Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Shao Xuan is very guarded against sluggishness. Such a person who can provoke chaos without a sound is too dangerous.

From the sloppy words, Shao Xuan felt that the “decay” of the tribe should be related to the slave owner, and wanted to find some secrets of the slave owner, and not just Iwamori.

Three major cities, in addition to the rocky mound, have two other houses.

It is said that Snowflake City has fought the city of Volcano, and it is unclear how the evil water can be led to the east. In any case, the current city of Snowflake is quite chaotic, and since it is already headed towards Snowflake City, it will naturally not leave it very calm.

Snowflake City can tell by name that it is about the same place as the desert of Beast City, with more ice and snow all year round.

When Shao Xuan arrived at the border of the area under the jurisdiction of Xueyuan City, he saw white snow and some red purple flowers open on the snow. Perhaps these plants are unique to Snowflake City.

Indeed, there are many plants on this side of the snow field compared to the desolate Beast City.

A team of over two hundred people was rushing to the battlefield. Everyone is serious, or sad. Successive wars have already cost them a lot. Now the king, like crazy, is trying to fight people every day. No one dares to refute the king's orders. If the king says to continue fighting, they must continue fighting.

Even the people of the Three Cities, calm for a long time, sudden a war, or a massive series of battles, can't eat anyone.

Shao Xuan had seen a lot of dead bones in the past, some had already been buried in the sand, and some probably soon buried only part of it. Many of the bones that were thrown there were eaten only by the predators and looked rather bleak.

Shao Xuan collected some of the clothes of the slaves of Xueyuan City along the way, low-level slaves, clothes did not make much difference.

After a few days of lurking around to observe, Shao Xuan looked at a time, mixing into the end of a patrol while it was dark.

The slave who walked in front of Shao Xuan was already very sleepy. He did not realize that there were others behind him. He only followed those who were in front of him.

The leader of the team did not pay much attention, went to guard only around the area and did not realize that there was an extra person in the team.

Looking at the gates of Xueyuan City, Shao Xuan pulled the cloth hat on his head. In fact, a long strip of cloth wrapped around his head. This is a more common hat worn by lower slaves. Shao Xuan's face was also deliberately dirty, showing fatigue and looking similar to other slaves.

The guard in front of the city gate swept his eyes into the team and didn't notice anything wrong. He watched the tired face at the end of the team still beat Shao Xuan. Luckily under this guard, at least he didn't have to run everywhere in front of the city gate. Look at these people who patrol outside, every day like sleep deprivation, no spirit.

It was late, and I came back after patrolling again. I was busy going back and resting, and no one had the heart to talk to the others.

The system here is not perfect, there are many loopholes, convenient for Shao Xuan.

As the team entered the city, Shao Xuan found an opportunity to sneak into a sandy house.

The people walking in front of Shao Xuan in the patrol seemed to notice something, but looking back, they didn't see anything unusual, they felt that they were probably too tired, confused, and didn't care much.

Shao Xuan's sandy house had no door. The people who lived in it had been used as cannon ash in the war and had not returned. Shao Xuan temporarily set foot there, hiding and waiting for the time.

No one comes in at night, stays late at night, and there are a lot fewer people out there, no lights, the moonlight is not as bright as when the moon is full, but it also casts a less obvious black shadow under a building.

Persistent fighting has left people in the city tired and, apart from night patrols, others have begun to sleep and rest when they return home.

Compared to Snowflake City in the past, it is much more desolate today.

Shao Xuan stepped out of the sand house, avoiding those patrolling the city and diving into the heart of Snow Plains.

Snowflake City's palace is similar to Fallen Ye City and is also very accentuated, although it's going to be much bigger.

The guards in the vicinity of the palace are much tighter. Shao Xuan is temporarily unable to dive in and needs to find an opportunity. So Shao Xuan first found a good place to hide and wait for the right time.

Hiding houses are much bigger than the sand houses before, and the more materials built are stones, the larger the houses close to the palace.

This room is used to store wine, and Shao Xuan sees a lot of bottles.

The wine is not sold out here, but used as a gift, and when the slave has done his job and given the wine, the slave comes here to receive the gift.

There are three people in the house who run the pub and are asleep by now. Shao Xuan chose a place to store the goods and hide inside.

After looking at the setting and pattern of the house, Shao Xuan guessed that there should be five people in charge here, two people were drawn out to join the other team, and the three people left in the house.

Not only the owner of the liquor store, but also other similar places, people are drawn into the patrol or guard the city gate, and worse will be transferred into the foreign war team, the war consumes a lot of manpower, can only be filled with slaves who work in the city, these people are not very skilled in business, even if they work in the city, they do not suffer like that, how can there be no complaints? Negative laziness has the effect of creating more loopholes for people like Shao Xuan to take advantage of.

Those liquor sets appear to have been unused for several days, indicating that those who came to receive the gift did not appear for several consecutive days. Shao Xuan also understands what he heard before about the battle in Snow Plains. Where do you get the reward for successive defeats? Even if there is merit, it is generally defeated and the slave owners are not in the mood to give.

Always on the road, hiding, guarding, Shao Xuan is equally tired, rarely now find a place to temporarily set foot, he intends to rest and replenish the severely damaged heart. Of course, even if you fall asleep, the necessary precautions must be in place and you cannot sleep.

He came to Xueyuan City in order to find the "history” of Xueyuan City. There is a special place for “history” in Fallen Ye City, Sugu told Shao Xuan. And as a snowfield in one of the three major cities, there should be a similar place. Shao Xuan hopes to find more information from the history of the snow fields to answer the doubts in his heart. If he can see those “histories”, he may be able to explain those words.

Slave owners value historical records much less than tribes, and even when they do, they change dramatically, discredit others and promote themselves.

During Shao Xuan's break, in the tall palace of Xueyuan City, Xueyuan King lifted the table again, sophisticated wine glasses and utensils scattered the ground, and the wooden table just made was also bombarded into pieces.

“Rock Ring City is too deceitful!” The snowy kings are gloomy and bluish-minded. He had just received a letter from the owner of the Rock Town saying that he would stop the war and not allow it to continue.

“It's none of my business to fight a man on a volcano hill! They don't say a word, they teach me a lesson?” Snowfield King is furious, "no, maybe the people who stole something, the people from the rock mound are involved! ”

With that in mind, the Snowfield King is even more stubborn. It's a nuclear species. It's a nuclear species. It's lost! Think of successive defeats, and you're even more angry. At first he was angry with the tribes and wanted to kill the desert tribes out, but he got word that the tribes had long since slipped away, and he withdrew all his energy against the others. As for the tribes, the cowardly little ones, later on, the nuclear species must be in the hands of the volcanic hills or the rock mounds!

The Snowfield King didn't know that he had a cowardly eye, had long gone nuclear and was spying on their “history”.