Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Why did the tribesmen take salt so seriously?

Without salt, one still could survive. However, it became a necessity when there was salt.

It didn’t matter if it was this side or the other side, the tribe believed salt made them stronger. It aided in a healthy body and mind, was a gift from the heavens and life was only worth living with salt.

Tribes fought over territory, prey and many matters, salt was one of them.

Wacha said this salt mine was discovered centuries ago. The first people who discovered the mines could not secure it for themselves, and the entire tribe suffered for it. They had to move to the cities in the end. They had no choice. They could not fend off other tribes and to prevent even more attacks, they had to run.

After that, the salt wars escalated. The Flaming Horn tribe did not want to let this piece of meat go either, and in the end squeezed everyone out, taking a spot for themselves. However, even with their strength, it was impossible to keep it for themselves. They were a small tribe of less than one thousand. Them being able to take a spot as attributed to their own capabilities and Taihe tribe’s help. The Flaming Horns had always remembered this favour and that was why Taihe and Flaming Horn maintained trade relations all these years.

As the centuries passed, the fight over salt never stopped. However, the five tribes remained in their spots, as if they had united in the frontlines so no outsider could even set foot inside. With such a unanimous decision, it looked to outsiders like the five tribes had some agreement. In reality, there was a secret.

Perhaps the salt in this mine was different because of the fire crystals. There was so much salt. How much fire crystals were there?

“The chief said to move in three days right?” asked Wacha.

Due to his injuries, Zheng Luo did not want Wacha to come this time. He did not invite Wacha to the meeting and kept the weapon meant for him. Zheng Luo would give it to him when he recovered.

“Yeah. In three days, we will leave with the Taihe tribe.”

Wacha scratched his head. He did not want to miss this. “I’m going to talk to the chief. I’m mostly recovered, I can definitely go with everyone in three days!”

Wacha hurried up the mountain but Shao Xuan did not follow. He walked to the duck house.

Pushing the door open, Shao Xuan saw the fat duck covering eggs with its wings. These eggs must be quite hardy or this fat duck would have crushed them already.

Shao Xuan talked over, ignoring the duck ruffling its feathers aggressively. “Lift your wings. I want to see how many eggs you’ve taken.”

The fat duck did not move, it was hesitant.

“I’m not taking them, I just want to see how many,” said Shao Xuan.

The fat duck retracted its wings begrudgingly.

“Get up and stand aside. You’re blocking most of the eggs, how can I see?” Shao Xuan gestured to the side.

The fat duck moved unwillingly.

Shao Xuan counted. Thirty-one eggs. They varied in colours and sizes, all from different nests. However, they were all taking so long to hatch. The rest of the eggs outside were already hatched into ducklings.

“Work hard and they’ll hatch soon.”

When he stepped out of the duck house, Shao Xuan realised snow was falling lightly.

Snow came early this year. He hoped there would not be a snowstorm on the day of battle.