Chronicles of Primordial Wars Chapter 233 – Ongoing fights

Edited by Ilesyt

No matter whether Tuo or the others of the Flaming Horns tribe, at the moment everybody gave off a murderous look which couldn’t be ignored, so imposing and terrifying.

This was a group hunters who fell apart and began living in the outside and gradually forgotten by the masses, A group of killing gods.

They looked to be walking out of a blood sea, the raging and rude momentum making others gasp from tension. However, these people were also extremely restrained: as long as they wanted, in the next moment they could conceal the entire murderous look.

These people, just like humanoid weapons released into this region, initiated bloody killings everywhere.

Realizing Shao Xuan and Tuo looked at them with confusion, Fu Shi gulped and came to himself and said: “The chief asked me to check up here, and see if you need any help or not……”

At the end of his sentence, Fu Shi felt too embarrassed to continue for lack of confidence.

Need any help?

Don’t you see the almost one-sided situation here?

“Cough. It seems that you don’t need any help.” Fu Shi said embarrassedly.

“No need to worry on our side. Fu Shi, you can pay more attention to those who are gathering the water moonstones inside the tribe. Some extremely good at hiding should have broken through the defense.”

Even if the Flaming Horns tribe guarded perfectly here, there would be other places where the invaders could break the lines of defense. As what happened in the past, some others may also interfere. It was far from being tranquil inside the Drumming tribe.

“Alright. Since you don’t need help, we’ll go ahead!”

With this said, Fu Shi made off at once with his men.

When running away, Fu Shi was still thinking in his heart: I’ve said that there is no need to worry about people of the Flaming Horns tribe. Look at Shao Xuan’s power from before, and you’ll know that members of their tribe should be relatively strong. The chief really worries in vain. These people of the Flaming Horns tribe are not weak, rather, even stronger than they had imagined.

If this kind of tribe becomes their enemy…..

Fu Shi trembled with fear.

Anyway, with this kind of tribe as a helper, the Drumming tribe felt indeed relaxed at this time.

After Fu Shi left, Tuo shook off the blood stains on the blade. There was also much blood on his body. He had no time to wipe it all off and went to the other side with Shao Xuan.

In this place, no one came for the moment. It’s a waste of time by standing in the same place, so they had to find the invaders for themselves.

Inside the Drumming tribe, there were many places with high grass and thick bushes. Lots of the invaders good at hiding would prefer these places, waiting for chances to come.

While he was walking, another two invaders dashed out of the bushes.

Shao Xuan was about to act when Tuo stopped him: Tuo wanted to take care of the two invaders.

Before Tuo waved the sword, one person ran out from the side.

“Leave it to me! I’ll do it!” Keke struck before Tuo even moved, the stone sword in his hand falling on the nearest invader.

First cut, second cut, third cut……

In the thick bushes of weeds filled with the smell of grass, a strong smell of blood permeated the air, while the formerly alive invader already fell on the ground silently.

Here in this place, besides people on their own side, all aggressive and living creatures would be regarded as enemies. At this moment, in their eyes, these people were just like the various preys they met when hunting in the mountains. Although they had similar appearances, the chief had said that anyone who was not a member of their tribe, was an enemy; of course, our ally was different.

Keke cut the invaders without any emotional turbulence.

At times, Shao Xuan only felt that these people were incredibly simple-minded. For something many people would think hard to do, it was completely nothing to them.

After killing two invaders, Keke ran away and kept on searching the invaders hiding in other places. Tuo got angry for his “prey” being looted, so he ran after Keke and wanted to rob him of his “prey”. The number of “preys” they got would be reported to the chief afterwards, who promised to award them according to their contributions.

Their group was responsible for this area, but it didn’t mean they had to stay in a fixed position. Therefore, what they needed to do was to find those invaders in this area and kill them.

Shao Xuan didn’t follow them, but moved on forward. While walking close to the border of the area where they guarded, he met Mao running over.

Behind Mao, three invaders were chasing him. They were members of the Jian tribe, seeing from the weapons in their hands.

Mao, who was running, turned around abruptly and slashed the one closest to him fiercely, but the invader’s reaction was not slow, and warded off with the weapon in his hand.

There were already many gaps on the surface of Mao’s blade because of the many strikes. The violent strike this time broke the blade directly into half.

Throwing the broken sword in his hand, the half part of the blade plunged into the throat of the invader following him, Mao didn’t pause but took out another stone sword from the waist. Taking a look at those two chasing him closely, he bent his knees and bounced away to the side, starting running in that way.

Mao had seen Shao Xuan there, but he felt he could handle this so he took the action to tell Shao Xuan not to interfere and that he could handle it. Otherwise, if he was unable to deal with it, he would run to Shao Xuan, instead of moving away from him.

Shao Xuan didn’t worry at all. Mao was a intermediate totem warrior now. It was quite difficult to fight against three all by himself, as those three were also intermediate warriors.

Facing these tough to handle looking people, the people of the Flaming Horns tribe were not so silly to confront them head on, but ran away instead.

Just like in face of difficult ferocious beasts while hunting, if they were no match to the beasts, they certainly would run. While running, they would take chance to counter back with a slash, or even a fatal strike on the beasts.

No doubt that compared with the people of the Drumming tribe, warriors of the Flaming Horns tribe became calmer during the battle, too calm, terrifying people of the Drumming tribe.

In similar cases, most people of the Drumming tribe would act like this: I’m not afraid of you! Fight!

That’s because they were so fractured that their emotions were already out of control.

But as to people of the Flaming Horns tribe, like Mao, he would run first. While he was running, the chasers thought he would run to a safe place or search for partners, only to find him turn around with a strike, slashing and killing the chasers one by one.

They could always find the best time to act clear-headedly when others were crazed and lost their heads.

However, including people of the Drumming tribe, the Martyr tribe and the Jian tribe, no one knew that while facing those ferocious beasts while hunting in the mountains, the people of the Flaming Horns tribe would come up with more ways of killing when the situation became worse. If the hunter didn’t have a clear mind at that time, he would have died a long time ago.

They did not expect to be smart or agile, but only needed to stay clear-minded and calm within the decisive short period of the crisis. In this way, even if they could not kill the beasts, they could choose to escape unscathed.

As expected by Shao Xuan, Mao calmly handled the chasers.

One cut, another cut, the third cut……

After finishing the invaders, Mao also had several wounds on his body, but he didn’t care. With some medicine applied, he headed towards his grandpa.

At the side of Ao.

Zhi failed in several attacks and realized that the person he faced was quite difficult to handle.

Faced with Ao, he felt like facing a lofty and ancient high mountain. Standing in front of this high mountain, Zhi suddenly felt himself a little bit small.

There was not any sign of Ao’s attack at all: just now he was walking slowly, as if keeping away from the battlefield like a bystander unwilling to interfere in this fight, but in the next moment he would take a stride towards this way like lightening. By force of this stride, he dashed towards Zhi with a strong momentum to break through everything, his arms stretched out, looking like the long lance he threw out just now.

When Mao arrived, he saw a figure being sent flying through the air by his grandpa.

Paying no attention to the figure flying out, Mao checked the situation around, finding no dangerous person nearby, and then he went over to Ao.

“Grandpa, can I release them?” Mao glanced at Ao and quickly looked in the direction of the ships.

Staying silent for a few seconds and listening carefully to the movements in the surroundings, he said: “All right, just let them out to stretch their limbs.”

Ao took this battle as the first test run and the first blade sharpening stone since the Flaming Horns tribe came here. In view of the current situation, there was absolutely no need to let those guys out. But some time had already passed and there were still others outside the Drumming tribe ready to cause trouble. The quicker they won the battle, the better it would be.

With Ao’s permission, Mao had delight in his eyes. He didn’t stay longer, but hurried away to make room for Ao to continue the fight.

Seeing the person who was sent flying getting up again with the thought of escape, Ao frowned and clenched his fists, thinking that the man was really endurable.

Zhi only wanted to escape at the moment. People of the Flaming Horns tribe had a keen anticipation of danger, took fierce and determined actions, and wore overbearing, ferocious and murderous looks, all of which made him greatly shocked.

Where the hell did this tribe come from?!

Zhi felt great horror in his heart.

Also, what does the young man mean just now by saying “release them out”?

Who are “they”?

The sense of foreboding in the heart of Zhi became stronger.

Perhaps, this moves is not as simple as he thought, but would go on to terrify them in another way.

Mao, running away from Ao, avoided the sneak attacks of the invaders. He didn’t want to fight at this moment, but took out a wooden whistle, blowing it in a specific rhythm.

Excitement flashed in Mo Er, Yang and Guang, Lei and others’s eyes who were in the defensive battles in different places. Regardless of the wounds on their bodies, they dodged the blades of the invaders and began running while blowing their own wooden whistles at the same time.

For a while, in the areas defended by the Flaming Horns tribe, all kinds of whistles rang up in many places. There were slight differences between the whistle sounds of the wooden whistles made by different people, while the engraved ferocious beasts were familiar with the whistle sounds made by their own tamers.