Chronicles of Primordial Wars

These pancakes are different from the ones Shao Xuan usually eats, and they are stronger and sturdy enough to shoot dead people when they're iron cakes.

Shao Xuan broke a piece from a pancake and felt the force. Without the strength of the Totem Warrior, it would be difficult to break a piece from a thick pancake.

A small piece that was broken down was chewed into his mouth. Shao Xuan felt that this kind of bread cake should be written outside, "Do not use if you have bad teeth”.

“Stiff! But hungry.” Shao Xuan commented.

“This is a necessity for the travellers on our side. Unlike exchange for others, these are homemade for their own use and are generally not traded out. There's not enough food in the place of death to carry these, at least for a while. ”

Yang Xuan handed Shao Xuan a black stone wrapped in bark. "You can also use this. ”

“What's this one?” Shao Xuan felt the wet cool on the black stone, guessing: "Rainstone? ”

“This is indeed a rainstone, but it is not an unusual one. A thousand rainstones can only touch a few of these, and we call it 'Spiritual Rainstone', a gift from the gods, that will allow the tribes to survive the driest season. ”

Shao Xuan touched the surface of this small black stone, and just moments later, the part that touched the leaves already had a moist fog. But without touching the leaves, even if a layer of fog formed, it evaporated.

It has to be said that this is indeed a water-bearing artifact walking in the drylands.

“Thank you." Shao Xuan did not refuse his kindness and repacked the small spiritual rain stone with leaves and put it in a clean leather bag.

“You don't have to thank me. If it weren't for you, I'd be burned.” Yang-Tong said, "If you meet a slave owner in a dead place, don't fight them easily and try to avoid them. ”

“How much do you know about slavers?” Shao Xuan asked. Rain tribesmen living here should know more about slaves and their owners.

“Slaver?” With a glimmer of consternation in his eyes: “Slave lords, a group of people without sparks. ”

In the eyes of the tribesmen, the absence of a spark means that no tribe can be formed, no tribe can be formed, and naturally it is a tourist with weak fighting power. But the slave owners are different. They don't have sparks, but they have powerful powers, and even they can create more slaves with powerful powers.

“Where does their power come from?” Shao Xuan is very confused about this.

“I don't know.” He shook his head. “Perhaps that's why some of you went by once. As mentioned in the records of the ancestors of the Rain Tribes, slave owners have the ability to scare those in the centre. A thousand years ago, they appeared in a storm and many tribes perished as a result. Thereafter, they all went to the place of death, and for that reason, many people were confused, and others went to the place of death in search of answers, but they were never, ever, more, less. Some become slaves, some die. Also, people in the middle of you often run inside... if you see anything shocking, come back and tell me.” Yang chuckled.

“Okay.”

After talking to Shao Xuan, Yang Zheng left with Mi .

There are people in the Rain Tribe looking for Yangtze. The witch still has a lot to deal with, but Yangtze told them to wait first, and they gathered not far away to wait. Look at the respect that the Rain Tribes are waiting for in front of the Yangtze, at least in recent years the Yangtze status has been stable.

Shao Xuan carried a pancake-like pancake with him, and with that spiritual rain stone, he looked at a camel next to him with a face resembling a god beast, Mi said it was called "mud”.

In a rainy tribe, "mud” is not a bad word, just like “rotten mud” is a good word. What's mud? Soil and water. For a rainy tribe that lacks water, it would be nice if the land were like mud, not dry, cracked hard blocks.

“Come on, mud.” Shao Xuan grabbed the rope and brought the two-peaked camel to their resting cabin, chained to the door.

Ray and Tao thought that Shao Xuan was bringing in the future spare food, and looked at the camel's eyes with light.

“Well, with that kind of stuff, the hurry will slow down, so let's eat now.” A Tianshan tribe man said.

His response was a long “puff” from the camel's shaking lips.

Spring Leaf and others are not familiar with the camel. They have no other opinions on Shao Xuan carrying this camel. Just let Shao Xuan keep an eye on himself, don't leave the team.

The following day, the expedition left the rainy tribe in the direction of the desert.

As Shao Xuan expected, the further that way, the more severe the desertification, there were some trees and grass at first, and slowly, there was only sand left.

The sun is in the air, and the sand on the ground is warm.

A pedestrian hurried, Spring Leaf said, before tonight, they are going to reach a resting place, where they will be safer.

To date, no one has left the team. All that can follow are selected, and those who fail to meet the requirements will not be dragged behind. Even if these people can't keep up, the elderly will let them go back on their own, and the team won't delay the process because of the minority.

Shao Xuan looked at the camel called "Mud”, which had been following him closely, carrying several sacks of animal leather with food and stone tools, as well as several pieces of animal hide, but it was still following the team without falling behind.

The Shao Xuan three are much more relaxed. Although they can carry it on their own, which is not much weight, they can relieve some of the weight and they can also maintain their strength better. For the first time in a dry land like this, Ray and Dodo are somewhat inappropriate, lighter and lighter.

Other first-time comers were also uncomfortable, but they did not help the camels carry them. At first, they mocked the irony and now look jealously at them as they ran.

To withstand the strong sun, the camel's eyebrows are high, and to withstand the wind and sand, the camel's eyelashes are long, and when the cargo leans on its neck and looks at people with eyes peeled, thumbs, that noble and indifferent tease.

The sky, five eagles follow, sometimes they see movement in the desert, and they rush over for food.

Near dark, the team finally arrived at what the leaves called a resting place.

It looks like an abandoned village, walls of a sandstone siege, dry wooden piles, some semi-burned pieces of chips and stoneware, etc.

Shao Xuan, they were not the only ones who arrived there. Before them, there was a team that looked like slaves, but it was very different from the slave team they came across.

These people are not tied up.

“It's Shanu.” Someone next to him said.

Shanu, is what tribes call desert-born slaves, and these people, their forefathers, are already slaves, and they do not know that they are generations of slaves.

Unlike the new slaves, these people have no bondage and will not flee.

Shao Xuan looked at it, these people are not very different from the tribal people, but their body is thin and their skin is dark, which is one of the physical characteristics common to most desert residents.

Perhaps due to intense sunlight, excessive exposure to sunlight, combined with harsh desert climates here, frequent dust storms, and often sitting by the fire in cold weather, their skin became wrinkled, stiff and rough and dry.

They have yellow teeth, naked feet, no protective footwear, and bigger soles than the average person.

When they look at Shao Xuan and others, they have curiosity and precaution in their eyes, and when they see what is on the backs of the people in the team, the look in their eyes is greed and slaughter.