Chronicles of Primordial Wars

"Bring them to me! Stop it!"

The leader shouted and rushed over here.

Before he was planning to look at the jokes next to him, he was not close, but after seeing them as a pedestrian, he regretted his face.

This is the face of playing this new leader, this kind of behavior is simply a provocation! Offend the gods!

But think about it, it seems... probably... as if... the ancestors really did not say what kind of person must be used as a witch.

However, Yang Lan’s behavior is indeed a provocation to the ancestors. In his opinion, it is extremely unlucky behavior.

When the new leader yelled at people, Yang Lan and his party had already embarked on the steps of the altar for the rain ceremony.

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

Chasing here, screaming at the fist, and almost vomiting blood, did not pull the knife and slashed over to Yang. If Yang Lan did not set foot on the altar, he would really kill the pedestrian on the spot, and no one in the tribe would say anything about him. However, these people's movements are too fast, he is a step later.

The sterilized knife-like eyes swept and swept toward the nine people who stepped forward to the high platform. He still took a step back, not close to the fire pit, afraid of getting suffocated. Now he can't move his hand, but when the ceremony is over... Yang Lan, wait for death! Sacrifice the gods with your blood!

Yang Lan did not look back to see the reaction of the tribe, but listening to the sound below, he would know what his end would be. At this point, he regrets again, perhaps, should give up before then, so that the tribes will not be so reacted, he is most worried about, follow these friends, relatives.

Thinking, unconsciously. Yang’s steps were hesitant and slowed down.

At this time, Yang Lan heard the words from the back.

"Come. You can't go back and keep going!" This is the voice of the mother.

"We are coming up. There is no plan to go back." This is the mother of Mi Fu.

"Don't worry, we are with you." This is Mi Fu.

Although others did not say anything, but Yang Yan listened to follow their own footsteps and knew their choice.

Yang Lan held the back of the oxtail's hand, because too much force and blue ridges. After a short pause, lift your foot up again.

In the rain-seeking ceremony, on the high platform, the artifacts, decorations, and ceremonies have been prepared. In addition, when you ask for rain, you need to have a prescribed rain dance and the necessary message "curse." Whether it's asking for a rain dance or a message, you need someone who has a music and naturally needs to play.

Originally, Yang Yang invited a large number of foreign currency, but when Yang Lan went to the high platform, he found that his father, uncle, grandfather with his body... are all on top.

I saw the squatting there. Yang Lan’s father held the Diabolo used in his hand and smiled at Yang Yan.

Come, I have no plans to go on.

perhaps. Without waiting for the ceremony to end, the tribes will set up firewood and ignite the fire on this high platform.

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

Hey!梆梆梆

The rhythmic music sounded.

Yang Lan took the oxtail on his hand and looked at the high rain stone in the middle of Gaotai. He closed his eyes. There has never been such a moment, he is so expecting the sky to rain. It is the next few drops.

Although he has always suspected the ancestors, he questioned the gods. I have been licking 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 Yan respectfully, his hands put the oxtail on the rain stone. A pair of sleeves.

The wide sleeves are somewhat harder due to the material, not as elegant as the gauze ribbons, but as the hand swings, the wooden nut bells tied to the sleeves sway with the arms and make a squeaking sound.

The jump of the nine dancers and the twisting of the limbs made the snoring more dense, such as the sound of the rain hitting the ground.

The rain tribe's rain dance has a feature that requires dancing on the face.

For many tribes, it is not unusual to dance to face and dance occasionally. However, the rain tribe is different, their sacrifice dance, the dancers need to always look up and face the sky. The gods of the rain they worship are naturally in the sky. They want to pray, wish, and talk about the desires of the tribes. They hope to have their blessings, disasters and disasters, and of course they look up at the sky with respect.

And Yang Lan also used this opportunity to observe the movement of the sky.

Although the wind and sand are flying, the eyes can't be big and easy to be eye-catching, but Yang Lan can still see the change of the sky, which is his ability different from other people. He is relying on this to speculate on the weather.

No rain!

There is no sign of rain!

Yang Yan continued to bite his teeth. He knew that he was different from other people. This is the capital he has always been proud of. Perhaps, he can really break the deadlock and do things that the ancestors could not do? If you work harder, it may be faster. You don't need heavy rain. Just drop two drops. Just two drops.

Gradually, he felt that the strength of the body was being pulled away and he could feel the change of the fire.

Although there is still no rain in the sky, it is a good thing since the fire has changed!

Standing in the rain tribe below, everyone can't see the situation on the high platform a little further, but some people close to the fire pit feel the changes in the fire pit.

When I saw the fire in the fire pond, the color gradually became lighter from the original red. And the surrounding temperature seems to have dropped a bit.

"This...this..." An old man blinked and his face was unbelievable.

The muscles on the tide surface of the river twitched and said: "There was a situation like this in the past when the tiger asked for rain, but in the end it did not succeed."

The sharp eyes of an old man on the side swept over and saw that the river scalp was numb, and what he wanted to say, had to close his mouth. Although there are many people who support them, there are also people who are neutral. These people don't care who is a witch. They care about whether they can succeed in asking for rain.

However, not long after, as the river tide said, the fire with a lighter color and lower temperature began to return to its original state.

Looking forward to the success of the rain, the eyes of disappointment.

The rain is rushing, even if you can't see the change of the fire, you can feel that the heart is already cold and half. Even if you are mentally prepared, it is still very disappointing at this time.

Just like after the hysterical barking, I found that people who want to wake up just yawned and went to sleep.

Not reconciled, but useless.

The dance of the rain is almost over.

After the fire has become shallower, the original fire color is restored.

Standing in the tide of the river below, I flashed the color and looked at the big bundle of big firewood piled up in the fire pit not far away. I was so excited that I couldn’t wait to laugh out. He now only wants the rain service ceremony on the high platform. Hurry up, as soon as he is over, he will be able to set fire on the high platform!

At this moment, at the border of the rain tribe, Shao Xuan, who stayed in the wooden house, was puzzled to observe a new pattern in the egg-shaped "shell" in his mind.

The new pattern Shao Xuan has seen here, and the totem is engraved outside the wooden house where they live.

This is the totem of the rain tribe!

Just like the totem of the tribe, it is not as big as the totem of the Yanjiao tribe, but only on the side, close to the "egg shell". (To be continued)