Chronicles of Primordial Wars

After seeing Su Gu, Shao Xuan had the intention of cooperating with this person. He felt that this person was a little strange. He couldn't tell where it was. It always felt that his strength should not stop there.

When I got back to the tribal area, because I couldn't figure it out, I saw the camel chewing hay chewing happily there, and Shao Xuan had the idea.

On the way with the team, Shao Xuan also tried several times to calculate weather changes such as desert storms. As for the longer-term or more complicated things, when there were not many, the knot he had struck wrapped his finger around it. Insufficient capacity.

When tying the rope, no one else saw it, and the ending was also fed to the camel. Therefore, only the two people who knew Shao Xuan was tying the rope.

Shao Xuan is also just going to try this time. If the knot succeeds naturally well, it doesn't matter if it fails. All he has to do is choose the best option.

And he conceived of that which was related to the Lord of the Three Young Men, and he conceived of a thing. The conclusion that was drawn only heralded today, about the water, it was more dangerous, just as the three masters who wanted to pull the alliance came here on their own initiative, Shao Xuan told him, as for not listening, Shao Xuan Tun could not. If the three younger masters cannot resist, there will be no need for an alliance.

On the other hand, Sugu, the three younger lords who left the tribal area with a face, also lost his mind to wander around, and went straight to the city center.

The center of the city is where the slave owners live, whether it is the slave owners who have a very low presence of soy sauce in the city or a few popular young owners of the city, are concentrated in the center of the city. However, the difference is that kings and young masters can live in the highest palace, and other slave masters cannot step on it without the king's permission. Otherwise, killing without forgiveness and intercession with kings is a search for death, so long as the fate is not too long, the rules must be followed.

When they saw the colour of Sugu, the slaves hurried away and feared anger.

“Sugu! ”

Sugu, who was walking inside, was called in.

When he heard the voice, Sugu frowned and looked over impatiently, "What is it? ”

Dressed in blue with a blue pattern on it, Suya, the slave lady with all kinds of jewellery, slowly walked over. Behind her, followed by two slaves holding fruits and water, also tended.

This is one of the only two remaining Wang sisters and the one who gave Shao Xuan trouble yesterday. Just for the moment, she didn't ask for a lift.

“Promise me something I've done, where's the stuff?” Suya stretched out to Sogu with her fingers covered in blue grass juice nails. She promised Sugu to test the flaming horn tribe, but after returning yesterday, the gems promised by Sugu did not arrive. She didn't find anyone this morning, so she waited here herself and stopped Sugu.

“I'll have it delivered to you later!” Sugu stopped looking at Suya and left after a few words.

Looking at Sugu's back, Suya smiled obliquely: "It's just a piece of crap, you're still with me!” Had it not been for those beautiful stones, she would have ignored Sogu, a man who did not even have a dedicated slave, who would have been expelled from the palace sooner or later.

With her gaze retracted from the high steps, Suya left with two slaves with her. She was just here to collect the bill, and nothing else would matter.

Sugu walked up the stairs and before entering the palace, he turned around and looked.

Standing on a high Royal City palace platform, you can see it in many parts of the city, and this feeling of being above everything is what every slave owner expects.

Want to be king? Naturally think about it, don't want to think about it. If the other two brothers succeed to the throne, Sugu will know what happens to him. Not so cruel before, but since the successful counter-attack by the incumbent King of the Lost Leaves, a lesson has been taught to all slave owners, opening a new door to ambitious slave owners. And when they're at their peak, everyone who threatens them chops it off, leaving no chance to reverse it.

Thinking about his abilities, Sugu clenched his fist. In the past, his father, Sulun, had given several young masters equal resources, but since the beginning of this year, there has been a bias, and Sugu has received far less resources. This is not a good thing for Sook.

When he walked to his residence, Sogu drank a few sips of the colored pottery cup that had been handed over by the slaves.

Put down the water cup, Sogu, look around the slaves, these are the “resources” given by his father, none of them are his own. Over the years, his two brothers and sisters have become more and more slaves, in addition to those given by his father, they also own some of their own slaves. And look here in Sogu, it's still the same. No, in detail, it's still missing. The slaves died for a variety of reasons. He was unable to own his own slave because of his insufficient abilities.

As soon as these slaves were seen, Sogu was nervous and waved his hand to make sure that all the slaves were clear of sight. After sitting down, Su Gu recalled what happened today. He thought of what Shao Xuan of the Flaming Horn tribe said. He was about to continue drinking water. Su Gu gazed down and looked at the water in the cup. Neither did he drink it, nor did he drink it. Thirsty, but Shao Xuan's words were like a thorn, stabbing him when he saw the water. Really... very angry!

Boom!

Shaking hands smashed the cup on the floor, Sugu swept away the splash of water on the ground. The heart said: The flaming horns must have been playing with themselves. He felt like a piece of crap and didn't need to cooperate. That's why he made up this sentence to fool himself?!

Su Gu wanted to put Shao Xuan's words behind his head, but he couldn't achieve them every time. He was also afraid of death. The more Shao Xuan's words, the more he wanted to feel cooler.

Tribals…

“Wushi!” Sugu suddenly said.

A man appeared as a ghost, silent in front of Suu Gu, with his head hanging, with respect, but not as humble as other slaves.

Among the resources provided by King Fallen to his sons, in addition to the word "servant” and the word "Tai", there are two higher levels of "bureaucratic” slavery. However, one of them was dragged down into the sand by the beasts in the desert in order to protect Sogu when he left the city, and now there is only this “bureaucratic” slave called Ushiku.

“Three Young Lord.” Wushi Road.

“Wushi, I know you know something about tribesmen. Tell me, do tribesmen really predict the culprits?” Sugu asked.

Wushi thought about it and replied: "I heard that tribes have witches, and witches, indeed, may have that power. ”

Rumor has it that Sugu is slightly slower in color and still has the ability to do so.

Wushi's words were not finished, and he continued: "But tribalists, generally, do not let their witches leave the tribe too far. Even if they do, they will have layers of guard, the bigger the tribe, the tighter the guard. In many tribes, witches are second only to their chiefs. ”

When Su Gu changed color, it occurred to me that only three young people from the Flaming Horn tribe came here. Naturally, there could be no witches. Looks like they are just ordinary warriors, not witches, that is to say...

“They're lying to me! ”

Almost every word squeezed out of his teeth, Sugu was angry and all the pottery on the table was lifted. The other slaves around him had to shrink into eggs and didn't dare to come up and pack it immediately. Though they are slaves thrown by the king, they must still behave in the face of the Young Master in the presence of the Young Master. Otherwise, they will be slaughtered by the Young Master. Moreover, their rank is not comparable to that of the boulder, which can only shrink at this time.

Sugu smashed up the contents of the house again. He was a little pissed off. He thought the house was too boring. He was going to go out for a walk. Out of the door, Su Gu somehow remembered Shao Xuan's words. He stood at the door and walked for a few laps before walking outside for two steps. Then he turned back and yelled: "Wushi! Come on! ”

There was a surprise in the eye of the stone. The young master was very annoyed with slaves during the weekdays. Unless he left the city, he would not carry slaves with him as long as he was in the city. He probably felt that he could not pass with the slaves of others. But now, let it follow.

Whatever you think in your heart, Wushi followed the past.

Probably also felt that this style did not correspond to the weekday. Su Gu changed a few times, turned around and left quickly.

Most of the king's palace on the high platform is not made up of stones, but wood, and is famous for its famous rumours that the city of Lower Leaf is alive and undead for thousands of years, and that the sunset trees are immortal for thousands of years.

Only the slave owners in the city of Fallen Ye can build houses using sunset trees, and other slaves are not eligible for this.

The main ingredient in the palace is the carefully selected sunset tree, which smells like a sunset tree.

Sugu looked at the front, it was a small pond, and his old man raised a pod in it.

Pool or water? Around.

Several slaves came out of the cellar holding a few pointy bottom bottles.

Wine, water? Avoid it again!

A group of slaves came in from outside the palace carrying a large crate made of sunset trees belonging to the slave owners of the Royal City of Lower Leaves.

Seeing this crate, Sook knew that their water was coming.

In addition to owning the city, the Fallen Leaf King also owns a small oasis from which the water they drink is brought.

Although there are several deep wells in the city, the water inside is cloudy, and if you drink the cloudy water sources in those wells for long periods of time, the skin tends to crack, which is one of the reasons why most slaves in the city carry dry cracks.

Slave owners are mostly enjoying the family and have higher material requirements, so every once in a while, the fallen leaf king sends water from an oasis in the distance for the slave owners to enjoy.

Therefore, after seeing the crate, Sugu did not initially intend to pay much attention, but thought that it was also related to “water”, walking forward one step at a time, moving one foot around and going around.

After Su Gu was followed by Wushi, his heart was confused. He wondered: Today, the three masters' brains are sand again? Why are you acting so strange?

But when I think about the day of the week, it's not very normal for this person to act, and Wushi doesn't think much about it. All he does is follow this young master.