Chapter 480 (1/2)

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Their ancestors killed their way here to get their own piece of territory. It had been centuries. The houses, fields, every corner of the village held precious memories passed down generations. Every place was filled with history.

When they heard that they had to pack up and leave, the tribesmen were shocked. All they could do was follow instructions and pack mechanically. When they snapped back to reality, they started discussing.

When they heard that the great six was targeting them, they were all furious. Some warriors yelled that they wanted to attack the cities themselves. When Duo Kang heard this, he smacked the guy.

“You think we’re scared? Nonsense! Why would us, Flaming Horn, be afraid of the arrogant slave masters? We’re leaving because we’re going back!” said Duo Kang loudly.

Everyone paused.

Back?

Back where?

What did he mean?

The warrior who was smacked to the ground said, stunned, “Boss, aren’t we here? Back where?”

“We’re going back to where our ancestors came from.” Duo Kang left to survey the people at the foot of the hill. The entire tribe was antsy. To prevent the scuffles due to restless warriors unable to hunt, he had to control the situation.

The warrior, crouching on the ground with a bruised face, watched as Duo Kang left. He thought about what he said.

Where did their ancestors come from?

Where did they… Shao Xuan! Apparently Shao Xuan was from that place. Does that mean they’ll be returning to the origin of Flaming Horn?!

Xiang Chen and his people, who had just arrived, were initially already depressed due to the sea not freezing over. Then, after hearing the awful rumours, they were all ready to fight to the end against these city folk. This was an unexpected twist.

The Flaming Horn people were sick. Xiang Chen’s parents told him a long time ago, no one usually talked about it. If outsiders told them they were sick, he would definitely say, “No YOU’RE sick. You’re ALL sick.”

But this was reality. While he yelled at them, Xiang Chen would also wonder when they’d recover.

Their opportunity was here. Although he didn’t know what the shamaness planned, since the chief and shamaness both decided to leave, he would leave too.

“What should we do with the duck house?” The keeper couldn’t bear to leave the ducks so he went to ask Shao Xuan.

“Just leave it there. Leave the duck house for them. They’ll leave if they want to.” These ducks were too normal, the tribe would rather hunt a few fearsome beasts out there than slaughter these too. Bringing them along would just be inconvenient. They had already paid their rent in eggs.

“We found a few eggs today, what should we do with them?”

“Cook them and bring it along.”

“The green duck?”

“Just leave it here.”

The bronze cauldron had already been melted into other wares like pots and woks and distributed to tribesmen. No one wanted to throw them away so they brought them with. The raw salt was successfully cooked and processed, then distributed. The shamaness sent people to guard the remaining salt.

Shao Xuan had experienced one major migration, this was his second. This was different though. This time, there were many enemies watching. Perhaps it might not be a smooth journey.

Shao Xuan and Zheng Luo talked about their path. They could not use the path Xiang Chen used either. Other people must have seen them and would have planted attackers there waiting. This path passed several cities for convenience of obtaining supplies. Right now, they had to avoid all cities. That meant Shao Xuan’s initial path was a lot safer because it avoided most densely populated areas. While the forest was dangerous, it was the shortest path. With so many people, they could work together to fight off any beasts.

“I’ll use this path.” zheng Luo pointed at the map Shao Xuan drew. “Send scouts to survey the conditions, then clear a path.”

That night, as most of the tribe had trouble falling asleep, Shao Xuan dreamt. He saw the first shaman of the tribe but couldn’t see the face, only a faint shape. Shao Xuan had a feeling about who this person was. The legendary, most powerful shaman. The original owner of the six bone ornaments.

In his dream, he saw the shaman walking across a long walkway to a distance.

It was a familiar walkway.

It was very dark around. He heard the sound of flowing water.

There was a huge, dark patch moving slowly next to him. A giant beast that lived in the ocean.

Shao Xuan’s eyes sprung open, he was still in a daze but he remembered everything in the dream. Other than the faint silhouette, he remembered every detail.

The sky brightened, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the window.

He got up and washed himself. Wiping his face, he went to the shamaness after a haphazard breakfast.

It was early but the shamaness wasn’t in her house. She stood next to the fire pit, spaced out.

She couldn’t sleep that night. She had been standing by the pit all night. Although she looked calm, there was an obvious shadow beneath her eyes. Under her heavy lids, her eyes were bloodshot.