Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Shortly after the three entered, Shao Xuan heard the sound of obscenity and the endorsement of the blind old slave.

In many desert cities, some slave owners are reluctant to look at the records of their ancestors, are impatient to write them down, and are instructed to be careful not to damage them. Over time, fewer and fewer people are dedicated to looking at the records of their ancestors.

Later, when the slave master moved, he arranged for his slaves to see the records, and also ordered them to keep all the records they had seen in mind, when he wanted to know what they were and the slaves responsible for them to carry them out with skill.

Thus, a category of slaves dedicated to memorization was created, and their entire duty was to bear all the memories for their masters.

These people are like living notebooks, and slave owners can take them with them at any time, wondering what they need to ask, and even scolding them at will.

Listen to the voice next door, dive into the stone room Shao Xuan heart: Those two are really excited, while messing around, while listening to books, heh!

However, the old slave had no ups and downs, his voice was very calm, he was not affected by the two, he was calmer than Shao Xuan, I wondered if it was because he was too experienced.

Shao Xuan didn't have time to think about the chaotic relationship between the slave owners. Shao Xuan was very excited by the fact that there were a lot of animal leather rolls, wood rolls, cloth rolls and so on in the stone room. Finally!

After looking at the above classification, there are also smelting related here, Shao Xuan looked over and looked at it. These notebooks are very old, and some of them were broken just a little bit because they were improperly stored.

It records the nuclear species, and it also tells us where the mined ore came from. Similar to what Shao Xuan thought, placing stones around the nuclear species will change over time, become ore, stones at different distances from the nuclear species, and smelting methods are different because the metals available are different. The better the stone, the shorter it takes, the higher the metal content.

Shao Xuan looked at the smelting methods described therein, and the failure, success and record, and looking at these records, Shao Xuan felt that the ancestors of the slave owners seemed to have come into contact with the smelting long ago, not that they themselves discovered and constantly tried to obtain.

In this regard, Shao Xuan also needs to find the origin of the slave owners, about their longer-term “history”.

However, it was probably too long ago. Shao Xuan couldn't really find a place to put it. He looked over a lot and didn't find what he wanted.

At this time, the man and woman next door also finished the matter, jokingly leaving.

Shao Xuan put down what was in his hand and hid behind the stone shelf.

The cloth curtain at the stone room door was lifted and Shao Xuan heard the footsteps walking into the stone room. It's not light and every step is slower. This is the footsteps of that blind old slave.

Shao Xuan heard the old slave pouring water and drinking, seemed to think of something. The old slave sighed and then got up and walked over to Shao Xuan's hiding place.

With the sun shining through the window, Shao Xuan could see the elongated shadow of the other side getting closer and closer, silently taking out the knife in his hand.

When the other side was five meters away from him, Shao Xuan rose vigorously and took two major steps. In an instant, he arrived in front of the blind old slave. The knife blade of the short knife was drawn to the pipe of the old slave. But before you do, Shao Xuan stops.

After looking at the old slave, who was still calm, Shao Xuan did not move the knife and carefully measured the man.

There is no one else outside the stone room, but Shao Xuan and this blind old slave inside the stone room.

Something's wrong.

“Aren't you afraid?” Shao Xuan asked softly.

“Why are you afraid?” Old slaves have a gentle voice.

“You don't call people?” Shao Xuan asked.

“Why are you calling?” The voices of the old slaves remain calm.

Shao Xuan measured this person again, blind eyes, doesn't seem to have much fighting power, even some morbid weakness.

“How did you find me?” Shao Xuan asked.

“Odor. Smells like fruit wine.” The old slave pointed it out seriously.

Shao Xuan was really surprised. In order to be more hidden, Shao Xuan sneaked into the palace and changed his clothes. The liquor taste was already very faint. Even the guards could not detect it, but now, he is still smelled by this old slave!

Seems to sense Shao Xuan's confusion, the old slave continues: “I am familiar with the smell here, with a slight change, I can detect it. ”

The old slave didn't care about Shao Xuan's movements. He dragged himself over to a stool and sat down. He looked like he was going to continue to chat with Shao Xuan.

This makes Shao Xuan feel that this old slave mistook himself for another slave owner in Snowfield City? However, the words of the old slave overturned Shao Xuan's speculation.

“Why did you sneak into Snow Plains?” The old slave asked, without Shao Xuan's answer, and he said: "At this time, sneak into Snowflake City and come to the place where the notebooks are stored… are you from another city? ”

Without waiting for Shao Xuan to answer, the old slave shook his head: “I don't think so. I can feel where you just looked. Are you interested in the slave owners? Slave owners don't pay much attention to their ancestors' notebooks, so you're tribal? ”

In the process, Shao Xuan did not answer a word, but the old slave said the answer, still in a gentle tone. No, at the end of the day, the old slave's voice had a hint of curiosity and interest, and there was no fear and worry.

Is this really a slave to Snowflake?

“Whatever you want to know, just ask me. You don't have to look.” The blind old slave said, looking at Shao Xuan with his strangely dimpled, white eyes, waiting for Shao Xuan's words.

Shao Xuan thought about it and temporarily retracted the knife. “What is the relationship between the slave owner and the slave? ”

Others would despise it: bullshit, of course, a master servant relationship!

But this blind old slave didn't.

Hearing Shao Xuan's question, the old slave thought about it and sighed: "Slavers and slaves… slavers enslave slaves, like planting a seed with no chance of germination on the land under his jurisdiction, giving them the opportunity to grow, and later the slave owners can harvest the fruits. But there are several barriers around this seed, and if it doesn't lift, even if the seed sprouts successfully, its growth will be limited. The slave owners unlocked the chains, just like they unlocked these barriers to plant growth, allowing them to continue to grow. ”

“When the slave owner dies, it's like nobody cares about these growing plants anymore. What about the barrier? What about it? With good luck, if the slave owners are willing to take over, they can pull the plants off the ground and plant them where the new slave owners are under their jurisdiction, and the plants will not change in size, to what extent, and to what extent they have still been. However, there is always a problem with the transplantation, and if there is a problem with the transplantation, such as damage to the core area such as the root stem, or other abnormalities at the time of the transplantation, before it is planted again, it will be dead. Just as the Slave Easter has a certain mortality rate, the Slave dies when any error occurs in the Easter's process. ”

“So slave swaps are like transplants, and there's a risk that if you're unlucky, instead of having the chance to continue growing, you're buried dead. As for breaking the shackles... not every seed planted by the slave owners can break through the shackles themselves. Even if it breaks through successfully, the breaking of the leaves will occur. It can seriously even affect the power acquired, which is the same as breaking the shackles by the slaves. ”

“In the earliest days, slave owners will not be able to easily untie slaves unless they have been slaves for generations and are loyal to them. But then it became normal to fight, fight, war, unlock. ”

Shao Xuan listened to the answer of this old slave and took note of these words while marveling at the knowledge this old slave had learned. Looks like this old slave really knows a lot.

The blind old slave in front of him was just a low-level slave, and the power, he was no better than any other low-level slave. At his age, he was ill, and any low-level slave could kill him with bare hands, but that's the one person who wrote down almost half of the notebooks kept in the stone room. And, after summarizing these things, I told Shao Xuan everything in simpler terms.

“Being overconfident, arrogant, arrogant, not keeping others in your eyes, you are confident that, if you continue like this, you will eventually be doomed.” At the end of the day, the old slaves sighed, "There are more and more rebellious slaves. ”

The old slave even backed out a "sinful slave roll", written by the slave owners of the Snow Plains, which lists the higher-level slaves who have had the greater influence of rebellion in Snow Plains City for nearly a thousand years. The writer said that the higher-level slaves were unforgiving, ungrateful, wolf-hearted, had gained the ability from the slave owners, and chose rebellion. It was no pity to die.

There is no doubt that every slave in the Sin Slave Roll died very tragically, but the old slave spoke with a pity.

Too bad those slaves who betrayed their slave owners didn't make it? Or is it a shame? Shao Xuan did not know.

Seeing the old slaves continue to regret the slaves gone, Shao Xuan hurriedly pulled the topic back.

“How much do you know about tribal sparks?” Shao Xuan asked.

“Spark? What a word to miss.” The old slave paused, seemingly remembering a long time ago, "I didn't know much, only knew, the tribal spark was weakening. You tribes also seem to be looking for a solution. ”

The old slave could not answer more questions about the spark, Shao Xuan was somewhat disappointed, but it was good for the old slave to know that.

“If you are the slave owners of Snowflake City, you may be able to preserve the records left by their ancestors. Perhaps you can find the answers you need. Too bad… too much damage!” The old slaves were very emotional.

Shao Xuan's face has changed. Do you really have to go to look for Xiaoju? Do you know where they dug a pit and jumped in? Shao Xuan was a little hesitant.

Without getting a question about the spark, Shao Xuan asked a question he had always wondered: “Slaver, where are you from? ”

“From the sea.” Old Slave Lane.

Shao Xuan: “…” Do you think I'm an idiot?