi Xuan's eyes blushing.

“You!” Yi trembled, pointing his finger at Shao Xuan, just said one word, sprayed a few more breaths of blood, his arm fell and passed out.