Chronicles of Primordial Wars

The knife allows the nuclear species to be piled with stones, leaving only a narrow corridor that can go directly to the nuclear species.

Where the knife stands at this moment is in this corridor.

Others don't really understand the use of these stones, and don't know exactly what the right one is. It's just that in the vague interpretation of the knife, they know that it's dangerous stuff, and they don't recognize the value of nuclear species, so they don't want to come near it.

Looking at the growing number of stones piled up here, the joy on the knife's face grew deeper. Looking down at his palm, he could have seen the bone injury. After taking the medicine, it was much better. His own recovery capacity was also strong. The wounded flesh had regrown, and in two days it would have grown intact. In another five or six days, it would surely be perfect.

“Well, here we go.” The knife said to the stone transporter.

Fifty slaves were initially sent here by knife, but a few days later, there were only thirty left. Especially in these two days. When I heard the knife say that this is it, other people are relaxed, the work here is finally done, the task is completed, waiting to be rewarded.

The knife brought all the people carrying and guarding the palace here and took out a pottery can to open it and smell the aroma. Wine is a luxury for a slightly lower class of slaves and is not often tasted, and a lower level is not necessarily tasted in a lifetime.

After smelling the aroma, some people spit hard and stare straight into the jar in the hand of the knife. It is said that only higher slaves and slave owners can drink it often, regardless of whether it tastes good or not. It is at least a symbol of identity, which makes people itch when they look at it.

The knife closed his eyes and smiled, “All right, are you coming? ”

“Should… should.” It has been said that some cannot wait.

The knife looked at the people who had gathered their eyes, counted them, and asked them what was going on with the missing people, knowing who had been dragged out, but counting them, two were still missing. One was the one who dragged the body out, never came back, and one was the exit guard.

“Why don't I go look over there?” Someone said.

The knife glanced and shook her head: “Forget them, let's drink first. These days have been really hard for everyone! I deliberately asked for a can of wine from the Young Master and gave it to everyone. ”

Others are also happy to hear the knife, even though they are very harsh about the knife, and even call him "the knife master”, but now they can't help but relieve themselves and disperse a lot of the fear of the day. As for the two people who didn't come, none of them wanted to move their feet. If they didn't get the benefit after they left, it would be a big loss!

The knife lifted up the liquor jar, took a sip of it first, and after drinking it, he mumbled his mouth. It seemed to be rejuvenating, making others envy it.

The first sip of knife was filled, and the bottle was handed to the person next to it, "One sip for everyone. ”

There are not so many glasses here, not so much attention for the slaves, and the same is usually the case with the food distribution, so after the knife and the wine can is handed out, the person who takes over the bottle can directly fills it, and everyone else can't help but come and grab it.

Slaves who had been fed had just had a sip and before they had tasted it, the bottle had been taken. If the knife hadn't stood here, these people would have fought for this can of wine.

The knife looked at the slaves who grabbed the liquor jar and spoke out to stop them from grabbing it, making sure everyone had at least a sip.

Nobody noticed the fierceness and cruelty flashing in the eyes of the knife.

Boom!

Already drinkable, the bottle was smashed to the ground, the slave holding the bottle covered his throat, making a “uh-uh” sound, with blood flowing down his mouth, his legs seemingly inaudible, soft and tumbling on the floor in a few steps.

A slave fell down, and someone reacted that the alcohol he had just drank was wrong, but it was too late.

The knife stood quietly beside him, watching one fall down, and his breathing stopped. A slave who climbed over with blood towards the knife, his eyes filled with discomfort, seemed to drag the knife together to hell, unfortunately his arm had not touched the foot of the knife, he could not drown, no more sound.

The knife laughed contemptuously, kicked and kicked, saw no response, should have been out of breath. However, he was not relieved that the person who had fallen into the poison had been patched on his chest and his sternum had been crushed, making sure that none of them could survive, so he headed towards the exit. There's supposed to be another guard out there, like a slave? Anyway, he's going to die, and he's not going to let anybody know the secret here. Even the flying bird he rode when he came from White Rock City stopped in one place and sent the bird back, and he walked over again without the bird following him.

The knife chose these slaves and sent them here, but to mend the palace and carry stones, he didn't want to risk his life to come into close contact with nuclear species every day. That would kill him. When stealing nuclear seeds, one arm was almost scrapped, and naturally he didn't want to try again. If you don't want to die, let the others die. Nowadays, these works have been preliminarily completed and the slaves no longer have the necessity to survive.

If there is ever a need for more people to come, there are many slaves in the desert, especially at this time of chaos. The knife does not care about the death and survival of these slaves. Although the knife itself is a slave, it is also blind to other slaves.

When Shao Xuan came out of the dark and looked at the thirty people who had no breath on the ground looking for the past, he thought: The knife is really tough enough.

His gaze retracted from the earthlings, and Shao Xuan walked towards the nucleus.

There are some luminous crystals around, there is no flame, I don't know if it is a delusion, President Shao Xuan feels that the crystals here are much brighter than elsewhere, even if it is the same luminous crystal, the place has to win.

Feeling the red flag from each cell of the body, Shao Xuan looked at the small metallic object placed in the middle of the stone pile. So hidden by a knife must be something very special.

Shao Xuan's mind moves. Is it related to metal?

The closer we get, the more Shao Xuan can feel the burning tingle in his arms, face, etc. No, not everywhere can feel this tingle. Shao Xuan opened the clothes he was wearing and revealed the worm leather coat he was wearing.

That was the skin of the big bug that he found when he followed him to Eagle Mountain, and at this point, there was no pain in it.

Whatever comes to mind, Shao Xuan quickly removes the wormhide coat he is wearing. In any case, he will not leave this to the knife.

Fast forward, Shao Xuan wrapped the small, metallic object in a bug leather coat, wrapped around it for several laps and didn't reveal any stitches. Indeed, that tingle quickly disappeared.

After the bag was packed, Shao Xuan put it in the leather bag and hid it. Since the wormskin has been well isolated from the crisis, it is not dangerous to keep it close. After hiding, Shao Xuan leaped lightly and turned over to a large stone to hide.

Shortly after Shao Xuan concealed, the knife came like a wind. When he reached the exit, he tried to kill the sleeping slave, but found something wrong with him. Take a closer look, the knife was even more suspicious. The slave did not seem too tired to sleep, but more like he had been beaten! Moreover, the knife feels the disappearance of the nuclear species. Within this palace, he naturally feels the threat posed by nuclear species, and when that threat suddenly disappears, something must have happened over there!

Kill the slave, the knife rushed back to see, indeed, the place where the nuclear seed had been placed was empty, and there were no shadows around.

The knife stared furiously, incredibly looking at the empty place, the blues of his forehead burst, his eyes red, and a roar of anger. Under the fury, the knife and whatever else, the relief clapped on a stone column that supported the palace here, the strike quickly appeared a clear palm print, and the columns also cracked a clear crack.

The entire palace was trembling with stone chips and dust falling from the top.