Chronicles of Primordial Wars

The arrival of the Flaming Horn Tribe has reduced the pressure on the originally nervous and worried members of the Empress Tribe. At least in the upcoming war, he is not alone in the war, and he has a helper, and his heart is more at ease.

After the two leaders communicated, they began to build a house in a place with fewer pools. After all, not everyone likes to live on a pool. This point was considered a lot, and after discussing with Ao, the area was demarcated.

There was a slight deviation from the habitation area of ​​the Mozambique tribe. Usually, except for the patrolling team, no one would go there, but this was favored by Ao.

Even if the two tribes cooperate, they are guarded against each other, and they are not familiar enough to be undefended. Besides, that place was relatively close to the tributary where they docked their ships.

It can not only solve the housing problem, but also maintain a satisfactory distance for both parties. Naturally, there is no objection.

With the help of the Mok tribe, the construction efficiency was naturally fast. The next day, there were many more houses in the area full of weeds and woods. The house is relatively simple, but it doesn't matter, the people of the Yanjiao tribe don't care, and they don't live here all the time.

The old people, women and children are still placed on the boat. The boat is relatively safe. When someone invades, the people of the Yanjiao tribe do their best to prevent the invaders from getting on the boat.

"Shao Xuan!"

Shao Xuan was taking care of the trees and grasses around the newly built temporary residence, and laying some early warning traps here. When he heard someone calling his name, he looked up.

After not seeing him for two years, Shen Jia has obviously grown a lot taller, but there is a scar on his face, like a knife wound.

"What's the matter?" Shao Xuan pointed to the scar on Shen Jia's face.

"This?" Shen Jia smiled, very proud, "It was left over during the Water Moon Festival last year."

Every year the Shuiyue Festival has a lot of troubles in the Zan tribe. Last year, Shen Jia participated in the defense battle. He suffered a little injury, and the scar on his face was left at that time.

Laughing and smiling, Shen Jia became depressed again: "My grandfather won't let me participate in the war this year. I have to secretly sharpen my knives."

Because of the news they got, the people of the Enlightenment tribe sounded the highest alarm. Unless there is a last resort, these young children will not be allowed to join. If there is any accident among the soldiers participating in the war, these young people in the growing stage are the hope of the tribe in the future.

Seeing Shao Xuan, Shen Jia was very happy, blah blah blah, he told Shao Xuan what happened in the past two years, especially his heroic battle last year.

Young warriors are always happy to share their triumphs with others.

After finishing speaking, Shen Jia looked around. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he asked in a low voice, "Shao Xuan, do people in your tribe usually dress like this?" Shen Jia gestured on his head, neck, and body.

"No, I only dress up like this on important days," Shao Xuan said.

So, the Yanjiao tribe still attaches great importance to its own tribe? Shen Jia was very happy, and he decided to go back and tell everyone about this discovery.

"By the way, Shao Xuan, where's your animal skin coat?" Shen Jia looked into the room. When he saw the people of the Yanjiao Tribe before, his eyes never looked at the unnamed animal skins and various decorations on the people of the Yanjiao tribe, as well as those big teeth. See his eyes are straight!

However, Shen Jia was not familiar with the rest of the Yanjiao tribe, so he could only come to Shao Xuan. If I want to see the clothes in the style of the Yanjiao tribe, I can brag about it when I go back.

"The only one I brought here is in the wooden box inside, and the rest are on the boat." Shao Xuan pointed to the right wooden box in the corner.

This is what Lao Ke asked Caesar to send over early this morning, two boxes, one contains daily necessities and clothes, and the other is the larger Thorn Heifeng clothes, Lao Ke is worried that Shao Xuan has nothing." Show off".

"Can I take a look?" Shen Jia asked expectantly.

"Can."

Shen Jiale ran to the wooden box and opened it.

"Oh—" Shen Jia touched the often spiked clothes with a rare touch. Except for crocodiles. They have seen some beasts before, but they have never seen such a beast with many long thorns.

When Shen Jia looked at the thorn-thorn black wind beast fur with shining eyes. Shao Xuan also asked about the upcoming war.

Don't underestimate what this group of rebellious kids is usually worried about, what they have learned. Not necessarily less than adults, Shen Jia and his group of children are very closely related to each other.

"In addition to the Yi tribe, there is probably the Eighth tribe, which is also a very dangerous tribe." Shen Jia said.

"Fight the tribe?"

"Well, a friend of mine overheard it. It's just that the tribe is close to the middle and rarely comes here. It will probably come this time, I'm not sure." Shen Jia told Shao Xuan all the information he had inquired.

As Shao Xuan listened, he changed the orientation of a thin thread he was holding in his hand, thinking to himself: It seems that many people will come here to grab the Shuiyueshi this time, and they are all ruthless characters. , Maybe there are people in the middle.

It's no wonder that the people in the former tribe were so desperate.

The Flaming Horn Tribe must be more cautious.

At night, there were eight fighters in the same room as Shao Xuan, including Nii Ni and Tuo, who were all acquaintances.

As the night got darker, there was no fire everywhere in the Mo tribe, and the Yanjiao tribe also rested early. There was no fire around, only the moonlight shone down.

In the middle of the night, I was awakened by the urine, and I got up in a daze and went out to drain the water.

Not long after nibbling out, a faint humming sound rang out.

Shao Xuan abruptly opened his eyes, and carefully identified the approximate orientation of the silk thread. Shao Xuan took out his leather whistle and blew it a few times, which sounded like the sound of insects at night.

The man who was walking from his residence into the woods in a daze, yawned, and continued to walk forward. However, after stretching, his hand was placed on the handle of the knife at his waist.

The habit of hunting, outside, no matter where, no matter what you do, the knife will not leave your body.

It was the first time I came to such a strange tribe, so I had to be more careful.

Except when everyone dressed up on the first day, they all changed back to their original clothes on the second day, which was convenient for work.

At this time, most of the people of the Yanjiao tribe wore sleeveless fur coats. On the strong arm exposed outside, the muscles are like hard rocks, and the meridians on the arm are beating. The sturdy figure looks like a wall, and it is solid enough. At first glance, it really looks like a person from the Mo tribe.

Swish, swish, swish, step by step into the depths of the woods.

As he was walking, Ni Ni suddenly adjusted the power of the totem in his body to the limit, the momentum around his body rose in an instant, and the flame-like lines on his exposed arms were clearly visible.

The feet slammed to the ground, the mud and grass splashed, and the nibbling figure rushed in one direction like a bullet.

been discovered! ?

People in the grass don't know why they, who are good at hiding, are discovered so quickly.

When did the people of the Enlightenment tribe become so keen?

The person hiding in the grass never expected that the sleepy-looking guy would suddenly attack. Moreover, the direction was straight towards him, the speed was extremely fast, and he didn't have much time to react at all.

This kind of offensive, but some people like the tribe, broke out in an instant, biting the prey tightly.

The people in the grass were also quick to react. They hurriedly took a step, and their bodies suddenly retreated a few meters. Their actions were not as violent as nibbling, but they were also very fast. In one direction, the whole person is like a ghost at night, erratic.

He thought that after escaping the first moment of eruption, he would get rid of the opponent's bite, but soon, he found that it was useless!

That wall-like figure has been chasing after him, becoming more and more flexible, and his speed is no less than his!

how is this possible? !

Those who dodged were horrified.

Doesn't it mean that, facing the people of the Empress Tribe, as long as they dodge the initial explosive attack, they can get rid of their chase?

But what's going on now? !

The two sides got closer and closer, and the stone knives with the temperature of the night wind flickered, mixed with cold killing intent.

The man only felt a gust of wind blowing, and his sensitive nose was full of fierce blood, not like human blood, but more like other more dangerous things.

Despair flashed in the man's eyes, his body was cold, his legs seemed to be frozen, and his movements were sluggish for a moment. He could hear his heart beating like a drum of thunder.

Where the woods are sparse, the moonlight casts, and the face of nibbling becomes clear.

Seeing his face, the pupils in the man's eyes shrank.

Do not!

no!

This is not the people of the Aboriginal tribe!

Who is this? !

Before he lost consciousness, he could only see the shadow of the knife coming over, and the flame-like lines under the moonlight. (To be continued)

ps: The state is not very good. I will update it tonight and make up for it tomorrow. We will start the war tomorrow, brewing for a while.