Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Under the sun, in the midst of the gloomy yellow sand, two sets of people oppose each other.

Souler looked at Shao Xuan's gaze with obvious fierce light. If possible, he wanted to cut Shao Xuan off himself and feed him to slaves. However, he also knew that Shao Xuan could not cope with his life. Although he had not seen it with his own eyes, he had also heard of the battlefield at the time.

Souler doesn't want to take any chances. If he dies and falls into Lower Ye City's inheritance, he's gonna have to cheap that idiot Sook!

However, in his current position as Souler, he did not need to go there personally, he was a slave owner and his men were enslaved. Since the situation in the desert had changed, he had also trained some better slaves of his own, and the battle had just to be handed over to those slaves, who he could watch beside.

Besides…

Soulet slightly looked at the person sitting behind the slope, who was wearing a grey linen like the silent “people” on the outside of the team, except that the silent “people" were wrapped in linen, and this person, only covered with a hood, could only see some pale lower part of his face, when the light was dark, even a little expression.

In the desert, most people's skin is dark because of the sun, but this person is as pale as it has been for a long time, even giving people a morbid and alternative paleness.

There was more than one such person in the rocky hills, some in the coastal wars, some with their slave owners, and there was one next to his third brother, who was the manipulator of the weirdos on the periphery.

While such people always make him uncomfortable, on the other hand, they are also a protective force, with whom Souler is reassured, and his slaves are slowly depleted.

At a glance at the person behind him, Souler felt a little underwhelmed. On his side, there were 100 slaves, and there were a hundred of those weirdos, and look at the flaming horn, counting more than 50. Even bigger than the giant beast, the giant beast on his side is obviously bigger than the one on Shao Xuan's side, and the beetle doesn't seem to have much power.

So much so that Souler's gas rose again.

Thus, Souler's eyes revealed harshness. If someone else handed over the Konga family at his request, he might let them go. After all, the battle was also consuming. He could not afford to train the slaves under his own command.

Flaming Horn? He won't stay! He can also bring the corpse of the Horn back to collect it!

Soulella pulled a metal bell next to her and immediately a slave came over.

Eight slaves in armor unloaded the cabin on the back of the giant beast, holding it steadily like a sedan, fearing that their hands would inadvertently shake to anger the people inside.

Seeing these people do what they do, they should have done it many times.

“Careful, it's coming!” Shao Xuando.

The hut that was removed from the giant beast was only to allow the golden beast to fight without affecting the people inside. Souler sat inside, being lifted back behind the team, surrounded by people in gold armor, while those who were silent stood at the forefront of him at the outskirts.

Without concern, the golden nail giant beast's two clamp-like teeth moved, making a whistling sound like a wind crossing, lifting his upper body, dozens of feet toward the fold, the lower appearance almost sticking to the ground abdomen exposed, even if the abdomen is not as thick as the side and back of the gold armor, but also has a hard armor, only slightly lighter color.

The Golden Armor Beast then smashes its raised upper body down, like a wolf's tooth stick heavily hammered to the ground!

The sand vibrates suddenly, such as boulders falling, mountains collapsing, as if suddenly thunderbolting in the ears, people close to you will feel a headache, chest bloodshed.

Six people feel very depressed. When they fled, they did not encounter such beasts, even if they did, they had seen them far away, and if they did, they would have died long ago.

After the blast, a wave of waves of sand rose and spread ups and downs towards where the crowd was at the corner of the flame.

The waves spread to the feet of the people at the corner of the flame, and they also felt unstable standing close to 100 meters apart, like a small boat standing in the wind, bumping and swaying.

Huge golden shadows, splashing wind sand and rubbing armor on the golden nail giant beast, like sand grinding on hard metal, making sharp noises.

Strong wind and sand fluttered against each other, the armor touched up the sleeves, covering the nose and mouth, and the eyes were squeezed into a thin gap in case sand blew into the eyes. Slightly wider sleeves clattered under the wind and sand, and the hair was almost blown parallel to the ground.

This giant beast is hard to deal with!

So, what about the Horn Man? The manicure tends to look around.

Unexpectedly, the flaming horns, under such deterrence, did not show fear or nervousness, as if the performance of the Golden Armor Beast had just blown a normal wind.

In fact, this is true, not to calm down, but the people of Horn really didn't see that golden beast too much.

What the fuck!

We have even seen the Stone Bug King worm. This one in front of them may put a lot of pressure on them. But for those who are familiar with giant beasts and often hunt ferocious beasts, even the king beast has seen a few flaming horns, the mood fluctuations are really small.

The Flaming Horn people just looked at the Golden Armor Beast on their sides and turned their gaze again to those who were blindfolded and had no sound, who cared more about what they called “monsters”.

However, the silence of the Horners made Souler feel they were afraid.

“That's all you are. Forget it. Give them up and I'll give you time to leave.” Souler said slowly, as if it were a rare gift.

Give time to leave, not to say exactly how much to give, not to say how to chase after.

Yan Shao Xuan smiled and looked up at the direction of the book blowing. “How good do you think you all are? How much do you want to cheat? ”

“So what?” Souler thinks it's perfectly normal to bully more and less. It's also the safest thing, his favorite thing, which in turn is called abnormal.

“Not really.” Shao Xuan lifted his right foot and stepped down again.

There was a light shock from the ground at the bottom of the foot, far less than the golden nail monster came to shock, but it spread far away. The surrounding air seemed to change silk under this step, as if a burst of muffled thunder had spread from Shao Xuan's foot, the sound was not loud, it seemed to come from far away, like it came from the ground. The sand on the ground spread out as a circle on the ground, quickly expanding, and it had passed over Souler's side.

Those who stood around Souler in armor felt that their feet had been gently scratched by the wind and sand, but they had the illusion that an icy hand had just grabbed their feet and suddenly lifted them up into a cool place.

Tianzheng Zheng Hot, had been on the road before, should be very hot, but just now, they trembled unconsciously, and there was a bad feeling in their hearts.

“Young Master, there's something strange...”

Souler also felt strange, opening the cloth account and looking out, suddenly shocked.

“Beetle! ”

He saw a little black beetle appearing on the sand, one seemingly stomping to death, but more and more beetles appeared, which gave him a bad guess.

And look at the big blue beetle next to Shao Xuan. Souler took a sigh of breath, his fingers trembled, loosened the cloth, swallowed the pharyngeal spit, and his voice was depressed and shocked.

“Bug tide! ”

When did the horrors of worm tides become known to everyone and when did they spread?

In Souler's memory, even though there was something about the beetles eating the corpse of the Beast in the earliest days, that was not the beginning of the panic, and the real fear that the bug tide brought to them began with one thing back then.

Back then, the Snowflake King sent 200 golden armor guards to hunt down Shao Xuan, but none of the golden armor guards could return. It is said that those who went out looking for the golden armor saw the bones of the golden armor somewhere in the desert, leaving only miserable white bones, broken clothes like rags, and the gold armor they were proud of, half buried in the sand, dead.

Even if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I could have imagined such a strange scene. Although rumors are exaggerated, not all the 200 Golden Armor Guards may have died under the bug tide, the total disappearance of the 200 Golden Armor Guards is most likely related to the bug tide!

That is, since then, the "bug tide” has become another colorful disaster in the desert.

Souler's slaves were indeed armed along the lines of the famous Golden Armor Guard of Snowflake City, who did the same thing with Sook, and the armor on these men was created in the same batch before Soren gave it to them. It is a fair distribution of resources before the owner of the city of Lower Ye chooses an heir.

When the famous brutal, bloody golden armored guard of Snow Plains couldn't escape the bug tide, what would happen to his slaves?

Souler was indeed proud to have a cadre of Golden Armor slaves, but he also knew that his slaves were still at variance with the Snowflake Golden Armor.

Thinking about it, Souler was chilling behind his back and his teeth were shaking. That's what Shao Xuan just said!

Black insects gushing from beneath the sand have formed bug tides that are visible to the eyes, almost obscuring most of the sight.

Black beetles poured like waves towards Souler's side, wearing armored slaves, screaming to shoot the beetles that had fallen on them, but more and more beetles were still drilling in through the gap between armor and clothing.

The long-distance beasts on which the slaves rode stamped their hooves in horror, dumping the people on their backs, formerly neat teams, and turning into a mess.

However, there are exceptions.

Shao Xuan looked at the situation there and looked at it with a heavy complexion, "They avoided the weirdos! ”

The beetles, fresh or rotten meat, would leave nothing behind, but in the face of the weirdos, they acted as if they didn't want to get close, they were very ostracized, and when they poured around, they bypassed.

Compared to the panicked golden slaves, those who stood on the periphery, covered in linen, were as serious as a piece of wood and had no reaction to everything around them.