Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Looking at each other's frightened eyes, Shao Xuan whispered: “Ask you a few questions and answer them well! ”

The other party nodded.

Shao Xuan loosened his hand and strangled the other person's throat. When he saw that the other person was relieved, he asked: “What's the knife doing down there? ”

The other party looked up violently, obviously did not expect Shao Xuan to take the name of the knife directly, the color of fear in his eyes was deeper, and the name “knife" was obviously very restrictive.

Shao Xuan strangled each other's throat again, as if to break it directly.

The man nodded and shook his head, as if he had something to say, but couldn't make a sound. After Shao Xuan let go again, he coughed.

“Say it.”

“Die in… in…! ”

The man's frightened eyes suddenly dissipated, leaving him only to kill himself and take a step backwards, twisting his legs, sweeping towards Shao Xuan like a cyclone. At the front end of the leg he threw out, a sharp piece of bone was clamped on his toes, and if he was cut like this, he didn't know how much blood to put.

However, Shao Xuan had long been prepared, did not retreat, only his hands moved.

A wooden prick stabbed each other in the neck.

This is what Shao Xuan found in the desert. It was broken down on a tree with a hard thorn. The thorn also had a certain hardness. Shao Xuan also smeared poison on the wooden thorn. The person who was stabbed was as drunk as a deep drunk and then fell asleep.

After the fall of the man, Shao Xuan made up a sword, buried the man, then came to the place where the man had just come out, learned what he had done last night, unloaded the sand, and snapped the tablet there.

The tablet opened a seam, and the person guarding it looked out, but he didn't see anyone. He doubtlessly opened the slab stitch again a little and looked out, just showing his head, feeling a sudden numbness on his neck, his gaze quickly blurred.

After the person fell, Shao Xuan waited a moment. After not hearing any movement below, he went down from the open stitches and took the sleeping person to sit beside him. He gave him a posture, which looked like he was sleeping in trouble.

Pulling the tablet together, he looked at one of the slots behind the tablet and saw a polished stone stick next to him. Shao Xuan picked up the stone stick and stuck the stone stick there, which prevented the outside person from pulling the tablet in.

Once the slab is pulled up, the path below becomes dark.

There's a little torch next to it, but Shao Xuan doesn't need it.

This passage is nearly two meters high and not more than a meter wide. Shao Xuan listened to the movement in the passage and walked forward. Dark environments were not very difficult for him, just a change of vision.

Go all the way to a fork where there are three branches.

Shao Xuan chose one by instinct. The more he walked inside, the “shell” in Shao Xuan's head wrapped in a totem flame became brighter and brighter. At the same time, Shao Xuan also had a very uncomfortable feeling that every nerve of the body was yelling dangerous. This danger does not come from human beings, but from other causes.

The further you go in, the wider you become, and the wind flows through the corridor, proving that there should be other exits. It doesn't look like it's just been built, but it looks like it's been built for a long time.

Moving forward, Shao Xuan found that there were many warehouses, guarded by the warehouse, lit a torch, and all three sat on the ground by the torch. But look at their chin dot, they're sleeping.

Shao Xuan infiltrated one of the warehouses and the three men outside did not notice.

There are no doors blocked in the warehouse, there are many stones of different sizes, and the stones are not bad, at least middle and upper class. Shao Xuan's first thought was that this is where White Stone City stores stone material to sand stone tools. But it's not right to think that storing stones doesn't make it this far away. So well hidden, as if there were other plans.

At this point, Shao Xuan heard a noise outside and hid behind several stones before observing the outside situation from the cracks of the stone.

There was a group of people outside, and the torch with it lit up a little.

“Come on, come on, move a few more!” Someone said.

“Still moving? There are already a lot of stones in there. ”

“If the swordsman asks us to move, let's move! He's staring over there. ”

The sound of moving stones came from outside in a warehouse, and someone pressed down his voice: “I heard a few more dead, all covered in rot, hiss... do you think we'll be like that too? ”

“But as long as we survive these few days, we can improve. This is what the knife master promised, he will tell the young master. ”

The men moved the stones and gradually left, darkening again outside.

The three guards outside spoke for a moment, one of them was going to pee, and left temporarily. This is where the stones are placed, and they don't dare spread them around here.

The remaining two guards, one of whom beat up an arrears and went back to sleep, had recently become particularly ill, while the other, looking at the skin that had begun to crumble on the faces of his comrades sitting on the ground sleeping, was getting more and more scared. He knew from his heart that the associate was afraid to hold out for a while.

Just when he was upset, he suddenly heard the sound of a stone landing. He jumped. He looked over there and saw nothing. He went back to his place and kept thinking about his mind.

Shao Xuan had come out of the warehouse and left quickly. The movement of the stone landing just now was made by him, and the sound hit the west.

Shao Xuan remembered the direction taken by the stone movers and went straight over there.

The feeling of danger is getting stronger and stronger, and this may be related to the pathogenesis in those people.

What the hell is hidden here?

Are those people saying "knife master” is not knife master?

Just as Shao Xuan continued to sneak in, he looked at the small piece not far away, his eyes fanatical.

Around the body of the knife, there are many large and small stones, at least medium in size.

Originally built by a White Stone King, White Stone City was used to hide gems and serve as a cemetery for himself after his death. Hundreds of slaves died to build such a palace-like cemetery. The rest of the slaves were also killed when the palace was built. So there are very few people who know this place, and only the successor White Stone King can know this place, and the others, even if they know this place, do not know the exact location.

Later, the late White Stone King opened it again, throwing his late ancestor, even the bones, into the corner with the coffin, and turning the underground palace into a hidden stone. Because he knew a secret, a secret that had been hidden from the three great cities, and he thought that one day, he could steal something from the three great cities.

Unfortunately, without waiting for the White Stone King to implement his ambitions, he was partnered to die in the pit. Probably he didn't expect to die. In the end, the cheap one will be the slave next to him. More than one traitor, three close guards, two betrayers, the only loyal, has been killed.

The knife looked at something much bigger than his fist. That is the “nuclear seed” that the White Stone King had been missing. He also stole it from Snowflake City while the tribesmen were causing trouble. He was allowed to leave the nukes, and he was really ecstatic.

The shiny weapons used in the three cities, such as the armor and weapons used by the Young Master of the Snow Plains on that day, were of nuclear origin. Nuclear species can turn stones into ores and extract what they need from them.

It's all his now!

This is his own underground palace!

Afraid of revenge from the Flaming Horn Tribe?

At first, after hearing the news of the Flaming Horn tribe, he was naturally worried, but as his strength grew, with more and more things in his hand, he learned some secrets about the Tribal Spark, and he didn't look like a Tribal. Slave masters are the future masters!

And he'll do everything he can to become a slave master!

I thought that Shao Xuan actually had the ability to do that. The sword's bright mood suddenly grew gloomy, but soon I was happy again. With White Stone City, with nuclear seeds, he doesn't have to be afraid. He really can't solve the difficulties, he can also go to hunt for shrinkage.

There is a cleansing going on in the desert. After this cleansing, there may not be three major cities. As for how many other cities exist, the knife does not know. However, the fallen leaf city may continue to exist, as well as the white stone city that he took over... No, it cannot be called the white stone city in the future, but the name needs to be changed.

The knife that was fantasizing about a better future did not know that the person he had the worst eye for was coming towards him.