Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Chapter 178 The Chorus

Sun rise.

It seems that this is another day similar to yesterday, but for some people in this grassland, it is different from yesterday.

For example, those in the Feng tribe who want to exchange things with the expedition team are thinking about what to take and what to exchange; for example, those who have been guarding the air, they can rest today, and there will usually be flying birds to catch Take the livestock they raised, and today, there is a bigger bird in the sky, and they don't see the figures that usually give them headaches; for example, an old man living in the tourist area of ​​Feng tribe.

For Lao Hoi, today is a special day. On this day every year, he will come to the top of the mountain, move to a certain direction, worship and pray, and sing.

I don't know since when, his ancestors set such a rule, on this day every year, come here to pray and sing, to remember those words that have been handed down from a very early age, and the words that no one knows when they say it. tribe name. Lao Ho is also used to coming here at this time of year, inheriting the will of his ancestors, and fulfilling the wishes of his ancestors and himself.

Every time at this time, that magical dream would appear in Lao Hoi's mind. Every detail is very clear, including the rising flames, and the double horns surrounded by flames. It seems to be the same as what the ancestors said. Sometimes, he can't even tell whether it is in a dream or reality, whether it is his fantasy or real existence.

Do tribes still exist? Whenever there was such doubt, he would stand here praying, singing, and strengthening his beliefs.

Many tourists don't understand his behavior, and some people will pity him. He doesn't care, just insists and likes to sing like this. Whenever this time, he will forget all the anguish and troubles. Put aside other worries, just here, sing all day.

today. He is also the same as in previous years, with a straw bag filled with barbecue. A kettle, walking towards the mountain.

The mountains within the Feng tribe's territory are not high. This is already the highest place. He wanted to go to a higher mountain, but let's not say whether he can climb the mountain alive, and it is not the Feng tribe's territory. Probably haven't waited for him yet. was killed as an intruder.

Standing on the green top of the mountain, Lao Hoi took a deep breath, and, like in previous years, opened his voice and sang a song.

The singing spread from the top of the mountain to other places, and people nearby heard it, but they didn't care at all. People sing every day, and as for what they sing and how they sing, they don't care at all. Still doing things for myself.

"Since the beginning of the world, we have our ancestors. When the tribe rose. The hunting industry was the first, the spring warmed up, the ice and snow had disappeared, the birds and beasts danced happily, the birds and beasts roared together, hunting warriors, glad to go away..."

Lao Ho stood alone on the top of the mountain,

Facing one direction, singing and singing. He suddenly heard a second voice, and someone joined him in singing. And sing the same song as him. He sang the "Hunting Song" handed down by his ancestors. It was also the only song he knew, and he didn't even know the songs that people from the Feng tribe often sang.

Because there is only one song, when everyone sings, Lao Ho also often sings, and some people around him can sing a few lines with him even if they don't know how. It's just, I don't know why, what other people sings and what Lao Hoo sings are obviously the same song, but it gives people a completely different feeling. The former sang as if in mourning, and the more they sang, the more sorrowful they became, while the latter sang more and more loudly and with high spirits.

Perhaps, only the people of the Yanjiao tribe can sing such a tragic song so heroically.

So, when Lao Ho heard someone singing along with him at first, he just thought it was someone nearby, he didn't turn around, he still stood there and continued to sing.

But soon, he discovered that the other party actually followed after such a long song. Not only that, but the other party could sing better than himself. As for why he could hear it, why would he still need to ask? The other party sang was not as low as others sang, but it made Lao Ho feel even more excited. Obviously some of the tones were different from what he remembered, but it made Lao Ho have a feeling: This song should be sung like this.

The other party was behind him, and Lao Ho wanted to turn around to see who it was and where he was. However, Lao Hoi did not look back, he had to finish singing this song, otherwise it would be disrespectful to the ancestors.

"...For the sake of the prey, I have to travel every day, go deep into the mountainside, return from hunting with no empty load, and have the ability to identify animal tracks..."

Singing and singing, Lao Hoi was immersed in such a wonderful state again. He saw a pair of horns with flames, which seemed to be close at hand, but could not be touched.

After singing the entire "Hunting Song", Lao Hoi still hasn't recovered from that state. After waiting for about half an hour, Lao Hoi gradually regained his senses. Thinking of the person who sang with him just now, Lao Ho turned around and looked over, but what he saw was a young man he had never seen before.

"Hey, which kid are you from? How come you are here?" Lao Ho asked.

"Huh?" Shao Xuan was even more puzzled, "Have you ever seen someone like me?"

"Who are you? What's your name?" Lao Ho asked after drinking some water.

"My name is Shao Xuan." After thinking about it, Shao Xuan added: "Flaming Horn Tribe."

Lao Hoi glanced at Shao Xuan, his eyes seemed to say: You said something nonsense.

After drinking water and resting for a while, Lao Ho greeted Shao Xuan, "No matter where you come from, come and sing with me again."

Shao Xuan: "..." That's it?

After experiencing Yan Shuo's strong and exciting reaction before, Shao Xuan really didn't know how to deal with such a calm one. So he walked over and sang another song with Lao Ho.

After singing the second time, Lao Hoi sat on the ground and rested for a while.

"Where did you come from?" Lao Ho asked at this time.

"I followed the expedition team over there." Shao Xuan replied.

"Huh? You are not afraid of danger. Those teams who travel far are not very good-natured. You should have met a good person this time." Lao Ho said.

"Why did you face that direction when you sang just now?" Shao Xuan asked.

"You don't know?!" Lao Ho looked at Shao Xuan with reproachful eyes: "That is the home of our tribe! Remember, don't forget it in the future!"

After chatting with Lao Ho for a while, Shao Xuan knew why Lao Ho came to sing here.

It seems that every member of the Yanjiao tribe is very persistent and lives in their own way. Keep the faith in your heart.

Lao Ho's son was gone, his daughter-in-law ran away, and his wife was at home with his young and sick grandson. There is only one day in the year when Lao Hoi comes here to sing. Last year, I brought my grandson with me, but unfortunately, my grandson was seriously ill these days, so Lao Hoi came alone. . There are many people on the grassland. Sick, sick, gone.

After resting for a while, Lao Hoi started singing again, pulling Shao Xuan to sing along. He always felt that when he sang with Shao Xuan, he was very energetic and had a feeling of excitement, like a hunting warrior who was going to go out immediately.

Over and over, Shao Xuan sang along with the old man.

The sun rises from the beginning. It wasn't until it gradually started to fall that Lao Hoi really stopped.

After singing, it's time to go back.

Lao Ho and Shao Xuan went down the mountain together. He also asked about Shao Xuan's next plan. He heard that Shao Xuan was going to the middle, but Lao Ho did not agree.

"It's too far, it's too dangerous, how can you, a little boy with little ability, go to the middle with those far-travelers? The middle is more dangerous than other places. I advise you to go back to where you used to live, maybe It's not a good life, but at least I can live. There is hope in living. Seeing that you are very strong, you should come to live well... If you really can't find a place. You can stay with me, although life on the grassland is difficult. But Compared with those who are drifting everywhere, it is much better." Lao Hoe advised.

"It's okay, don't worry, I have the ability to protect myself." Shao Xuan said.

"Young man, don't think that if you have more strength, you can run around everywhere. Although we have more strength, we are still very weak compared to those totem warriors."

"But I'm a totem warrior."

"……what?"

"I said, I'm a totem warrior, or an intermediate... Hey, be careful!"

Before Shao Xuan finished speaking, he saw the old man twist his feet and roll down the hillside. If Shao Xuan hadn't grabbed the man quickly, the old man would probably have rolled farther, or even hit those raised bumps. Stone.

Lao Ho was carried back from the mountain by Shao Xuan. His foot was sprained, but fortunately there were no other injuries.

Lao Ho's wife was taking care of his little grandson at home. When he saw the person who was brought back by Shao Xuan, he hurried up to check on Lao Ho's injury.

"It's okay, it's just a twisted foot. Hey, Shao Xuan, hurry up, where did you just say? Continue! Who else is in the tribe? What did the witch teach you?" The problem, regardless of the injury on the foot, let Shao Xuan continue to talk about the Yanjiao tribe.

After placing Lao Ho on the wooden bed and applying the medicine again, Shao Xuan said, "I thought you would have known it earlier, so calm."

"How did I know that you really came from the Yanjiao tribe, and I thought you were a tourist." Speaking of this, Lao Ho himself couldn't help laughing, but he misunderstood.

In the past, when there were friendly exchanges between several tribes on the grassland, he went there with him and saw tourists like him. The brothers and sisters would tell each other about their distress, then come back and continue their lives.

Everyone hopes to return to the tribe one day, but generation after generation, from birth to death, has not achieved this desire.

Lao Hoi once thought that maybe this is the case in his life. His grandfather, grandfather's grandfather, and some earlier ancestors were all on this grassland, helping the tribes here, living here, all I don't know how long I have lived, but the only thing that is still there is to pass on the words and the things that must be known through the mouths of generations.

"Because we have lived here for a long time, the people are good, the strength is strong, and the work is diligent. The people of the tribe treat us a little bit more, just like the people of the Feng tribe, sometimes they even let me help herd, so , let the tribe not worry, we can still hold on! Waiting for the day when the tribe returns!"

"You can herd?" Shao Xuan asked.

"Yes, this has been done a long time ago."

"Do you know how to raise those livestock?" Shao Xuan asked again.

"Of course it will. Those of us who live on the steppe will."

Shao Xuan thought to himself, talent. If this were the people on the other side of the river, the livestock would be given to them, and they would go into the pot when they were raised. (To be continued)

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