Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Surrounded by mountains, in the wooden houses built one by one, there was the movement of the crowd shouting.

At first glance, these wooden houses were built recently. The wood fractures are relatively new. The wooden houses are arranged here, looking like a cottage living in seclusion in this inaccessible place.

Thick wooden pillars of more than ten meters have been erected on the periphery, forming a wall to stop some small beasts outside. On the tall tower erected, there are three tanned slaves standing there, each looking in three directions.

In the open space, huge animal bones were thrown there. The white animal bones with no shreds of meat had been dismantled so that they could not be seen as they were. Only the eye holes and nostrils on the top allowed the People know that this is the head of a giant beast.

The bones, horns, and teeth suitable for sharpening weapons have all been dismantled, and the sound of sharpening bone and horns can be heard everywhere. Although they brought out most of the gold artifacts, they have consumed a lot of them so far. The conditions here are limited, and they can only repair some gold artifacts that are not seriously damaged. If they exceed the repair capacity, they can only be shelved. Without weapons, it is impossible to survive in this place full of beasts and dangers. Beast bones, horns, teeth, etc., are more convenient than stone tools. The slaves in charge of polishing were running back and forth with various utensils, looking very busy.

Compared with other people's movements, there is a small open space surrounded by the wooden house, and no one dares to run around here, let alone shout.

A fire was lit in the open space, and the bones of the animals with meat were roasted there, and the grease dripped into the fire, making a chi chi sound.

A relatively fair middle-aged man was sitting beside the fire. The other slaves were either wearing tattered sackcloth or surrounded by blood-stained animal skins, but this middle-aged man was wearing a very clean suit. clothing. It is also linen, but the cloth on his body is more meticulously woven, and the texture is obviously different from others. Except for some insignificant scratches on the corners of the clothes, there are no holes at all.

At this moment, the middle-aged man was frowning tightly, looking at a picture of an animal skin scroll in his hand.

On the hide scroll are some simple drawings. The dark green triangular ones are mountains, the shapeless greens are trees elsewhere, and among these greens, there is a sandy-yellow line passing through this green, and finally ending in one place.

This is a simple map. The line on the map is the route of their team. One end of the line is where they entered the forest, and the other end is where they are at this time.

Confirming that he was not wrong, the middle-aged man's brow wrinkle squeezed toward the middle again, and the wrinkle became more and deeper.

The few senior slaves standing beside them bowed their heads, carefully paying attention to the person sitting on the stone looking at the map, knowing that the other party was in a bad mood, and they did not dare to say a word. For fear of saying something wrong to cause this anger.

"It's here, it's not wrong!" The middle-aged man sitting on the stone muttered, the soles of the feet on the ground stomped on the ground due to emotional fluctuations, and the weeds under his feet were trampled into a pit the size of the soles of his feet.

The slave standing beside him lowered his head even lower.

The aroma of meat permeates this cottage. The slaves who were guarding or busy everywhere, sniffing hard, the smell of meat fascinated them and stimulated the secretion of saliva, but. Even though they really wanted to look over there, they still resisted the urge to turn their heads, staring at the work in progress, not daring to look around.

At this time. There was movement at the entrance of the cottage, and a team of 20 people came back from outside, either carrying or dragging small prey.

The middle-aged man who was staring at the map suddenly raised his eyes to look over, and the team that had just entered this temporary cottage, after seeing each other, his eyes staggered one by one. Don't dare to look directly at each other.

The middle-aged man holding the animal skin roll, the anticipation that flashed in his eyes quickly dimmed, and then there was a rapid surge of anger.

"Still can't find it? How is it possible?! Why can't I find it!!"

middle-aged man with red eyes from anger,

Flicking his arm, he wanted to smash the animal skin roll in his hand to the ground, but the moment before he slammed it down, he stopped again, and was replaced by a strong kick.

The animal skin rolls cannot be thrown away. This is an important guideline for their operation, but they can't express their anger and feel unhappy, so they can only kick the grass on the ground.

Knee-high weeds were kicked to shreds.

"If you can't find the green face and fangs, why use the grass to vent your anger?" A lazy voice came.

When the middle-aged man holding the animal skin scroll heard the voice, his eyes twitched, and he didn't even glance over there. gone back!!"

As soon as they heard that they could not go back, the slaves wailed in their hearts and did not dare to delay. Those who came back before that hurriedly ate something and set off again. Slaves who grind hornbone are also faster.

For many people, the desert is a dead place, dry and sandy weather, rarely see a little green, so desolate, people avoid it when they hear it.

But for these slaves, even if the food in the desert is not as much as these forests full of trees and beasts, they are already used to it. Many of the people in the team have been slaves for generations, and their servility has been engraved in their bones. They don't know what to do except be slaves. Moreover, in the eyes of these people, the desert rock mausoleum is their place of return, the place of allegiance, and their belief. Not being able to go back is almost like killing them.

Now Yanling City is the overlord of the desert, and the slaves of Yanling City, with Yourongyan, are more loyal to Yanling City. These people who are sent are all loyal to Yanling City, so don’t worry about their betrayal .

The 500 people who were brought out had over 100 casualties on the way due to various crises in the mountains and forests. Fortunately, they have already found this place. Unfortunately, this is the destination marked on the map.

The middle-aged man went back to the fire again, sitting on the stone and sulking. He couldn't find the blue-faced fangs. He was too embarrassed to go back, but he couldn't do anything about it. Could it be possible to turn over the mountains here one by one to find them?

After taking a few deep breaths, the middle-aged man couldn't help but ask, "Pirate Four, how are you doing?"

"I didn't find it." The three words light and fluttering are similar to this person's attitude. They are completely indifferent. They are not in a hurry, they are very comfortable, they seem to be playing, and they seem to be enjoying themselves.

"Then why don't you look for it?!" The middle-aged man almost squeezed out of his teeth. I really don't understand why Shishu wanted to find "stealers", what else would these people do besides steal? eat?

Thief Si walked slowly to the fire and sat down, picked up the well-baked ribs of the beast, not afraid of being hot, and started to eat. While eating, he said inarticulately: "If it was so easy to find, you people from Yanling wouldn't have found only three of them in hundreds of years."

"Oh, that's right, Shiya." Pirate Sixiang suddenly remembered something and said, "Some tribesmen are following."

For Thief Si, their "Pirates" are different, not slaves, nor traditional tribes. He is also very satisfied with the current state of "Pirates". Speaking of tribes, it refers to other tribes rather than "piracy".

"Tribes? So fast?!" Shi Ya didn't expect the tribesmen to find them so quickly. Want to grab green-faced fangs? !

Feeling the murderous aura coming from Shi Ya, Thief Si still spoke slowly, "Actually, don't worry about them, maybe they can help us find Green Face Fang."

Hearing this, Shi Ya's eyes flashed, and he was silent, but he also recognized what Pi Si said. They have been here for the past few days and have not made any progress. Maybe those tribesmen can find something?

After eating the animal meat, Pi Si didn't stay much, walked out of the cottage and entered the dense forest outside, where the guarded slaves just pretended not to see it.

In the woods, the moist breath dispels the heat brought by the weather, and there is a refreshing coolness under the branches that cover the sky and the sun.

Thief was walking in the woods, and most of the weeds on the ground exceeded his waist. Walking in it was like falling into a green sea.

There are no slaves of the Rocky Hills here.

"How?" Thief said.

Five steps away from him, on the trunk of a big tree, the silhouette of a person slowly appeared.

"I couldn't figure it out." The person who came down from the tree said in a puzzled tone, "The slaves only know that they are here to find something this time, and they won't know if there are more. However, it is certain that Shiya is indeed in a hurry. What is the function of the green-faced fangs?"

"We won't know if Shi Ya doesn't say it. However, we don't need to move for the time being. Whether it's the slaves who find the blue-faced fangs or the tribesmen, it's a good thing for us."

"clear."

Saying that, the man jumped up, stepped on the trunk and ran forward, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

A dark green flat and long polypoda suddenly stood up from the thick grass, its two pincer-like fangs expanded to an exaggerated angle, and rushed towards the thief standing in the grass, but the next moment , the person standing there, disappeared.

The multipedal insect that stood up half of its body fluttered in the air, and the two rod-shaped antennae on its head rotated like antennae, as if exploring. It really couldn't find anything, so it gave up the prey just now and sneaked under the thick grass again.

From a distance, among the green grass waves, some grass leaves are swaying and passing forward, like a ripple on the lake. Then the blade of grass swings less and less until it subsides.

The woods here have regained their previous calm again. (To be continued.)

PS: Make up for the chapter that was not released last night.

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