Chronicles of Primordial Wars

The totem of the rain tribe, above is a curved shape, under the arc, is a rain-like point. Shao Xuan counted the number, eight points. There are some foggy things around the totem that flow around.

When the totem of the tribe appeared in this "egg shell", Shao Xuan was very surprised, and now, the totem of the rain tribe has also appeared.

Good compatibility. Shao Xuan thought.

Although the totem that appears is not as big as the Yanzhou tribe totem in the middle, it is not as bright as the totem of the flaming horn, but it does exist here, and it is still flashing.

The totem of this rain tribe that appears is not the same as the fire of the Yanjiao totem, but it is similar to the tribe of the cicada, white, some white and translucent, like liquid.

Shao Xuan observes the flashing rain tribe totem, mobilizes the power of inheritance, and wants to take a closer look at this sudden emergence of different tribal totems.

The blue flame separates from the bottom end of the flame around the totem of the horn, reaching out to the small, rainy tribal totem that appears.

It stands to reason that there should be exclusion between the powers of different tribal totems, but here it is not. The separated blue flame easily touches the totem of the rain tribe.

At the time of contact, Shao Xuan felt the totem of the rain tribe tremble, and the eight points moved. Shao Xuan is curious, and the eight points look more like a drop of liquid.

A bright liquid general point, falling from the tomb of the Yu tribe, Shao Xuan stared at the falling point, originally planned to see where it would fall, but did not want to, that drop just fell down A little, after the rain tribe totem, it turns into a fog, blending with the fog around the rain tribe totem. Then look at the totem. In the place where it was originally dropped, the gap has been filled, and a drop of the same droplet appears on the same side.

And this is just the beginning. It is like pressing the start switch, the point on the rain tribe totem. Gradually began to fall down like the previous one, and the fog was formed.

From the beginning of a drop, two drops, all the eight drops began to move, rotating, looks like it is constantly raining.

Somehow, Shao Xuan suddenly remembered what Yang Hao had told him about the rain tribe.

Yang Lan said. There is a problem with the fire of the rain tribe. Except for the big sacrifice time at the beginning of each year, it is difficult to wake up at other times. This is also the reason why the rain has been failing.

But now, Shao Xuan feels that this moving totem is like waking up from sleep.

When Shao Xuan was shocked, he felt a powerful force from the outside world.

Out of the sea of ​​consciousness, Shao Xuan looked to the side.

Although for weather reasons. The room is very dark, Shao Xuan still can see the reaction of Lei He Tuo. The two people who were resting at the front stood up and looked in the direction of the rain tribe.

"what happened?!"

“Why is there such a strong totem power?”

Feel the rejection of this sudden tribal totem. Lei and Tuo opened the door and went out.

Outside, the wind and sand are all over the sky, even worse than the previous two days. The hair of Lei’s head was blown up, and the eyes smashed into a slit because of the scattered dust. Breathing can clearly smell the smell of sand.

The sky, the surrounding, all the yellowish dust of the sky, the visibility is extremely low, it is a little laborious to see this row of wooden houses, let alone the farther rain tribes?

They want to see what happened there. But there is only a turbid sand in the eye.

Shao Xuan slightly covered his face with his hand, blocking the dust from the straight face. Listen carefully to the voice over there, some noisy. There are too many people, and I don’t know what is being said there. But he can clearly feel the power of the totem that is gradually increasing in that direction.

Not only Shao Xuan, but other people in the team also came out, but found that there was nothing to see around, the wind was still big, complained a few words, and went back to the house.

"You said, what happened in the end? Is the movement of the rain so big?" Someone asked.

"I don't know what it is like to ask for rain. Anyway, it will definitely not rain."

"What do you do, I just hope that the weather will get better soon, so we can leave."

In the rain tribe, above the altar set up at the fire pond, the dances and curses of Yang Lan and others asking for the rain have been completed. Finally, everyone bowed, their foreheads fell to the ground, and they were on the wooden boards full of sand and did not get up.

Yang Lan and others are the same, silent, waiting for death. From the time they stepped on this high platform, they did not plan to go any further.

The wooden nut bells are tied by the ropes, swaying with the wind, and constantly making a squeaking sound, listening to the showers, but only "like", not real.

At the end of the ceremony, the music and dance stopped. Under the altar, everyone who was worshipping got up, some people were disappointed, and although they have failed for many years, but every time they still hold that little hope, I hope that it will really rain. There are also some people who are used to the situation every year, with numbness on the face. Others are happy in their hearts. For example, the river tide that once competed with Yang Lan for the position of witch.

The river tide looked at the leader in front, and went two steps forward. He whispered: "Yes."

His eyes flashed and he looked at the old man in a few steps. Among them, there are their supporters and some neutrals. He is worried about those who are neutral.

Fortunately, the rain failed, and the disappointment of those people did not hide. Seeing this, the corner of the mouth couldn’t help but rise up, loudly: "Because of the sins of the ancestors, angering the rain gods Since today, it will no longer be the witch of this tribe!"

The hustle and the river looked around and the people who had opposed them before were now silent. well.

After the words of the embarrassment fell, the river tide suppressed the excitement in the heart and shouted: "Chai wood!"

The people who have been waiting there are already carrying a bundle of firewood and hay, placed around the high platform, and going up to the high platform.

The movement below, the people above the high platform heard very clearly.

With the gradual approach of the firewood, the Yang Lan heard the sound that everyone on the high platform could hear: "I'm sorry!"

Under the stage, the river tide, as the most likely person to take over the position of the witch after Yang Lan, took the torch with the fire and walked to the high platform to ignite the firewood of the high platform for a week.

"Burn them!"

"Burn it, kill it!"

"People who violate the ancestors and anger the rain gods should burn!"

Listening to the buzz underneath, Yang Lan closed his eyes and waited for death with everyone. A rain-seeking, failure, and almost all his energy. Exhausted, desperate, and sad.

Suddenly, Yang Yan’s body trembled, his closed eyes slammed open, and his eyes were unbelievable. Feel it carefully, it's true! Fire! It is the movement of the fire!

Below, people who were originally "burning dead" also noticed something wrong, especially those close to the fire pit, especially the feeling.

Such power, they are too familiar with each other, and every time there is a big sacrifice, there will be such feelings. However, it is not the time of the big sacrifice, and the present situation is different from that of the big sacrifice.

The surrounding temperature begins to drop rapidly.

Through the firewood that they set up, they saw that the fire in the fire pit changed its color and became lighter and brighter.

"This... this is..."

The sand around the fire pit seems to have gradually disappeared, and within the field of vision, it became clear.

A palm is full of old man with a cracked epidermis, shaking his fingers, feeling the little bit of wetness on his finger, looking up at the fire pit, then looking at the high platform built on the fire pit, thinking of something, originally carrying some The look of stunned became shocked and shouted: "Fire extinguish! Kill those fires! Get out of the way!" Because it was too excited, there was some break in the sound of a scorpion. He ran to the high platform, regardless of the burning wood, kicked his legs and kicked the firewood that had been laid.

I only felt a chill in my head, and I was shocked. I almost rushed past the fastest speed and kicked the fire with the old man. Others have reacted, no matter what, they will do it.

People who are far away can't see the situation around the fire pit, just listen to the motion to guess what happened. Although they can't see clearly, they can feel the familiar power from the fire.

Within the fire pond, the white and bright flames rise, starting from the top, turning into a white mist, like a dragon in the water, rushing out of the fire pool.

The surrounding temperature is lower.

The firewood that had not been kicked out was extinguished instantly when it was swept by the fog.

Yang Lan couldn't see what happened underneath. He didn't get up. He just looked up and looked at the sky. Then, the face that was stiff and stone-like, cracked open, and his expression seemed like a surprise.

The sky seems to be a bit like rain...

Below, around the fire pond, the white mist is like a long dragon, first hovering around the fire pond, and then with the increase of the body, the scope of the hovering is wider and wider, people standing near the fire pit can not help but rush back.

They are not sure what such changes mean, but there is a speculation in their hearts, even guesses that they are hard to believe.

As the foggy dragon circling, the piles that were built, the piles that had not been ignited or had been extinguished were like a layer of hoarfrost.

The foggy dragon is still expanding rapidly, and within a range from the fire pit to the outside, the feeling of chaos caused by sand and dust is also rapidly disappearing.

Taking a deep breath, you can feel a refreshing coolness. Without the smell of sand, people feel shocked. It feels like the whole person is being poured with a bucket of ice water.

Because of this change, the rest of the rain tribe is stupid. They didn't know what it meant, they didn't know how to react now, and the leader didn't say anything.

"Yes... is it... ask for rain... is it successful?" Someone asked the people around me.

Others want to refute because of their previous experiences, but after seeing the scene over there, they also closed their mouths. (To be continued)