Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Not far away is a door where the crates carrying water will be dropped and the guarded slaves will take out the pots filled with water and put them in a place where the water will be stored, waiting for the owners to enjoy it.

Sugu glanced over there, didn't feel uncomfortable, and felt that his behavior was a little frightening, rather embarrassed. He only chose to avoid the detour there after the thorn in his heart stabbed him again.

If there are no accidents afterwards, the three men of the Horn, wait! Su Gu's heart cursed.

Wushi, who followed Sugu, did not know what the young master was thinking at this moment, but only slowly followed. As he walked, a chill suddenly rose in the heart of the boulder, and the sweat on the back of his neck instantly rose.

“Young master! ”

Su Gu was walking and only heard Wushi yell, then he was picked up. All you can see is a quick retreat.

Boom!

Originally blown open by a huge crate carrying it.

The scattered splashes of water flowers and ceramic pieces whistle past the ears of the Sogu, striking the surrounding wooden walls and making a "bang” sound, like a dense arrow burst.

As the crate burst, the water flowers and pottery scattered, and the three figures rushed out of it.

People who were like squashed bark doubled when they swelled out. Unlike ordinary slaves, they do not see any slave prints associated with their owners, nor are they stabbed.

These are slaves specially trained for assassinations, just like the dead, who come and don't plan to leave, looking at their targets. And their aim should be to rush inside the palace and assassinate the city's largest slave owner, Soren the Fallen Leaf.

The surrounding slaves screamed, and the murderers roared like beasts.

From calm to suicide, the air is full of suffocating killings, time and blood.

Sugu was carried away to hide away from the battlefield, and his remainder glimpsed a stream of red and white liquid spraying from not far away, as well as the sound of a broken bone and a sudden scream.

Uh--

Shortly after Sugu left, several human shadows were knocked off by fierce forces, hit hard against the wooden wall, instantly smashed through the wooden wall just passed by Sugu, the person who was knocked off and fell through the wall, his body twisted, his flesh blurred, and he didn't know if he was alive. These are slaves to the palace in Lower Leaf City.

The trunk of a sunset tree is much stronger than an ordinary tree, and the longer the vintage, the stronger the tree is. Slave owners in the city sometimes make knife spears, arrows, etc., with sunset trees, while commuting tribesmen, especially those who prefer arrows, also offer large quantities of objects in exchange for sunset trees.

The wood used in the palace, many of which had been sunset trees for over a hundred years, and the hard wooden walls, if not stone walls, were enough to block ordinary slaves, but at a time when Sugu only heard a broken wall, known as the hardest tree in the desert on a weekday, it was so overwhelming.

Wushi carried Sugu and gradually moved away from the battlefield. Fighting and killing continued to be heard over there.

At the edge of the palace, Wushi stopped and rested. He had a number of wounds on his back. It was good that he was not fatal and fled quickly. The peril was temporarily over. However, if he was just a little closer, he wouldn't have had time to hide.

Fortunately, otherwise he would have walked behind the former bureaucrat. Wu Shixin thought.

Looking at the young master brought here, Wushi found that the young master's condition was somewhat wrong, his eyes only stared forward, his gaze was not focused, and he did not know what he was thinking.

Are you scared?

Although this assassination is dangerous, it happens every year, and as the king's competitor, you shouldn't have the guts to do so.

“Young master?” Wushi probe.

Sugu didn't answer.

“The Three Young Lord?” Wushi, turn up the volume.

Sugu is still not up for it.

“Master San, are you all right?” Wushi reached out and poked him.

Sogu, immersed in his thoughts, almost jumped in shock.

“Master San, are you all right?” Wushi asked again.

“No... no... nothing!” Sogu sounds a little shaky.

Are you scared? Wushi Heart Road.

Ignoring Wushi, Sugu listened carefully to the movement over there. After slowly calming down over there, Sugu said: “Go check it out. ”

I distinguished the sound over there, Wushi knew that it had been handled temporarily, but I didn't know if there were any other unknown assassins, but at this time the Lord said to go over, he couldn't stop it, so he could only protect himself from walking that way.

Red blood was visible around a broken wooden wall, and dead slaves were being dragged away.

Where it collapses, there are slaves cleaning up.

Sugu saw a man who fell to the ground, not as a slave to Lower Ye City, but as an assassin.

Sugu took a closer look at the deceased assassin.

The assassin suffered multiple injuries, all pierced by holes and stabbed with a sharp instrument, but even so, he persisted for some time, much more than the average slave life force.

On their hands, the black raised phalanges seemed to quench the sharply poisonous edges and sparkle the cold lights of the forest.

Nor do they have any special markings on them to tell which city they are from.

These people hide so well that it's hard to perceive their breath, or they won't be brought here all the time from the oasis.

This is a specially trained slave for assassination, who was carefully trained as a child until he was assigned a mission. Their whole lives, for an assassination. Such a slave, extremely dangerous, is also a sharp slaughter knife in the hands of the great slave owners.

Competition among the great slave owners, in addition to occasional battles in the bright desert, has been accompanied by constant assassinations. Sugu knew that his father had one, but no one had ever seen it, including Sugu himself and two other brothers.

“The Three Young Lord?” A bureaucrat walked over. He was ordered by the king to clean up post-war matters, but what is the Lord doing here?

Sugu retracted his gaze from the slave and waved his hand, indicating that the slaves who had come to clean up the battlefield continued. After hearing the slaves who had cleaned up the battlefield speak of the situation, he turned around and left.

Twenty-three slaves, nine bureaucratic slaves, fourteen servants, twelve people brought in crates, all dead, fifteen slaves guarded at that door, ten dead, slaves rushed in, dead, wounded, such wounds are expected to die soon, the number of deaths will eventually exceed thirty, even forty...

If there was no detour, but passed directly from there, would I also be on the death list?

Sugu recalls the words of Shao Xuan of the Horn Tribe, by chance? Or did you get the message?

The more confused I thought about it, the more I couldn't stand. Originally Sogu was heading towards where he lived, he now turned directly towards the exit of the palace.

Follow Wushi behind you and see the young lord suddenly turn to run. Think about it and keep following.

So, when the slaves of Ye Cheng, in the morning, saw the three lords rush into the tribal area, and after coming out cold, they saw him again in flames.