Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Slaves with their wrists tied to vines, barely wore anything on them, even if they wore them, the hides of the animals were broken and rotten, and could not cover much.

So in the sun, one sun darkened, his lips dried, he described it as dead, and he walked barefoot on the ground. There are some wounded slaves, not well treated, the wounds have rotted, and there are some smelling flying bugs surrounding them, following them all the way.

“Where did those slaves go?” Shao Xuan asked. He did not ask, other people would not explain, of course, to speak voluntarily, even if others laughed at him, Shao Xuan did not care, as long as he knew what he wanted to know.

As soon as Shao Xuan asked, some people laughed, but others answered, whether they said it in a derisive tone or not, Shao Xuan just needed to know the answer.

“To the place where the slave owner is, of course.” Someone said.

“Where do the slave owners live? That's where we're going this time?” Shao Xuan asked.

“What, scared?” One of the Tianshan tribes said, with contempt on his face.

Shao Xuan did not speak. He looked at the sky, looked at the surroundings, looked back at the landscape he had come all the way to, and said, "Slave owners, it doesn't seem to be a good place to live.” If we keep moving forward, we might go to the desert. Slavers live in the desert? This makes Shao Xuan curious.

Although he knew that the slave owners would stay a little far away from the large tribes in the centre, he had no idea that they would run into arid and barren areas.

“Bad?” said an older middle-aged man next to the leaves. “They're doing great! A bad life is just a slave. ”

That's true. Slave owners, naturally servants.

Suddenly, a slave from the long slave corps broke free of the vines and ran towards Shao Xuan. Though it looks like it's just a skinny look, it runs a little faster and doesn't show the weakness.

Some of the slave squad screamed and looked at the running people, and the running black slave who could not see the appearance and hair fluttered, while running towards Shao Xuan, he shouted at them with a mute voice that looked like he could pull out blood, probably wanted to ask this side for help, Shao Xuan could see the light of hope in his eyes.

Pfft!

A sharpened piece of wood pierced the running body, the blood dropped to the ground, and the light in the eyes of the slave quickly faded and faded.

A man with a whip in the skin of a beast walks towards the slave of the end. On his forehead, there was a tattoo like the word "Tai".

“The word 'Tai' is Slave.” Someone on the team said. The tone was calm and there were no emotional fluctuations as a result of seeing a slave just killed.

Slaves also have a hierarchy, and lower slaves do not have any titles, and higher slaves start with "Taiwan" because they are stabbed in the forehead with a tattoo similar to the word "Taiwan", known as “Taiwan". When it comes to strength, they are equivalent to the average junior Totem warrior among the Totem warriors.

Whoever becomes a slave, their initial goal is to become a “Taiwanese" slave, so it is enough to gain the same power as a Totem warrior.

The word "Tai" is the lowest of the higher slaves, above the word "Tai”, and the word "servant”. There are also some "servants” in this slave corps, but they don't take whips, they carry knives, they don't look and they don't care, it seems harmless, but as long as they do it, it will be blood stained, and then there will be no single slave involved. So, when the slave escaped, the "servant” just glanced casually, some didn't even lift his head, continue to rush, anyway, there is a lower level of "Taiwan" slave to solve.

The typo slave walked toward the fallen slave, his eyes glanced at Shao Xuan on their side, no vigilance, no concern, no other extra emotions, numbness, cold and hard as a knife, when looking at the lower slave, it was no different from looking at other dead things.

Lie down, reach out one hand and grab the feet of slaves who have lost their breath on the ground and drag them back to the team.

The ground leaves a long bloodstain due to dragging.

The typo slave dragged the dead slave back to the line, waved his arms and threw whoever was in his hand into the ranks of the lower slaves. Then, Shao Xuan saw, those slaves who were strapped to their wrists and described as dead, racing to get over it.

“Well... that's...” Ray stumbled.

Until eight, an indifferent voice said: "They are grabbing food. ”

Tie your wrists, but your fingers are still moving, your arms are still moving, and your legs and feet are moving. They're grabbing food, even though "food" is people like them, and if they don't, they're likely to starve to death, eat to survive.

When Shao Xuan and the others were silent, Tianshan tribes said, “Can't you see? If you can't see it, you can save the next two slaves. If you get any closer, you can do it in time. ”

Seeing the reaction of other people in the team, Shao Xuan knows that there are other things they don't know. These people, looking at the eyes of slaves, are mostly disgusted.

It is true that many Tutten warriors despise slaves and feel they are boneless and betray their ancestors, but they are not as hateful as those in the ranks, especially those who are not eight, even in their eyes.

Shao Xuan learned the reason from Quzhi. A few years ago, some of the less than eight people encountered similar events, rescued several low-level slaves and cut off several "Taiwan" slaves along the way.

“In fact, the first eight people were secretive, disguised, and should not have been discovered, but they were discovered. Before she left, a young girl from Lesser Eight gave a piece of meat to a slave who saw a spider on her body. Later, the slave failed to escape, was caught and snitched. Shortly afterwards, almost all of the men who made the move were killed while travelling with friends and elders.” The trick says.

More than a dozen of the less than eight people were killed, including even high-ranking Tutten fighters, and more than thirty of the “Taiwanese" and at least four of the "servants" attacked their slaves. If it were a single pair, even the word "servant" would be equivalent to the level of an ordinary intermediate Totem warrior, so as not to achieve such a tragic result, but these slaves, almost suicidal attacks, wounding enemies twenty or thirty self-inflicting one hundred things, they did not blink their eyes, wounding enemies one hundred self-inflicting damage, they did the same.

Slaves, just tools. Tools are gone, and one more thing is, the slave owners don't care.

“After that, the less than eight killed slaves, high or low, all of them, leaving no one alive and giving no chance to snitch.” Quzhu looked at Shao Xuan three people, “there are actually a lot of things like that, almost every tribe has encountered. Remember, those slaves can betray their beliefs and their ancestors and betray anyone. ”

“Including betraying their owners?” Shao Xuan asked.

“... depends on whether they dare or not. Different slave owners, their slaves will be different, you will know when you see more.” The curve.

After the departure of the slave corps, their journey also continued, while the devoured slave left only one bloody stain and a few unbearable bones. Some rotten insects surround themselves, feeding on this last "meal”.

Behind Shao Xuan they no longer met the slave corps, walking a different path.

The further forward Shao Xuan can clearly feel the dryness of the air.

The surrounding grass is much sparser. The flora and fauna are far less pathetic than elsewhere. The thin, thin grass on the ground also dried up.

Another five days in a row, some of the people on the team have already begun to shrivel.

“A little further forward, there will be a tribe where we can rest for a few days.” An elderly man said.

When you hear that, young people are shocked, "There are tribes? There are tribes in this place? What's your name?”

“Rain tribe.” Someone answered in place.

Shao Xuan looked at the clear sky. Rain tribe.

I wonder how Yangtze got along. Has he succeeded to the position of Witch of the Rain Tribe?