Chronicles of Primordial Wars

The totem of the Rain Tribe has the shape of an arc above, and below the arc, there are points like rain. Shao Xuan counted, eight points. Around the totem, there are some fog-like things surrounding and flowing.

Shao Xuan was very surprised when the totem of the Eng tribe appeared in this "eggshell", and now, the totem of the Rain tribe has also appeared.

Compatibility is good. Shao Xuan thought to himself.

Although the totems that appear are not as big as the Flaming Horn Tribe Totem in the middle, and they are not as bright as the Flaming Horn totems, they do exist here, and they are still flashing.

The totem of the rain tribe that appeared was not the same fire color as the flaming horn totem, but similar to that of the suffocating tribe. It was white and had a translucent feel, like a liquid.

Shao Xuan observed the flashing rain tribe totem, mobilized the power of inheritance, and wanted to observe the sudden appearance of the alien tribe totem up close.

The blue flames separated from the bottom of the flame around the flame horn totem and stretched towards the much smaller rain tribe totem that appeared.

It stands to reason that there should be repulsion between the totem powers of different tribes, but this is not the case here. The separated blue flames are easily in contact with the totem of the Rain Tribe.

At the time of contact, Shao Xuan felt that the totem of the Rain Tribe trembled, and the eight points also moved. Shao Xuan was curious, the eight points looked more like droplets of suspended liquid.

A bright liquid-like dot fell from the totem of the Feather Tribe. Shao Xuan stared at the dropped dot. He planned to see where it would fall, but he didn't want to. The drop just fell. A little, after surpassing the rain tribe totem, it turned into mist, and merged with the mist around the rain tribe totem. And look at the totem. Where it originally fell, the gap has been filled, and a droplet that is exactly the same as before appeared there.

And this is just the beginning. It's like pressing the start switch, the point on the rain tribe totem. Gradually, it began to fall down just like the one just now, melted into mist, and formed again.

From the first drop, two drops, all the way to eight drops, all began to move and rotate, looking like it was raining non-stop.

Somehow, Shao Xuan suddenly remembered what Yang Sui told him about the fire of the rain tribe.

Yang Sui 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 unsuccessful.

But now, Shao Xuan felt that this moving totem was like gradually waking up from a deep sleep.

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

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

Although because of the weather. The room was dark, and Shao Xuan could still see Lei and Tuo's reaction. The two who were resting stood up and turned to look in the direction of the rain tribe.

"what happened?!"

"Why is there such a strong totem power?"

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

Outside, the wind and sand filled the sky, even worse than the previous two days. The messy hair on Lei's head was blown up, and his eyes narrowed into a slit due to the scattered dust. You can clearly smell the sandy smell between your breaths.

The sky and the surroundings are all filled with yellowish sand and dust, and the visibility is extremely low. It is a bit laborious to see this row of wooden houses, not to mention the farther place of the rain tribe?

They wanted to see what was going on over there. But what caught my eye was only a cloudy sandy yellow.

Shao Xuan covered his face slightly with his hands to block the dust that was blowing directly. I listened carefully to the voice over there, it was a little noisy. There are so many people that I don't know what the hell is going on there. But he could clearly feel the totem power that was gradually increasing in that direction.

Not only Shao Xuan and the others, but also the others in the team came out, but they found that nothing was seen around, and the sandstorm was still strong, so they complained a few words and went back to the house.

"You said, what happened over there? Is there such a big movement in begging for rain?" someone asked.

"I don't know what it's like to beg for rain, but it definitely won't really rain anyway."

"Whatever they do, I just hope the weather gets better soon before we can leave."

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In the Rain Tribe, on the altar built at the fire pond, Yang Sui and the others' dances and mantras for rain had been completed. In the end, everyone knelt down, their foreheads touched the ground, and they slammed on the sandy wooden board, but they didn't get up.

Yang Sui and others kneeling on the ground were the same, silent, waiting for death. From the moment they stepped onto this high platform, they had no intention of going down.

The wooden nut bells are tied by ropes, swaying in the wind, making a constant clicking sound, it sounds like a shower is coming, but it is just "like", not real.

When the ceremony is over, the music and dance stop. Below the altar, the people who were kneeling stood up, and some were disappointed. Although they failed for many years, they still held that little bit of hope every time, hoping that it would really rain. There are also some people, who are used to this situation every year, with numbness on their faces. Others, on the other hand, were happy. For example, He Chao, who once competed with Yang Sui for the position of sorcerer.

He Chao looked at the leader in front of him, Ron Mang, took two steps forward, and said in a low voice, "It's alright."

Ran Mang's eyes flashed, and he looked at the old men a few steps away. Among them, there are their supporters and some neutrals, and it is those neutrals that he worries about.

Fortunately, the disappointment on the faces of those people was undisguised when the request for rain failed. Seeing this, the corners of Lu Mang's mouth couldn't help but rise, and he said loudly: "Because Yang Sui deceived the ancestors, violated the will of the ancestors, and angered the Rain God. , from today, will no longer be the witch of this tribe!"

Ranmang and Hechao looked around. Those who had opposed them before were silent now. very good.

After Luan Mang's words fell, He Chao suppressed his excitement and shouted, "Firewood!"

The people who had been waiting there for a long time carried bundles of firewood and dry grass, and placed them around the high platform, all the way up to the high platform.

The movement below, the people on the high platform can hear it clearly.

With the movement of laying firewood gradually approaching, Yang Sui said in a voice that everyone on the high platform could hear: "I'm sorry!"

Under the stage, He Chao, as the person most likely to take over the position of witch after Yang Sui, personally took the lit torch, walked to the edge of the high platform, and ignited all the firewood for a week on the high platform.

"Burn them!"

"Burn to death, burn to death!"

"Anyone who disobeys the ancestors who angered the Rain God should be burned to death!"

Listening to the scolding below, Yang Sui closed his eyes and waited for death with everyone. A rain request failed, and almost all his energy was spent. Tired, hopeless, sad.

Suddenly, Yang Sui's body trembled, and his closed eyes suddenly opened, his eyes full of disbelief. Feel it carefully, it's true! Tinder! It's the movement of Tinder!

Below, the people who were shouting "burn to death" also sensed that something was wrong, especially those who were close to the fire.

They are all too familiar with this kind of power, and they feel this way every year during the big sacrifice. However, now is not the time for the great sacrifice, and the current situation is different from the time of the great sacrifice.

The surrounding temperature began to drop rapidly.

Through the firewood they set up, they saw that the fire in the fire had changed again, became lighter, and became white and translucent.

"This...this is..."

The wind and sand around the fire pond seemed to gradually disappear, and it became much clearer within the field of vision.

An old man whose palms were full of calluses and cracked skin, twisted his fingers, felt the little bit of moistness on his fingers, raised his eyes to look at the fire pond, and then looked at the high platform built on the fire pond, what came to mind, originally with some The dazed expression became shocked, and he shouted loudly: "Extinguish the fire! Put out those fires! Quickly withdraw!" Because he was too excited, his voice was a little broken. He ran to the high platform, ignoring the burning firewood, waved his arms and kicked his legs, and knocked off all the firewood that had been laid.

Lun Mang only felt a chill go straight to his forehead, and shivered in shock, he almost rushed over at the fastest speed and kicked away the firewood with the old man. Others also reacted, and no matter what it was, they just followed suit.

Those who were farther away could not see the situation around the fire pond, and only listened to the movement and guessed what happened. Although they couldn't see clearly, they could feel the familiar power from fire.

Inside the fire pond, the flames that became bright white and translucent rose up, and from the top, turned into white mist, like a dragon emerging from the water, rushing out of the fire pond.

The surrounding temperature is lower.

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

Yang Sui couldn't see what was going on below, and he didn't get up either, but just looked up at the sky, and then his face, which was stiff as a stone, cracked, with an expression that seemed to be both happy and surprised.

The sky seems to be raining a little...

Below, around the fire pond, the white mist vacated like a long dragon, first just hovering around the fire pond, and then as the body increased, the circle became wider and wider, and the people standing near the fire pond could not help but retreat.

They are not sure what such a change represents, but there is a faint guess in their hearts, a guess that even they can't believe.

As the misty dragon circled, wherever it passed, the wooden stakes that built the high platform, and the piles of firewood that had not been lit or had been extinguished, all seemed to be covered with a layer of hoarfrost.

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

Taking a deep breath, I can still feel a refreshing coolness, without the smell of sand and dust, which makes people shocked, and it feels like the whole person has been poured into a bucket of ice water.

Because of such a change, the rest of the Rain Tribe were dumbfounded. They didn't know what it meant, and they didn't know how to react now, and the leader didn't speak.

"Yes...is it...begging for rain...successful?" Someone stuttered and asked the people around.

Others wanted to refute because of their past experiences, but after seeing the scene over there, they also kept their mouths shut. (To be continued)