Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Not long after the three men entered, Shao Xuan heard the sound of obscenity and the endorsement of the old slave who had stunned eyes.

In many desert cities, some slave owners are reluctant to look at the records left by the ancestors. They can't bear to remember, and they must be treated with care and can't be damaged. Over time, fewer and fewer people are going to see the ancestors.

Later, there were slave owners who had arranged their own slaves to look at those records, and ordered them to memorize all the records they had read. When did he want to know what, the slaves responsible for it were given Skilled to recite it.

Thus, there is such a class of slaves who are specifically responsible for remembering, and their full responsibility is to carry all the records for their masters.

These people are like living notes, slave owners can always take them, want to know what they need to ask, and even arbitrarily fight.

Listening to the sound of the next door, Shao Xuan Xindao who sneaked into the stone room: The two people are still very high-spirited, while they are messing around, and listening to books, hehe!

However, the old slave, the voice did not have any ups and downs, calm, very unaffected by the influence of the two, more calm than Shao Xuan, I do not know if it is too deep experience.

For the chaotic relationship between the slave owners, Shao Xuan did not have time to think more. There were many animal skin rolls, wooden rolls, cloth rolls, etc. in the stone room, which made Shao Xuan very excited. Finally found!

Looked at the above classification, there is smelting related, Shao Xuan looked for it. These notes are very old, and some even have to be broken because they are not properly preserved.

This is a description of the nuclear species, and also where the smelted ore came from. Similar to Shao Xuan’s thought, the stone will be placed around the nuclear species. It will change over time and become ore. The stones are different from the nuclear species. The method of smelting is different because the metals can be different. . The better the stone quality, the shorter the time required and the higher the metal content.

Shao Xuan looked at the smelting methods described in it. The failures and successes were recorded. Looking at these records, Shao Xuan felt that the ancestors of the slave owners had long been exposed to smelting, not by themselves. And keep trying to get it.

In this regard, Shao Xuan has to find the origins of the slave owners, about their more distant "history."

However, probably too long, Shao Xuan really could not find a place to put it, and looked at a lot and did not find what he wanted.

At this time, the man and the girl next door were finished, laughing and leaving.

Shao Xuan put down the things in his hand, short stature hiding behind the stone shelves.

The curtain of the stone room door was opened, and Shao Xuan heard the footsteps of the stone room. Not light, every step is slow. This is the footsteps of the blind old slave.

Shao Xuan heard the voice of the old slave pouring water and drinking water. He seemed to think of something. The old slave sighed and then got up and walked over to the side where Shao Xuan was hiding.

Sunlight came in through the window, Shao Xuan can see the other side's elongated shadow getting closer and closer, silently taking out the short knife in his hand.

When the other party left five meters away from him, Shao Xuan suddenly got up and crossed two big steps. He immediately came to the old slave of the blind, and the blade of the short knife was drawn to the throat of the old slave. However, Shao Xuan stopped his hand before scribing.

Looking at the old slave who was still calm, Shao Xuan did not remove the knife and carefully looked at the person.

There are no other people outside the stone, and in the stone room, only Shao Xuan and this blind old slave.

It's a bit wrong.

"You are not afraid?" Shao Xuan whispered.

"Why are you afraid?" The old slave voice was flat.

"You are not calling people?" Shao Xuan asked again.

"Why is it called?" The old slave voice is still flat.

Shao Xuan once again looked at this person, his eyes stunned, and there seems to be no power to fight, and even some morbid weakness.

"How did you find me?" Shao Xuan asked.

"Smell. There is the smell of fruit wine." The old slave pointed out seriously.

This Shao Xuan is really surprised. In order to be more concealed, Shao Xuan also changed clothes after sneaking into the palace. The taste of the wine was very weak, and even the guards could not detect it. But now, it is still smelled by this old slave!

Seemingly aware of Shao Xuan’s doubts, the old slave continued: “I’m already familiar with the smell here, and I can detect it with a little change.”

The old slave did not care about Shao Xuan's movements. He also dragged himself over a stool and sat down leisurely, watching as if he would continue to chat with Shao Xuan.

This makes Shao Xuan think that this old slave is wrong to think of other slave owners in the city of Xueyuan? However, the next words of the old slave overthrew Shao Xuan’s speculation.

"What did you sneak into the snowfield city?" The old slave asked, without Shao Xuan's answer, he said: "At this time, sneak into the snowfield city, and also come to the place where the notes are stored... Are you from other cities? ”

Without waiting for Shao Xuan to answer, the old slave shook his head and said: "Should not. I can feel the place you have just seen. You are very interested in the things of the slave owners. The slave owners are mostly interested in the notes of their ancestors. Don't pay attention, if you say so, are you a tribe?"

In this process, Shao Xuan did not answer a word, but the old slave said the answer, or in a gentle tone, no, in the end, the voice of the old slave still has a hint of curiosity and interest. There is no fear or worry.

Is this really a slave to the city of Xueyuan?

"What do you want to know, just ask me directly, you don't have to look at it." The old slave of the blink of an eye said, with the eyes that were so sag, white and muddy, looked at Shao Xuan and waited for Shao Xuan's words.

Shao Xuan thought about it and temporarily took back his knife and asked: "What is the relationship between the slave master and the slave?"

If other people, this will definitely despise the local: nonsense, of course, the relationship between the master and the servant!

However, this blind old slave is not the case.

When I heard Shao Xuan’s question, the old slave thought about it and sighed: “The slave owner and the slave... the slave slave enslaved the slave, just like planting a seed that had no chance to germinate on the land under his jurisdiction. Give them the opportunity to grow, and then the slave owners can harvest the fruit. But there are several barriers around the seed. If the barrier is not released, the seed will be able to germinate successfully, and its growth will be limited. The slave owners will remove the chains. It seems to lift these barriers that block the growth of plants so that they can continue to grow."

"When the slave owner dies, it is equivalent to no one to control the growing plants. What about the barrier? If the luck is good, the slave owner is willing to take over, and the plant can be pulled from the ground and then planted. Until the place where the new slave owner is under the jurisdiction, the size of the plant will not change, and to what extent it will be in the past. However, there will always be a problem with transplanting, and if the plant is transplanted, if there is a problem with this process, For example, the core of the roots is damaged, or there are other irregularities during transplanting. If you have not planted it again, you are already dead. Just as the slave owner has a certain mortality rate, the process of the owner changes. Mistakes, the slave will die."

"So, slaves are like transplanting. There is a risk in it. If you are not lucky, you will not have the chance to continue to grow. Instead, you will bury your life. As for the smashing...not every slave is planted. The seeds can break through the barriers themselves. Even if they break through smoothly, the situation of broken branches and leaves will occur. Seriously, it will even affect the power that was originally acquired. This is the same as the slaves breaking through."

"At the earliest time, the slave owners would not easily dispel the chains on the slaves, unless they were slaves for generations, and they were all loyal slaves. The slave owners would remove the chains for them. But then, in order to fight for, fight, war, unlock It has become commonplace."

Shao Xuan listened to the answer of the old slave and wrote down these words while marveling at the knowledge that the old slave had learned. It seems that this old slave really knows a lot.

The blind old slave in front of him is only a low-ranking slave. Regardless of his strength, he is not as good as other low-ranking slaves. At such a young age, he is still sick, and a low-ranking slave can kill him with his bare hands. But it is such a person, remembering the notes kept in almost half of the stone room. And, after summing up these things, I told Shao Xuan with more simple words.

"Be confident, arrogant, arrogant, don't put other people in the eyes, self-righteous, if you continue this way, you will eventually go to destruction." In the end, the old slaves sighed, "The beggar slaves have become more and more too much."

The old slave even recited a sinful slave, written by the slave owners of the snowfield, which listed the higher-ranking slaves of the rebellious influence of the snowy city in the past thousand years. The writers will be those high-ranking The slaves said that the ten evils, the ungratefulness, the wolf heart and the dog lungs, got the ability from the slave owner, and even chose to rebel, it is simply not enough.

Undoubtedly, every slave in "Sin Slave" died very badly, but when the old slave said it, it was a pity.

Unfortunately, the slaves who betrayed the slave owners failed to succeed? Still unfortunately other? Shao Xuan is not known.

Seeing the old slaves continued to be a pity that the slaves went, Shao Xuan quickly pulled back the topic.

"How much do you know about the tribe's fire?" Shao Xuan asked.

"Fire is really a word worth remembering." The old slave paused and seemed to recall the memory of a long time ago. "I don't know much about this. I only know that the tribe's fire is weakening. You tribes also seem to be Looking for a solution."

The old slave could not answer more questions about the type of fire. Shao Xuan was somewhat disappointed, but the old slave knew this and it was already very good.

"If the slave owners of Xueyuan City can save the records left by their ancestors, maybe you can find the answer you want, but unfortunately... the damage is too much!" The old slave was very emotional.

Shao Xuan's face has changed, is it really necessary to find fault? I know that I have dug a pit there, and I still jump inside? Shao Xuan really hesitated.

Without the question about the type of fire, Shao Xuan asked a question he had been puzzled: "Slave owner, where is it from?"

"From the sea." The old slave said.

Shao Xuan: "..." You are my idiot?