Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Shao Xuan and the others just intend to test the slave owners who are hiding in the Wanshi tribe. If there is a conflict between the slave owners, or disagreements with the Wanshi tribe, it will be a good thing for Yanjiao, as long as the other party does not screw up Forming a rope is beneficial to the flaming horns.

Now there are more than one slave owners in the Wanshi tribe. According to the information, except for the slave owners of Baishi City, who had the closest relationship with the Wanshi tribe, there are more or less people in other cities. several. With such a group of people mixed together, thinking about the temperament of those slave owners, it is difficult to make them unite.

"The leader of Wanshi must be very troubled now," said Dokang.

"No matter what happens to them, no matter what their reaction will be in the end, we will definitely fight this battle!" Tower stared fiercely in the direction of the Wanshi tribe and said.

"That's right, just like what A Xuan said, it's a big deal to plan together." Gui He also said.

Gui He was about to ask Shao Xuan some more things when he saw Shao Xuan staring in one direction. He didn't make a sound, watching what was going on over there.

When Duokang and Ta saw this, they stopped talking. With their abilities, they could naturally sense that something was approaching in the grass under the woods nearby.

However, judging from the movement of the grass and what they felt, the thing that was approaching was not a threatening creature, so they didn't care about it just now.

In the woods on the left side, there was a rustling sound in the dense grass. The sound got closer and closer, and the trembling of the grass poles could be clearly seen.

Through the thick grass, they could see what it was, although only a tiny bit of animal hair could be seen from the narrow gap between the grass.

It was a wild rat commonly seen in the forest. It was small, fast and agile, just because it was too small. One is not a ferocious beast, and the other is not much meat. For this kind of creature living in the lower part of the food chain, unless life is really difficult, generally speaking, except for some traps for trapping mice around the fields. To prevent them from destroying the crops in the fields, the tribesmen despised such guys on weekdays, especially after they came to the old place, life was much better, and now they just skip the sight of wild mice.

The mountain is so big, and there are so many wild mice like this. Seeing such a very ordinary-looking wild mouse here, the three of Duokang didn't care. Just as he was about to look away, he saw Shao Xuanfei quickly pulled out a spearhead dart from under the animal belt tied around his waist, without any pause, his arm swung.

The stone spearhead dart was like a grayish-white cold light, shooting towards that side with a chilling meaning.

puff!

I only heard the sound of a sharp weapon piercing the flesh and nailing it to the ground from the grass, followed by a trace of blood.

Shao Xuan walked over and raised a brown-gray wild rat from the grass that was a circle smaller than his fist.

The wild rat has not died yet. Shao Xuan held the handle of the spearhead dart and looked at the wild mouse who was still struggling on the dart.

A ferocious red light flashed in the wild rat's wide eyes. Then it dimmed, like a layer of gray haze, and the struggling body of the wild mouse stopped moving.

"Why, are you interested in this little thing?" Duokang smiled, "It's not delicious."

However, he saw Shao Xuan frowning and staring at the dead mouse. Duokang smiled, "What's wrong?"

Ta and Guihe also knew that Shao Xuan would not be too busy to hunt a wild mouse that can be seen everywhere in the forest, so they quickly stepped forward and stared at the wild mouse carefully. Nothing strange was found.

"I feel that the breath on it is a bit familiar." Shao Xuan said.

He had never seen this wild rat, but in the moment just now, he suddenly felt that he was being stared at, which is not something that an ordinary wild rat can have.

"Have you seen it before?" Dokang asked. He is not as blind as Guangyi, but he thinks that these little voles are the same as the little voles that he can often see. How did Shao Xuan recognize them? Could it be possible to recognize smells like a beast?

Shao Xuan shook his head, "I haven't seen it before, but the feeling it gives me,

It is very similar to a kind of sand ant that I saw in Beast City in the desert. "

Hearing Shao Xuan mention "Beast City", the three big bosses immediately became serious.

"Slave owner?" Gui He asked.

For the slave owners, they are on guard, especially after hearing about the completely different situation over the sea, the slave owners are more powerful than they thought. Although because of those people in the desert, the tribal people did not have any favorable impression of the slave owners, but they had to admit that the strength of the slave owners naturally had their strong reasons and reasons, and some things were indeed admirable. Therefore, there is no room for sloppiness in the affairs of the slave owners, even more so than the Wanshi tribe.

"It may be the slave owners who escaped from the desert, or it may be the people of Wanshi." Shao Xuan explained what he had encountered in the Beast City. At that time, he and Lei He Tuo followed the fallen leaves city. When I went to Doucheng, I once saw a few sand ants in the room. At that time, several sand ants were dismembered by sapphire and wrapped in dung balls. Shao Xuan did not study it carefully, but felt strange. Why there are sand ants there, I didn't find the reason later, and it's gone.

But now, here, Shao Xuan found something similar to the feeling that the sand ants gave him, this wild mouse, something was wrong.

"Everyone is on guard recently," after thinking about it, Shao Xuan said again, "Let the tribes be busy too."

Shao Xuan didn't know how many such wild mice there were, or whether there were other wild animals besides these wild mice. At such a critical time, it was always good to be on guard. If people can't feel the weirdness of those beasts, then let the beasts come.

The three big bosses nodded again and again. They didn't expect this, because they had never encountered it before, so they didn't know there was such a method. If there was no reminder from Shao Xuan, maybe they would tell a secret with their front feet, and the Wanshi tribe would know about them. .

When the wild rat was nailed to death by Shao Xuan, the Wanshi tribe was in a large stone house in the center of the tribe.

The man sitting cross-legged on a piece of animal skin spit out a mouthful of blood, and the blood dripping from his mouth dripped onto the bone ornaments carved in the shape of various skeletons hanging around his neck. At this time, his face was ashen, his muscles were twitching, his eyes were sullen, with undisguised annoyance. Distorted face. It looked even more hideous.

"How?!" The leader of Wan Shi, who was sitting at the head, asked anxiously.

"One was nailed to death!" The young Wan Shiwu breathed heavily, this feeling of being out of control was very bad.

He recalled what happened when he was in the desert. He still remembered that time, in order to please the young master of Baishicheng, he took out the sand ants that he finally raised and guided them to do things, but he didn't expect it. None of those sand ants came back! As a result, it not only failed to solve the request of the young master Shiraishi, but also suffered serious damage!

The breath has not been swallowed completely, and now it appears again!

At the beginning, before he cut off all conscious contact with those sand ants, he had seen a fire, but it was vague. The fire seemed to be a horn. At the time, he didn't know what it was. Speculation, but not sure. Now. He was finally able to determine what that fire group represented.

It's a flaming horn! !

This time, before the voles disconnected, he "sees" the fire again. It is very clear. The fire is very large. It is much bigger and clearer than what the sand ants saw last time. There is also a double-horned thing in the fire, that is the totem of the flaming horns! And the one who crucified the wild rat he sent. Just a flamboyant man! !

It's a flaming horn every time!

The flaming horns are simply evil stars!

After knowing the result, the leader of Wan Shi, Wan Ji, burst out with a series of angry abuse. Of course it wasn't a cursed Witch of Stones. He scolded Yanjiao people. However, when he was scolding Yan Jiao, Pan Ji also scolded Wan Shiwu as "trash" in his heart.

Two years ago, this young witch was so arrogant when he came back from the desert. This side is under the control of the pendulum again, and it is a little more peaceful.

When Wan Shiwu was gasping for breath, and when Pan Ji was scolding, the other people standing in the room bowed their heads and said nothing. A person who is fierce against his opponents on weekdays. Here they are all like children who make mistakes, standing there, for fear of being noticed by Pang Ji.

After Pang Ji finished scolding, the other talents raised their heads slightly, and discussed with Pong Ji about the upcoming war with the Yanjiao tribe. The people present are at least the small leader level in the Wanshi tribe. They have participated in the attack on other tribes in the past. If they attacked the small tribes, they rushed forward one by one, and the spoils were first come, first served. gone. However, in this battle with Yanjiao, they had no idea. They never thought that they would be beaten in their lifetime, and Yanjiao declared war on them! I have a headache.

The current situation of the Wanshi Tribe fully illustrates one sentence: if you go out to rob, you will always have to pay it back.

"What will happen to those slave owners?" Pan Ji looked at Wanshi Wu.

After such a time, Wan Shiwu had calmed down, thought about it, and said, "It's probably not very good."

Pang Ji roughly smashed a wooden table next to it to pieces.

"That gang..." Yan Ji wanted to scold, but he was still afraid of the slave owner. Who knows if there are any slave owners listening around here?

The more I thought about it, the more unhappy I became, holding back my anger, I took a deep breath.

"Really... Really want to fight? I heard... Yanjiao's people are quite strong..." A small leader stammered. He was promoted when he went out to grab a small tribe at the end of last year. Compared with other senior leaders, he was still too young. of.

Sure enough, as soon as the little leader finished speaking, he suddenly felt a flash in front of his eyes, and the strong murderous aura made his legs go soft.

There was no chance for him to beg for mercy at all, and the shadow of Ji Ji appeared in front of the little leader. On the raised arm, there is a terrifying power hidden under the bulging muscles. When clenching the fist and rushing out, it is like a cannonball being fired. The sound of breaking through the air hissed like a ferocious poisonous snake. killing intent.

The punching fist slammed heavily on the chest of the little boss who made a sound just now. The powerful impact and the power brought by this punch directly caused the back of the little boss to explode, and the blood spurted back with minced meat. .

When he retracted his arm, Pan Ji was holding a mass of minced meat in his hand, which was the heart.

The little leader failed to see the hole in his body, and the look of horror on his face failed to subside, and he fell down with a bang.

Several other leaders in the room seemed to have expected such a scene long ago.

The room was filled with thick blood, making the atmosphere even more stagnant.

Pan Ji shook off the blood and minced flesh from his hands, without even looking at the person who fell to the ground, said solemnly: "Will I be afraid of the Yanjiao people?! I can dig a second time!" This was said to others, but also to himself.

Wan Shiwu sat on the thick animal skin and didn't speak, but when he lowered his head, his eyes flashed disapproval. The unusual situation in the beast forest in the past few days has made him even more worried until now. However, he didn't feel any threat to life and death. The fire in the fire pond had grown bigger these days and looked more vigorous.

The fire is good, it can save lives.

On the other side of the Wanshi tribe, the stone houses built were very different from the original style of the Wanshi tribe, and they did not draw any patterns of the Wanshi tribe.

This is the place of the slave owners. After they came to the Wanshi tribe, they demarcated such a place. As for whether the leader of Wanshi agrees... How can the leader of Wanshi disagree? Without the support of their slave owners, could the Wanshi tribe be where they are today?

At this time, in a stone house, several slave owners were gathering to discuss.

In front of them, there was a roll of animal skins, which was the one that the Yanjiao Tribe had tied to the spear and threw it out.

"How is it, have you made up your mind?" said an older slave owner.

"How much more need to think? It's not suitable to fight recklessly at this time." said a young slave owner who was lying on a chair. Although he didn't look very old, his words also carried a bit of a habitual momentum, indicating that he once had a good position in the desert. On his clothes, there was also the symbol of Tianlun City in the desert.

A fat slave owner of the same age next to him hugged a female slave, and quickly answered: "Yes, it's not suitable for war, if Wan Shi wants to fight, let them fight, we don't need to shoot, Besides, the flaming horns hate the Wanshi tribe, and this animal skin scroll shows that the flaming horns actually don't want to confront me directly."

The expressions of the other people in the room changed, and they exchanged glances quickly, testing each other's opinions, but not wanting to reveal their thoughts at this time. His brows were frowning quickly, his eyes were solemn, and after a while, he seemed to be connected again, and he secretly said something bad. The longer the discussion here, the more unfavorable the situation will be. He is one of the few people here who supports the Wanshi tribe. Unfortunately, he I can't convince others. Just look at the young master of Tianlun City who spoke first. There are great differences here.

Some people feel that if the Wanshi tribe suffers, they will not be able to get better as slave owners. To support the Wanshi tribe is to support themselves.

But there are also some people who feel that the Wanshi tribe is out of control. It is better to let Yanjiao wipe out the prestige of Wanshi, which is easier to control. Some people even hope that the Yanjiao people will quickly extinguish the fire of Wanshi. They will be able to subdue more warriors of Wanshi as slaves, and perhaps they will be able to get a lot of Flaming Horns to become slaves by taking advantage of the war?

In the eyes of these slave owners, tribal people are all slaves, and countless slaves are their hope of rising.

Let’s fight, let’s fight, it’s better to have a lose-lose situation, and then they take the opportunity to extinguish the fire on both sides and earn a lot of people!

Looking forward to thinking about it.

Several slave owners secretly jingled the abacus. (To be continued...)

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