Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Suddenly hearing the name, even the two witches cannot calm down now, let alone stand in front of the Seven Thieves.

So, when Stolen Seven speaks the name, there is no way to hide the shock and excitement in his eyes.

At the same time, the people who speak are not much better than those who enlist them.

What Thief 7 wants to see is the blind and ignorant colour of the Horn Man, not “what, it's actually it” obviously knew what this kind of thing looked like long ago.

Didn't you say that no one but the people of Iwagi knew?

Even the arrogant slave owners of the desert for many years, apart from the families of the Rock and Mountain City, have no one to know, let alone the tribes outside the desert.

Where did the Horn Man learn that?!

The seven hearts of theft are uncertain.

Shao Xuan had no idea that the Seven Thieves would give such an answer.

If those who believe that the inside of the flaming horn knows about the blue-faced fangs will not reveal the news, they will surely suspect the insider first.

Shao Xuan learned about Qingfang from Gongjiaheng. So, where did the Rock Ring family learn about Qingfang?

If they knew, why didn't they send someone to look?

“Family, have you ever looked for a blue-faced fang?” Shao Xuan asked.

The Seven Thieves have also returned to God from the shock just now. Think about it, and Solomon didn't hide it. He couldn't come to put himself in a dominant position. The Horn Man knew much more than he expected. Now he can only exchange more news for promises of flaming horns.

“As a matter of fact, the family of the Rock and Mountain City had been sent for a long time, but they had never been found. The people of the Rock and Mountain City were the most slaves ever sent to the desert cities. However, because there were other people in the desert before, the rocky landscape didn't want to make a scene.” Thief Seven said.

Shao Xuan remembered a long time ago, he had just seen a place where there was a slave stronghold, and the rock mound was definitely more than that outside the desert. He used to think that they were only taking in slaves and expanding their ranks. Now he thought, maybe there is a purpose in finding blue-faced fangs.

In the past, when Horn did not come to Wesen Mountain Forest, others came too little, naturally no one would find people entering Mountain Forest, and when Horn returned, it was just a few years after the Rock and Mountain City planned to unify the desert, there was no time to consider Wesen Mountain Forest, so no one was seen entering Mountain. Besides, the Wesen Mountain Forest is so big, even if the flaming horns are hunting, they can't go all over the Wesen Mountain Forest. It is also possible to find no trace of other people entering.

Now that the situation in the desert has been settled, there is once again an uncontrolled and aggressive campaign.

However, President Shao Xuan felt that this rocky operation seemed a little rushed.

“Blue-faced fangs, what do they look like?” The conscription and O.R. breathed so fast that they kept in mind since they learned that using the blood of a blue-faced fang could build a good weapon, only to suffer from not finding it every time. It would be easier for them to find out more detailed information about blue-faced fangs.

The seven-sided theft is invisible, but the mind has begun to measure.

Turns out the flaming horns don't know the appearance of blue-faced fangs.

Instead of searching hard, why don't you tell the Flaming Horn people, let the Flaming Horn people work hard, and then wait for them to find it and steal it from you! Stealing seven thoughts.

We all agreed that the scar forgot the pain, and the guy was tied up, so we started thinking about how to steal it next time.

“I've seen a painting, it's in my head, but with my hands tied, how can I paint it for you?” The Seven Thieves lifted their chin and dotted their own straw rope, which was too tough, and he felt that the harder he struggled, the worse it felt to be unable to do it.

He looked at the two witches and saw them both nodding before he went on to unravel the vine on the seven arms of the kidnapper.

Shao Xuan took out a leaf half arm wide and handed over the brush and pigment, which was already ready. He had intended to pry something useful out of the seven burglars. I had no idea that the seven burglars meant nothing to hide, but also brought such a surprise.

Loosen his hand, Thief Seven again let Xinluo untie the vines on his feet, otherwise he was uncomfortable in this position and could not paint.

After thinking, Xuanluo tied the thief's seven feet, but this time he was not tied to a large font, nor fixed to a stake, but seated on the floor.

“Paint well!” O. 's patience with this thief is running out. He thinks thieves are too cunning to be trusted. If the witch hadn't promised the killer, he'd have cut an axe. Under duress, he'd still have a hard mouth?

Ignoring the murderous OH, Thief 7 knows that the two elderly people in the house are also very high status, but he doesn't understand why there are two witches in Horn. In any case, since the two witches of Horn promised to let him go, the two old men would certainly keep their promises as long as the message he gave was worth it, so there was no rush.

He turned his lower wrist, stole seven wrinkled a face, and when he moved his arm, he could still hear the movement of the bones on his body. The one he took last night was too heavy.

One arm had a broken bone that he could not draw, and he could barely use the other.

Hold on to the pain, Thief Seven grabs the pen, gets paint on it, recalls the painting he has seen, and then takes it seriously, drawing by drawing the painting he has seen. He didn't mean to cheat for his own good escape and for Flaming Horn to find something quickly. He waited for Horn to find it and come back to steal it from the desert and trade it for something better.

However, the thief drew a pen and opened his eyes to stare at the two chiefs, his face was getting worse and worse.

“All right, we're done!” Looking at the result of the painting, Stolen Seven nodded satisfied, intending to continue talking about the terms, and looked up and saw the two people standing next to him with a black face.

Whoo--

Two chiefs almost simultaneously, one with a knife, one with an axe and one with a bandit.

“Wait!” Thief Seven shouted quickly. He is now wounded, unable to escape easily, and does not understand why the two reacted so quickly.

The tip of the knife and axe blade are affixed to the side of the burglar's seven necks. The next moment, he will be separated from his neck, and the calm burglar will not be able to calm down under such a murderous clamp. “You flaming horns fail to keep your promises! How can you face your totem when you actually regret what you promised!! ”

“We don't keep our promises? You don't even look at what you paint! You're messing with us!” Oddly, his nostrils dilated, and his hot air erupted like an angry bull.

“Where did I fool you?!” The Seven Thieves are also angry, he paints exactly the same!

“That's what I saw, I swear in the name of the thief! ”

The thief seven infarcted his neck and his face was full of discomfort. You painted so well, you wronged me! Don't know how to appreciate it! Flamingos are so crude, just like the little tribesmen who live on the edge!

People on both sides were blushing and facing each other, and the witch sitting beside them coughed weirdly, indicating that O. and Xuanluo had put down their knives and axes and looked at the painting that Shao Xuan had handed over.

What else do you want to say? But the witch handed me an eye. At first, I didn't understand. But when I calmed down, I would be overwhelmed. I couldn't help but blink my eyelids for several times.

Shao Xuan knows better about O. O. Only when his heart is weak will he have to blink voluntarily.

Shao Xuan also knows what witches mean. In fact, Thief 7 said that the simple line composition of the paintings he painted was an absolutely serious result, with no sense of confusion, Shao Xuan also believed. Because, here, that's what most people do with their art books, not to mention paintings that were handed down a thousand years ago?

The people of the Rock Ridge will know the blue-faced fangs, and there is only one possibility, among the people who came here a thousand years ago, that some people know. Therefore, the person who drew the blue-faced fang painting, at least a thousand years ago, deduces that the words of the seven thieves are still credible.

O'Hara and Seung-roh all figured it out. If they put it a few years ago, they actually painted it, and they didn't even steal the seven. Only later, for various reasons of Shao Xuan painting, even their painting skills have improved a lot, nothing else is visible.

Now suddenly see such monotonous diagrams, they just can't accept it, just too much anticipation, after seeing the painting drawn by theft seven, will be disappointed.

Calm down, then look seriously at the painting of Steal Seven. Like deer, not deer, like sheep, not sheep, like blue fangs?

Obnoxiously sweeping the painting, he said to the thief seven times: “Tell me what you know, who can understand the painting like this? ”

Seven burglars swollen high on his face, which had been squeezed into a stitched eye, stared hard because he was too angry.

Despise my painting?!

However, a person has to lower his head under the eaves. Theft 7 now also expects the other party to fulfill its promise to let himself go. He can only take a deep breath, hold his anger and say what he knows.

In fact, Zhiqi said, Shao Xuan several people have already heard of it. Blue-faced fangs, small size, thick green skin, hornless hooves, pointed teeth growing upwards, sexual ferocity, herbivores. Any more, no more.

“That's it, no?” Ooh, look at Thief Seven.

“Nothing.” Thief Seven saw this man again with a tendency to soar in homicide. Knowing that he was not satisfied with what he had said, he quickly added: “That's all the people who told us the news really said, but there is one more thing, he told us that if we really encountered the blue-faced fangs, we would be sure. ”

“The man who showed you the painting, is he from the Rock Ridge family?” Shao Xuan asked.

“No.” That's a problem that Thief Seven obviously doesn't want to talk about. It's a secret that they steal, and even if it's a cowardly thief, it's principled, some can sell it at will, some can't say if they kill it.

“How much good did the people of Iwamori give you?” Shao Xuan asked.

“Find Fangs that will take you there and trade them for something, anything you want!” This can still be said.

“It seems that you ‘thieves' have always been associated with the city, otherwise it would not have been possible to move so many people at once.” Shao Xuan said.

Thief 7 faked death again, not a word.

After questioning him, several people in Horn of Flames reluctantly believed the words of the Seven Thieves and also fulfilled their promise to let him go. They simply blindfolded him and threw him outside the woods.

Thought the man was seriously unable to walk, but did not think that, after landing, he actually fled at the speed of a flying bird, and several landings disappeared into the eyes of everyone.

“I told you he was pretending!” O'Angry, “Xuan! ”

“What?”

“See you next time, smoke him! ”

“Okay.”