Chronicles of Primordial Wars

These young slave owners wager in a different way, and the loser can no longer take back what he puts there, and the winner will take back the "spoils of war", the loser's wager, after he takes back what he holds.

But it's not what they want.

Shao Xuan, as Su Gu passed, saw where the previous bets had been placed, placed rows of wooden boxes of the same size. What was in these boxes was what the gamblers were carrying. And the winner of the bet, based on the value of the bet, takes the order and selects it.

As for what can be chosen, it is not something they can predict, and there are young slave owners who place something else on their bets.

They do not ask for money. All they seek is excitement and fun.

“I don't know what to choose later, and I hope it's more valuable.” Said Sogu. He looked at the ranking of his bets, ranked seventeenth, not backwards.

After taking back his bets, Sogu stared at the choices of those in front. Though they are less obsessed with the pursuit of property, it would be great to be able to pick a more valuable item.

As Sugu, who has been away from Battle Beast City for so many years, there is no fame in the slave main circle of the younger generation, and he is not from the three major cities, his presence is even lower. If he can pick a good one, he may well paint a universal sense.

Yan Hui, the young slave lord of Rock Town who just won the Battle of the Beasts, was sitting next to him smiling and watching the person who came to pick the trophy, probably won a good mood. If the box chosen by the people in front was not worth much, he would also make a statement to comfort them.

And Dickson, the young slave of Volcano City, the loser of the Battle of the Beasts, sat on the other side in the cold, looking as if he was not close.

These boxes were hand-placed by the two of them, and the others didn't know what was in which box.

Shao Xuan also saw a box picked out by a young slave in his early 10 years, and left another box open to see what was in it, which looked like sand, but in fact, it was an egg of shrimp living in the desert around Red Star City.

Those shrimp live for a short time and only incubate when the rainwater is plentiful. When the rainwater runs low and the spring dries up, they will lay their eggs and die, leaving some shrimp eggs that look similar to sand.

Those shrimp eggs are the bet of a slave owner in Red Star City. If someone else picked a trophy like that, they wouldn't be happy, but now they're picking a kid in his early teens who's happy with this food trophy.

Yan Hui said two words to the child, and the child with a box of shrimp eggs was excited and blushed. It was probably the first time he had come here, and the first time he had come into contact with people in the three major cities.

Sook didn't pay much attention over there. He was a little nervous.

“Shao Xuan, what did you say I would pick?” Sugu asked,

“How do I know what you want to pick?” Shao Xuan asked.

“Of course it's the best!” More nervous in Sogu's excitement.

Shao Xuan looked at it and said: “I don't know what is best. ”

“If you did, which one would you choose?” Sugu asked.

“First row, third.” Shao Xuando.

Sugu looked at it. In the box placed there, the people in front of him chose more of the second row, and less of the first row nearer to them. Perhaps everyone subconsciously feels that things that are far away are better.

“Why?” asked Sugu.

“Intuition.” Despite what it says, Shao Xuan actually sees it with a special vision and can't see what's inside the box, but he can see that the box shines the brightest light.

Shao Xuan didn't explain much, and Sugu didn't have time to ask anymore. His name had already been called over there.

“Fallen Ye Cheng Sugu! ”

“Hey, here we go!” Sugu, take a few steps.

Many slave owners around them do not care about this strange face of Sugu, and Fallen Ye City is not much of a powerful city on this vast desert, but the story of this King Fallen Ye is known by many people and is the subject of leisure talk after dinner. As for the rest of Fallen Ye City, nobody cares.

Su Gu walked over in the crowd's measurements and seemed to be a little closer to hand, pointing to the third wooden box in the first row, which Shao Xuan had just told him.

Sitting on the edge of the rocky mausoleum, he straightened himself. And the face of Disheng, originally in the cold face of the volcanic hill city, looked a little better. For him, being chosen by the people of Fallen Ye City is better than being chosen by the others of Iwamori City or other people who do not see well.

Seeing Dickson get up and open the box himself, Su Gu's heart beat, he had a guess in his heart, could it be...

Everyone else around us thought about it, and the voice was much lower, staring over there.

That's right. What's in that box is the bet Dickson put on his side.

Dickson opened the box and everyone felt the red light flashing in front of them.

Inside the box is a big red shiny jewel with a fist. As Dickson picked up the gem, the red light was even brighter, and people around him felt a blast of heat.

“Is this, the famous Fire Hills in Fire Hills?!” Someone shouted.

The volcanic rock, produced in the desert around the city, is bright and attracts many people, and if you inject power into it, the more energy you inject, the higher the temperature of the rock, and even the easier it is to burn firewood.

In Volcanic City, a volcanic stone is a symbol of power, beautiful and noble. People in other cities don't always succeed in purchasing volcanic stones. I didn't expect a small slave owner in Lower Leaf City in the district to easily get such a large piece!

Shao Xuan looked at Sugu, who was popular with the crowd, and said: The goods are probably going crazy with joy.

What is the practical value of that gem? For the Horn Man, that's it. If it's bigger enough to make a weapon, it's okay to say, but if it's only a big fist, it can only be a decoration. Maybe it can get warm in the winter, light a fire when it's not on fire?

But Sugu valued its symbolic significance and the influence of such stones among slave owners.

From this moment on, the name of Sugu in Lower Ye City has been remembered by more people, and will definitely be mentioned during the chat.

When Sugu returned, he laughed particularly proudly. Someone wanted to fight with Sugu. Unfortunately, Sugu protected the stone tightly. He said that even if he fought, he would not take out the stone, and the other party left.

The corpses in the pit have been evacuated, leaving only one bloody spot behind.

Soon, the second battle will begin.

There are no giant beasts this time, but two slaves, for these slave owners, slaves and beasts are not really much different, even slaves are no better than beasts, giant beasts appear, more visible, slaves are much less colorful.

The people standing around the Beast Pit scattered some, and they were going to look at the other Beast Pit, but Sook didn't leave, and he was going to keep watching.

In the field, the two slaves seemed to have irregular moves, fist shadows crossed, and then a hurried fracture sounded.

One of the slaves was knocked off, and his body rolled over in the air and hit the stone wall inside the pit, after which a lot of blood erupted from his mouth.

Shao Xuan could see that the slave had several broken bones in his chest and that those broken bones had stabbed him in the gut and damaged his heart and lungs.

Indeed, the fallen slave's head twisted and died directly.

On both sides of this battle, the reason for the battle is because of an unruly female slave, and the victor owns the slave.

The victorious slave owner was very pleased and immediately used the power of slavery to enslave people.

This is the second time Shao Xuan has encountered slave masters besides Sugu, and this is not an exercise.

The young slave owner, who was enslaved, was a little nervous. Although not the first time he was enslaved, there were times when he had failed, and now he was still in front of the public. If he failed, he would surely be laughed at and stressed out by people in other cities. However, this time, he slaved very smoothly, watched successfully enslaved, and was looking at his slave with mesmerizing eyes. He felt only a flame of fire and quite proud, and felt that today was really extraordinary.

Watching the flames fluctuate in his head, Shao Xuan moved his fingers, because the long and wide sleeves obscured, no one saw him close to his hands in the sleeves and a little blue flame appeared.