Chronicles of Primordial Wars

"Stop them to me! Stop them!"

The leader, Luan Mang, shouted and rushed towards this side.

Before, he planned to watch the joke by the side and didn't get close, but after seeing Yang Sui and the others, his face turned blue with regret.

This is hitting his new leader in the face, this kind of behavior is simply provoking the ancestors! Offend the gods!

But thinking about it, it seems...probably...it seems...the ancestors really didn't say what kind of person must be used as a witch.

However, Yang Sui's behavior is indeed a provocation to the ancestors. In his view, it is extremely unlucky behavior.

When the new leader, Luan Mang, called, Yang Sui and his party had already stepped on the steps of the altar of the rain-seeking ceremony.

Once you set foot on this high platform, it means that the prayer for rain begins.

Luan Mang, who had chased here, clenched his fists so hard that he almost vomited blood, so he didn't draw his knife and slashed towards Yang Sui. If Yang Sui hadn't set foot on the altar, he would have killed this group of people on the spot, and no one in the tribe would have said anything about him. However, these people's actions were too fast, and he was a step too late after all.

The poisoned knife-like eyes swept and swept over the nine people who were walking towards the high platform step by step, but Lu Mang took a step back and did not approach the fire pond, for fear of getting bad luck. Now he can't move, but when the ceremony is over... Yang Sui, wait to die! Sacrifice the gods with your blood!

Yang Sui didn't look back to see the tribal people's reaction, but after listening to the voice below, he knew what would happen to him. At this time, he regretted it again. Perhaps, he should have given up before that, so that the tribesmen would not react like this. What he was most worried about was the friends and relatives who followed him.

thinking, unknowingly. Yang Sui's steps were hesitant and slowed down.

At this moment, Yang Sui heard the words coming from behind.

"It's here. You can't look back, keep walking!" This was the voice of Yang Sui's mother.

"We came up. We didn't plan to go back." This was Mi Yan's mother.

"Don't worry, we'll accompany you." This is Mi Yan.

Although the others didn't make a sound, Yang Sui listened to follow his footsteps, and knew them and chose.

Yang Sui's blue veins bulged on the back of his hand holding Oxtail because of too much force.

After a short pause, lift your feet up again.

For the rain-seeking ceremony, on the high platform, artifacts, decorations, and guards of honor have been prepared. In addition, when praying for rain, there must be a prescribed rain dance and the necessary congratulatory words "spells". Whether it's a rain dance or a congratulatory speech, there needs to be music, and naturally, people who play.

Originally, Yang Sui used a lot of shell coins to invite people, but when Yang Sui stepped onto the high platform, he found that his father, uncle, and hunched grandfather were all on it.

I saw Yang Sui who was stunned there. Yang Sui's father held the percussion diabolo in his hand and smiled at Yang Sui.

Come, I don't plan to go any further.

perhaps. Without waiting for the ceremony to end, the tribe's people will set up firewood and light a fire under this high platform.

Yang Sui stood on the high platform, looked at the people around him, and gave them a smile, although the smile looked like crying.

dong dong! Bang Bang Bang --

Rhythmic music sounded.

Yang Sui held the oxtail in his hand, looked at the one-person-high rain stone in the middle of the high platform, and closed his eyes. There had never been a moment when he expected so much rain from the sky. Just a few drops will do.

Although he has always doubted the ancestors and questioned the gods. Also slandered many times, but. At this moment, he really hopes that the ancestors and gods can help him this time, just this time. He is willing to pay any price.

Yang Sui respectfully put the oxtail on the rain stone with both hands. Flick the sleeves.

The wide sleeves are a bit stiff due to the material, and are not as elegant as gauze ribbons, but with the wave of the hand, the wooden nut bells tied to the sleeves also swing with the arm, making a rattling sound.

The jumping of the nine dancers and the twisting of their limbs made the clicking sound more intense, like the sound of showers hitting the ground.

The rain dance of the rain tribe has a characteristic, it needs to dance on the back.

For many tribes, it is common and not uncommon to occasionally dance on the back during the sacrificial dance. However, the rain tribe is different, in their sacrificial dance, the dancer needs to always look up and face the sky. The god of rain that they worship is naturally located in the sky. They have to pray to the god, wish, and tell the desires of the tribe, hoping to be blessed by it and eliminate disasters. Of course, they have to look up at the sky reverently.

And Yang Sui also took this opportunity to observe the movement of the sky.

Although the wind and sand were flying, his eyes could not be widened, and it was easy to lose his eyes, but Yang Sui could still see the changes in the sky, which was his ability different from others. He is relying on this to speculate on the weather.

No rain!

There is no sign of rain!

Yang Sui gritted his teeth and continued, he knew that he was different from others, which was the capital he had always been proud of. Maybe he can really break the deadlock and do what the ancestors couldn't do? No matter how hard you work, maybe it will be soon. You don’t need to rain heavily, just two drops will do. Two drops are fine.

Gradually, he felt that the power in his body was being pulled away, and he could feel the changes in the fire.

Although the sky still does not look like it is about to rain, since the fire has changed, it is a good thing!

The members of the Yu tribe standing below could not see the situation on the high platform at all, but some people near the fire pond could feel the changes in the fire pond.

Lun Mang saw the fire in the fire pit, from the original red, the color gradually became lighter. The surrounding temperature seems to have dropped a bit.

"This...this..." An old man rubbed his eyes with a look of disbelief.

The muscles on the tide surface twitched and said, "This happened when Wu Qiuyu was in the past, but it didn't work out in the end."

An old man on the side swept his sharp eyes, and saw that He Chao's scalp was numb, and he had to shut his mouth when he wanted to say something. Although there are many people who support them, there are some who are neutral. These people don't care who is the witch, what they care about is whether they can successfully ask for rain.

However, it didn't take long, just as the river tide said, the fire that had become lighter in color and lower in temperature began to return to its original state.

Those who hope to be successful in begging for rain have a look of disappointment in their eyes.

Yang Sui, who is begging for rain, can feel that even if he can't see the change in the fire, his heart has cooled for the most part. Even if he was mentally prepared, he was still extremely disappointed at this time.

It's like finding someone who wants to wake up after a hysterical roar, just yawns slowly and goes back to sleep.

Disappointing, but useless.

The dance of begging for rain is almost over.

After the fire became lighter, it returned to its normal fire color.

A look of joy flashed in the eyes of the river tide standing below, looking at the large bundles of firewood piled up not far from the fire pond, his hands were shaking with excitement, and he could not wait to laugh wildly. Now, he only hopes for the rain-seeking ceremony on the high platform. End it quickly, as soon as it ends, he can make people set up a fire on the high platform!

At this moment, at the border of the Rain Tribe, Shao Xuan, who was staying in the wooden house, was suspiciously observing a new pattern in the egg-shaped "shell" in his mind.

Shao Xuan had seen the new pattern here. Outside the wooden house where they lived, such a totem was engraved.

This is the totem of the rain tribe!

Just like the totem of the Enchanted Tribe, it is far less big than the totem of the Yanjiao Tribe, and it only appears on the edge, close to the "eggshell". (To be continued)