Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Shao Xuan knows that the black shield they use is similar to rubber, but different from rubber. Rubber is actually not strange to Horn people, living in the mountain forest for so many years, the exploration of plants let them know that the thick liquid of some trees can be applied to clothes to protect against water, and they can also make some waterproof shoes, the feet will not get wet during rainy days, but the Horn people feel that those are too troublesome, uncomfortable to wear and affect their movements, so they need to use less, after all, there was a lack of technology and limited materials.

Shao Xuan also wanted to try more in the past. Later, it was discovered that the Flaming Horn people were really not interested in those, and they did use them less when hunting. That's why they put them down. However, when they harvested crops a while ago, the black large shield used by Chang Le people who grabbed the grain of gold in the previous harvest made Shao Xuan very interested.

It's not just rubber, Shao Xuan can't know how to make it. Those rubbers are lighter than those used by Shao Xuan in the past and can block most of the arrows. Even the spear he threw did not completely pass through that big black shield, and the handle was stuck on it.

On the other hand, Shao Xuan showed an unusually resolute attitude towards this issue. Although his eyes seemed to stick to the bowl of meat, he could not leak a word.

In order to shield temptation, others hold their breath and blush.

Shao Xuan took a closer look at the five men and said: “You don't have to say anything, let's change the terms. ”

“... say it!” How can Shao Xuan be answered when he puts forward such difficult conditions? Maybe that's what makes it hard for them to talk! Nevertheless, he was hopeful that he could say so long as it did not involve the secrets of Changle, including some privacy of those slave owners.

“There should be plenty of places for you people to go.” Shao Xuan said, looking at the five people in the cage.

Speaking of places that have been, this is something that Chang Le people are proud of, and even slave owners don't necessarily have many places that Chang Le people go. None and five people can't help but show excellence.

“Then draw a picture.” Shao Xuando.

“Ah?”

“What do you mean? ”

“Are you going to let us, will you know where, draw?” Nothing and sticking out my fingers pulled my ears out, emphasizing a few words to make sure I heard correctly, “How can we paint them all with so many places we've been?! ”

“Can't even draw a map? Forget it.” Shao Xuan turned around with the bowl of meat and was ready to leave.

“Wait!” None reached out a hand from between the pillars, “What's your hurry? I didn't say I couldn't paint! Why didn't you just ask for a map? ”

Shao Xuan did not move there, "Can you paint? ”

“Bullshit, of course! Coming back, the...” No peace refers to the bowl on Shao Xuan's hand, "put it down, we have something to say. ”

The Black Shield is made, and they don't starve to death, but if it's just a map, they can still paint, except for the nests where Changle doesn't want to be known, especially the cities of the slave owners, who are very willing to paint.

“After we draw, can you make us eat meat every day? Take this, don't deal with things like burnt wood, um, use the grain, just the new ones, the golden ones... hey, don't go, wait! We have something to discuss! ”

Seeing Shao Xuan go out again, there was no peace and a rush, and the four people behind him were eager to beat him up. They're in a hurry! I had an opportunity to improve my life, and I was almost pushed away by nothing.

Prisoners, they're not as demanding as no peace says, just “a little” improvement, at least some soft hay on the ground, right? It was uneven, broken bones that had just healed, and nearly broken again after sleeping on the floor.

“Come on, you said, where to draw, paint it, get some food, starve to death Ouch hey.” There is no peace on the ground, Urge.

After just saying nothing, he was kicked aside. The tall man, who looked thin and boned, looked at Shao Xuan with a stack of laughter. His face was glorious, as if he was not the one who had taken the grain at the time.

“He's hungry and stupid lately, Elder. Ignore him. Come on, let's go on. What are you drawing? Draw a picture of where? How much detail do you want?” The tall, thin mouth grunts like a bubble.

“Let's start with a simple map of the continent.” Shao Xuando.

None and five people scolded in their hearts: is that easy?!

Without peace, he was dragged to the corner furthest from the prison door with his mouth covered. He left only a thin tall man there to talk to Shao Xuan, "We... must do our best! ”

“Well, I'll have the drawing board moved in later and the brush ready for you. As for what you say, it depends on how you behave. ”

And the word behind Shao Xuan also warns them: "Do not let me find falsehood, lest you should be prepared to be abused."

“Don't worry!” The thin, tall man rubbed his hand, his eyes on the bowl of meat.

Shao Xuan handed in the bowl, the skinny tall man gratefully hugged the bowl, afraid that Shao Xuan would regret it again, even he was angry and did not speak, and went over there to grab it.

Their long-lasting people like to enjoy themselves, they never make a difference to themselves. Even when they come to this strange continent, they always have a playful attitude. They don't care about what's good and what's good and what's fun and when they're bored, they find something exciting. To be blunt, their psychology is: You just make me eat, drink, have fun, whatever you want, and as long as I can, I will never refuse.

In the view of other chandeliers, those who remain in the Horn of Flames and the Five will live in miserable captivity. Since Horn promises not to kill them, they will surely be guaranteed to live. After all, the deal between the two sides is still ongoing. But that's it, dirty dwellings, rough rotten valleys, being locked up in a big slap every day, and so on and so on, those are normal, and maybe nobody cares, but torturing the chandeliers. To live is to enjoy, not to suffer, to deprive them of the freedom they have not yet enjoyed. It is insane.

So, the Changle people who left Flame River Castle felt that they would remain in Flame Horn with no and no compassion, and that was the best punishment for the five of them. Only those who did not know that the five men, who were supposed to be more miserable, were drawing pictures for better treatment.

Shortly after Shao Xuan left the cave, someone entered the cave carrying a tablet nearly one person tall.

No and five people looked at the smooth slab in front of them, and the flesh on their faces trembled twice, "This drawing board is too big! ”

Changle's people will not tell the secret of the Black Shield. Shao Xuan was prepared for this, so his main purpose is not the secret of the Black Shield, but the map of the continent across the sea. Even if it is imperfect, he can at least know a general outline from Changle's people so that he can act in the future.

Unlike this side of the coast, there are a lot of people running around, merchants, adventurers, tribes that migrate from time to time, etc., all shrink the unknown part of the continent. And this continent, because of the primitive sparks, the tribes rarely migrate, never disperse too much, even in the distant teams, all year round and round in a few fixed places, rather than exploring the unknown.

Now, the central tribes are starting to move, and perhaps in the future, this side will develop into the same state as the ocean, but that's not something that can wait a year or two, and Chang Le can provide a shortcut that will allow them to learn more about the continent.

Shao Xuan would follow the progress of the painting every day. If satisfied, they would be given a change of hay mat and the food would be a little better, but it was still far from what Chang Le wanted. So, nothing and they painted harder, and they believed that if they continued, the hay in the hole would be replaced with animal hide, the food would be fresh, life would be good, and it would be enjoyable when the cells were captured.

Apart from focusing on nothing and their progress, Shao Xuan spent the rest of his time in the underground secret room of Yanhe River Castle, continuing to study the mummy-like weirdo.

On the other side of the ocean, in dense mountainous forests, is another harvest of the year.

Thai River tribesmen will need to harvest all the herbs and so on, the sun should be dried while the weather is good, and after all the follow-up treatment, the distant team also set out again.

After each outing, they are used to taking a break. Although they know that there will not be another team with the skin of a large animal, they will take a look over there. This is not what the team leader asks, but what everyone in each team will do.

Two teams, decades of acquiescence, can't be changed so easily.

After the flaming horn left, they received the flaming horn area, but no one lived there. One was the Thai River tribe. The population was not large enough to defend its own territory, but it was not reliable to divide into two batches. Besides, the land on the flaming horn, the soil was not good, and ordinary cereals were good, but the planting herbs were far from meeting the requirements, even if they could live, the quality of the growing herbs was not good. After all, the land of the Thai River has been improved for generations.

After the departure of Flaming Horn, the ducks also left, the situation around the mountain forest changed again, some tribes left, some tribes came in, the big and small battles have been fought dozens of times, relatively safe and habitable, and not too far from the town, is very limited. When the Horn of Fire was in the past, the Horn of Fire and the Thai River joined hands, few dared to blatantly offend them, but as soon as the Horn of Fire left, the other tribes in the mountain forest treated the Thai River differently.

The Thai River tribe wanted to find another tribe to work with, but it could not find a tribe as trustworthy as Flame Point, even the mountain wind tribe that had cooperated, the two tribes had not long ago made a contradiction, and finally dissipated.

There is usually no quarrel, and the head of the Thai River Tribe Hunting Team may have more temper and grump. They barely interact with other tribes except for the necessary distant transactions. The witch says it's probably loneliness.