Chronicles of Primordial Wars

The old man may not say much about other things, he cares about a limited number of things, and “a thousand grains of gold" is just one of them, and the proportion in this old man's heart is still huge, you can see it when he comes all the way to the desolate place to look.

If Shao Xuan wanted it again, regardless of what he said, even if he fought directly, the old man would rather die than agree, a thousand grains has been his last concession.

“Told you I'd make it up to you with something else. I don't have much on hand right now. I can't give it to you. So, if you ever have time to go to King's City, give me my name, and I'll give you anything else.” The old man said to give Shao Xuan a curved bronze knife like a shrunken sickle, "this is for you, if you go to Wang Cheng, you can take this out to take you to me. ”

Wang Cheng?

Shao Xuan glanced up and took the knife, looking at the old man: "What's your full name? ”

“Husband! ”

Shao Xuan has heard that it is the Wang surname, the noble slave owner on Wang Cheng side, many of them are the slave owners who now own the most fields, the Wang clan is also converted from the former tribe, then the tribe brings together all the other five large tribes, and the "" is the surname used by the tribe people.

Long ago, on this land, tribes discovered another type of use of the spark, where some tribes became slave owners and established urban states, while others maintained their tribal appearance.

“Have you always enslaved many slaves?” Shao Xuan handed over the divided grain into a beast leather bag and asked.

Since they are the slave owners with the largest fields, there should be many slaves working under them. But that is not the answer to the residency.

“There are many slaves, after all I have many, to be cared for, but there is only one slave that is enslaved.” Speaking of which, there is pride in the face.

The distinction between ordinary slaves and enslaved slaves is similar to that between beasts raised in the Flaming Horn tribe and imprinted beasts, with a slight difference in affinity. This Shao Xuan heard something on the way, so he wasn't surprised, just some surprised that he enslaved only one slave.

“That must be a very powerful slave.” Shao Xuando.

“Naturally, 'Yellow Land' is a very good slave to help me take care of the fields.” Speaking of which, I kind of missed his slave.

“Yellow land? How do you get that name?” Shao Xuan asked.

“That's a good name, I picked it up myself!” Shao Xuan's question was filled with disapproval, “and who said ‘yellow land’ was human? ”

“So what is it?” Shao Xuan is really curious. At this age, only one slave has been enslaved, and the only slave is not a human being.

”She was very proud of her place.

Shao Xuan: “..."? A cow? ”

“Yes! Do you think this slave is particularly good?! It was only a little while before I enslaved it, and I had a lot of fields in my hands.” Jiuju laughed with old daisies.

“I really want to see it.” Shao Xuan said.

Speaking of his own love slave, the old man's depression just dissipated a lot, he thought his eyes were like torches, and his face kept laughing. Attention shifted from a thousand grains of gold to his yellow cow, and he talked a lot.

“Let me tell you something, Shao Xuan, if you want to enslave slaves in the future, the first slave must pay close attention, because the first slave, most likely the most loyal one, is also the one most closely connected to your consciousness, the other slaves, if better, will almost always be, this is the commonality of slavery. So we slave owners are very cautious in choosing the first slave, and some of us do not necessarily enslave them until the middle ages because we cannot find a satisfactory slave.” Housing was also the subject of slavery. Shao Xuan helped him so much, and because he was in a good mood to find a plant suspected of being a thousand grains of gold, he said this to Shao Xuan.

“In fact, many of these slave owners know that you tribes are not necessarily. Of course, your tribes are not very interested in enslaving slaves, nor are they likely to succeed in enslavement, as is the case with know-how.” Jiuju said.

When he heard about the house, Shao Xuan said with an odd expression, "The first slave to enslave is very important? ”

“It's important!” Living in the certainty.

“Got to choose?” Shao Xuan asked.

“Nice!”

“Can't slave at random? ”

“Bullshit! ”

Shao Xuan was relieved to say, “How can you enslave yourself at will?! Our ancestors, who did not know that the first slave was the most special, did not pay attention, so much so that there was more betrayal of slaves, and slavery caused its own characteristics and strengths to be dispersed, not faithful and not sufficiently connected in consciousness. So, slave this, expensive not much, especially the first slave. ”

Knowing that the situation is different from that of the desert, Shao Xuan did not ask much, it was just the first slave... he was not ashamed to tell Jiuju that he actually had slaves. The first slave was a beetle that pushed a shitty ball, or was it randomly used as a test to enslave it.

No wonder the blue beetle is so loyal, Shao Xuan can clearly feel the beetle's current state of existence, although he can't know exactly what it is doing now, but he can be sure that the sapphire is living well now, is strong and doesn't need Shao Xuan to worry more.

Half a day later, the inhabitants realized that the tribes were not necessarily interested in slavery, and that many tribes were generally more excluded, especially those with large tribes. It was said that even people from an outside tribe needed repeated censorship, and that the censorship would not necessarily be accepted immediately.

“You tribes are a lot of things. Which tribe are you from, by the way?” Jiuju has always forgotten to ask Shao Xuan this question.

“Flaming Horn Tribes.” Shao Xuando. On the way to accompany him on the journey, he heard about some tribal people. One of them mentioned Flaming Horn, but not much. The knowledge of Flaming Horn Tribes was limited, not quite hostile, but just a bad impression. Anyway, Shao Xuan was very happy when he heard about the Flaming Horn tribe.

“Which one?!” When I heard Shao Xuan's answer, I felt like I had to pull my ears out.

“Flaming horn.” Shao Xuansu said.

“... give me back that thousand grains!” Reach out and rob. "Aren't you flaming horns hunters? How is it possible to take good care of this thousand grains?! ”

Although people from the Flaming Horn tribe go to Wangcheng less often, it can be remembered once or twice. In the impression of living in Wangcheng, Flaming Horn people are powerful. One person can count on several bears to play with them, and their character is rude and fierce. Each time Flaming Horn people go to Wangcheng, they can always fly several nobles, and are listed as objects of refusal by the six nobles at the same time. But the Horn Man did come out very little these years. When I last saw Horn Man or when he was young, I don't need to have seen him in my younger life.

“We can do it on the Flaming Horn!” Shao Xuan divided his arguments. Numerous cultivation-related events have been documented in the history of Flaming Horn and cannot be planted poorly.

“Bullshit! ”

Residence is now regrettable, unfortunately the grain given out cannot be harvested if you want.

The robbery was unsuccessful, and the residence was abandoned. It was good that his current focus was not here. He had to hurry back and bring people back to dig up the thousands of gold plants. Wang Cheng is not far from here.

Without moving forward, the house was separated from Shao Xuan.

“By the way, do you always remember where the Flaming Horn Tribe is?” Ex-Shao Xuan asked.

“What, lost?” Happily and happily laughing twice, but he does not know the exact location of the Flaming Horn tribe, "all I know is that deep in the mountain forest, it should be a little far from here, take your time to find it. ”