Chronicles of Primordial Wars

When they came to the market, there were scattered wanderers walking around. Some of them were probably from the grassland tribe, who were relatively close to here. They set up fixed stalls with their things and gathered with their clansmen. There were many people. Don't be afraid of being bullied by anyone.

The Mang Tribe and the Weiba Tribe have at least these two tribes in town. Others don’t dare to make trouble. pen.

But here is different, there are often large-scale group fights. When Shao Xuan and the others passed, the fight was just over, and the two distant teams fought each other, each with casualties. There are still many bloodstains on the ground after the battle. Some people are cleaning up the corpses, while others are not surprised, stepping on the ground full of flesh and blood and still not changing their faces.

This is a place to speak in terms of strength, using the most primitive competition rules. Without strength, even if you are slaughtered, no one will look at you.

The good thing is, compared to the markets of the Mang tribe and the Weiba tribe, because they have not really entered the central part, there are fewer travelers from the central part. It is a warrior of the grassland tribe, and some nearby tribesmen also come here to trade.

Some of the people who set up stalls here pull out cattle, sheep and other livestock to wait for the trade, while others, like the Pu tribe, exchanged things from other places and sold them here.

Most of the items on the market are livestock, food, tools and weapons, as well as medicinal herbs. In general, the types are far less than those of the Mang and Weiba tribes, but they are still lively. The only trading hub in the area.

The tall and sturdy warriors talked loudly, and some of them were talking and talking, and they directly attacked with knives if the deal was not successful. This kind of thing can be seen at any time.

Shao Xuan asked someone to inquire briefly, but he hadn't heard of any tourist groups coming, which disappointed Mai a little. It seems. Finding someone is not that easy.

Kuntu didn't give up, even in the market, he would blow the whistle every time he walked. I hope there are people in the market who can understand the whistle, otherwise. How can you find other tourists in such a big place? Or maybe, other people are not as lucky as their team, and they are in deep trouble because they can't meet the warriors sent by the Flaming Horn Tribe?

Thinking about things, Kuntu absentmindedly walked behind Mai. They walked around the market to no avail. They were about to leave, but when they passed the mountain closest to the market, they heard a whistle.

It's the same sound that Quintu's whistle blows.

"It's them!" Kuntu's eyes lit up. Looking around, it was difficult to determine the location for a while.

Mai et al had better ear power, and they locked their position immediately.

"There! Go,

past! "At last there was a clue, and Mai was very happy, but at the same time he was worried, because that mountain was the resting place for the travelers who came and went. Not only were there many people, but there were also various forces. They were all totem warriors. For tourists, there Not really a good place.

Shao Xuan has also encountered such a mountain, in the market of the Mang and Weiba tribes. He has lived in similar caves with the expedition team of the Pu tribe, and has seen the way of fighting for the caves with his own eyes. There is no precedence, it is completely based on strength, and because of this, he is curious, why Kuntu said tourists will go there.

The whistle sounded twice, then stopped, and Kuntu blew again. But no response.

"Why didn't they blow?" Lang Ga wondered.

"Maybe something really happened." Shao Xuan said.

The mountain as a resting place seems to have been hollowed out. There are also several entrances and exits around the bottom of the mountain, the most important one. The mountain that has been dug into a ring is directly divided, so if you look down from the top, this mountain for the travelers to rest is like an arc of nearly three hundred degrees.

Many movements in the mountain were dug out by hand, and there were holes everywhere.

When Shao Xuan and the others rushed over to the mountain, there were ten tourists standing there on the arc-shaped mountain where the travellers rested. Many of them were injured, and they did not care to wipe off the blood. In front of them, a long-distance team surrounded them.

The others around looked at them as if they were watching a play. No one would intervene in this situation, but this kind of thing made them more fun. things happen.

Among the ten people, the leading tourist was called Chi Yi. He was holding a wooden whistle tightly in his hand. It was not him who blew the whistle just now, but a young man beside him. It was just that the other party hadn't blown twice, Chi Yi. He took the wooden whistle. He naturally knew that there were his own companions nearby, but he couldn't let them come over, everyone was tourists, and here, like a big mouth full of fangs, those totem warriors were the ones who could crucify people one by one. Fangs, if tourists come in, they will have to peel off the skin if they don't die. Ten of them don't matter, if others come, they will die as many as they come.

In front of Chi Yi and the others, the people from the long-distance team looked at them playfully, as if they were playing with prey in a cage.

"Why don't you continue to play? Are your companions here? Continue to play, call them over, and let me see what your companions look like." A person from the far-reaching team on the opposite side said.

"That's right, keep blowing, we will pick up as many as you want."

"Are there any women?" The person beside him echoed.

Listening to the words of the people around, Chi Yi and the others looked even worse, but now, they couldn't escape.

Chi Yi looked at the people in another cave not far away. There were quite a few he knew, but none of them stood up to help them.

When everyone was looking at Chi Yi, in a cave further up, a totem warrior entered the cave with a clay pot filled with water, and while walking in, he said to the other companions in the cave: "The tourists are so bold now that only ten people dare to come here." He just went to fetch water, and he happened to see the scene over there when he was going up the mountain.

"Tourists? Why do tourists come to such a place? Even if you enter a hundred, it's a wild card." Someone in the cave asked.

"Who knows." The person holding the clay pot said indifferently, "You want to know that you can go out and watch, it hasn't started yet."

"What's so cool, if two far-strider teams are fighting, I'm still a little interested, tourist? Tsk." The man pouted, leaning against the cave wall to look at the person who came out from the depths of the cave, "Gula, You say, what exactly happened to the mountain knife? Could it be that it really encountered other mountain eagles?"

The person who came out of the cave didn't answer, just sighed.

In the cave, a wounded eagle stayed there to rest. It had many scratches and bite wounds. There were also many bald spots on its body. The feathers were forcibly pulled out, and many places were still bleeding. better. Compared to Chacha, this eagle named "Shaan Dao", which is about the size of Chacha, was injured much more seriously.

Gula took out the kettle and took a few sips of water, recalling the situation when he saw the mountain knife coming back this morning. I thought that the mountain knife would not encounter a strong enemy in the air in this area. With the size and strength of the mountain knife, it would be good not to kill other birds. The chance of encountering a strong enemy is too small. They didn't worry too much, but they didn't want to. When it came back, everyone was dumbfounded.

At that time, the feathers of the mountain knife were stained with blood, and the feathers on the body were slightly reversed, and the flight was unstable. After feeding some medicine, he calmed down, and now he is sleeping, otherwise if he is awake, he will probably struggle to continue flying out to fight.

What the hell happened to make it hurt like this? Gula doesn't know.

Among the people resting in the cave, there were two young people in their teens who were bored, so they went outside the cave to see how things were going.

"It turned out to be the people of the Dishan tribe, and they can bully some weak people." One of them said with contempt after seeing the far-reaching team over there.

On Chi Yi's side, when he was thinking about how to deal with the current situation, he heard the whistle sound from outside the mountain again, as if he was afraid that he would not hear it. The whistleblower blew fiercely, and the sound was getting closer.

Chi Yi is in a hurry, what are you doing here? To die? !

The people from the Dishan tribe showed an interesting smile, looked at Chi Ling, who was pale and defeated, and the leader said: "It seems that your companions have come over. It's the same sentence, or you bring people here, Or, you and your companions, stay here!"

Chi Ling's muscles twitched because of excessive anger and anxiety, and turned to look at the opening of the mountain. Heart: Don't come in, don't!

Not only Chi Ling, but others also looked curiously at the opening of the mountain below, where the whistle came from. Many people think: Today's tourists are daring and fat, knowing that this is the territory of the totem warriors, they will easily be killed when they come in, and they still run here. idiot?

Above, two young warriors lie down in the walkway in front of the cave, craned their necks to look down. What does this fat man look like?

Soon, everyone saw an ordinary-looking dark man running in with a wooden whistle in his mouth. Look next to him... Huh?

This time, the people in the mountain were puzzled. The twenty or so people who came in with the whistleblower did not look like tourists!

Mai's eyes swept around, and he stopped at the place where Chi Ling was left. Before Kuntu could find the way up the mountain, he took a few quick steps, grabbed the animal skin coat on Kuntu's body, bent his legs, and sent his body to the high ground. place.

For the people of the Yanjiao tribe, mountain climbing is a common thing, and they are very skilled. They have climbed even the steep mountain, and they climbed every time they hunt. Therefore, for them, in the mountain where the far-walkers rest, it is absolutely impossible to climb up. It's easy to reach your destination without a walkway.

Just like an ape climbing a tree, the more than 20 people jumped up the mountain in the blink of an eye and stood where the Chiling and Dishan tribes were located.

"Sure enough, it's a totem warrior!"

"Except for totem warriors, it is impossible for tourists to climb the mountain so easily, it is as easy as climbing a tree."

"But, why are those totem warriors mixed with tourists? Could it be the rescue that the tourist moved in?"

The people in the mountain were talking. (To be continued)