Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Not long after the three people entered, Shao Xuan heard the voice of *, and the voice of the blind old slave's endorsement.

In many desert cities, some slave owners were unwilling to read the records left by their ancestors, and couldn’t bear to memorize them. They were also told to treat them with care and not damage them. Over time, fewer and fewer people devoted themselves to reading the records of their ancestors.

Later, a slave owner had an idea and arranged for his slaves to read those records, and ordered them to memorize all the records they had seen. Whenever he wanted to know something, the slaves in charge of memorizing would give it to him. Recite it proficiently.

As a result, a class of slaves who were specially responsible for memorization came into being, and their whole duty was to memorize all the records for their masters.

These people are like living notes that slave owners can take with them at any time. If they want to know anything, they just need to ask, and they can even beat and scold at will.

Listening to the voice next door, Shao Xuan, who sneaked into the stone room, said in his heart: Those two people are really in high spirits.

However, the old slave's voice did not fluctuate, and he was very calm. He was not affected by those two people at all. He was calmer than Shao Xuan. I don't know if it was because of too much experience.

Shao Xuan didn't have time to think about the chaotic relationship between the slave owners. There were many animal skin scrolls, wooden scrolls, cloth scrolls, etc. placed in the stone room, which made Shao Xuan very excited. Finally found!

Looking at the categories above, there are smelting-related items here. Shao Xuan rummaged through them. These notebooks are very old, and some of them were even broken due to improper preservation.

It records the matter of nuclear seeds, and also tells where the smelted ores come from. Similar to what Shao Xuan thought, the stones were placed around the nuclear seed for a long time. It will change and become ore, stones with different distances from the nuclear seed. The method of smelting is also different, because the metals that can be obtained are different. The better the stone. The shorter the time required, the higher the metal content.

Shao Xuan looked at the smelting methods described in it. There were records of failures and successes. Looking at these records, Shao Xuan felt that the ancestors of slave owners. It seems that they have been exposed to smelting for a long time, and they did not discover and keep trying.

In this regard, Shao Xuan had to find the origins of the slave owners and their longer "history".

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

At this time, the man and woman next door also finished their affairs and left with a smile.

Shao Xuan put down what was in his hand,

The dwarf hides behind the stone shelf.

The curtain at the door of the stone room was lifted. Shao Xuan heard footsteps walking into the stone room. Not light, each step is relatively slow. It was the footsteps of the blind old slave.

Shao Xuan seemed to think of something when he heard the sound of the old slave pouring water. The old slave sighed, then got up and walked over to where Shao Xuan was hiding.

There was sunlight shining in from outside the window, and Shao Xuan could see the elongated shadow of the other party getting closer, and silently took out the short knife in his hand.

When the other party was five meters away from him, Shao Xuan suddenly stood up, took two big steps, and came to the blind old slave in an instant, the blade of the short knife slashed towards the throat of the old slave. But, before you scratch. Shao Xuan stopped.

Looking at the old slave who was still looking calm, Shao Xuan did not move the knife. Take a closer look at this person.

There are no other people outside the stone room, but inside the stone room. Only Shao Xuan and this blind old slave.

Something is wrong.

"Aren't you afraid?" Shao Xuan asked in a low voice.

"Why be afraid?" The old slave's voice was calm.

"You don't call someone?" Shao Xuan asked again.

"Why are you called someone?" The old slave's voice was still calm.

Shao Xuan looked at the man again, his eyes were blind, he didn't seem to have the strength to fight, and he was even a little sickly weak.

"How did you find me?" Shao Xuan asked.

"Smell. It smells of fruit wine," the old slave pointed out earnestly.

Now Shao Xuan was really surprised. In order to be more concealed, Shao Xuan even changed his clothes after sneaking into the palace. The smell of alcohol was very weak, and even the guards could not detect it, but now, it was still smelled by this old slave!

Seemingly aware of Shao Xuan's doubts, the old slave continued: "I'm already familiar with the smell here. As long as there is a slight change, I can detect it."

The old slave didn't care about Shao Xuan's actions at all, and he dragged a stool over by himself and sat down leisurely, looking like he was going to continue chatting with Shao Xuan.

This made Shao Xuan think, did this old slave mistake him for other slave owners in Xueyuan City? However, the old slave's next words overturned Shao Xuan's guess.

"What did you sneak into Xueyuan City for?" the old slave asked, but he didn't get an answer from Shao Xuan, he said again: "At this time, sneak into Xueyuan City and come to the place where the handbooks are stored... Are you from another city? "

Before Shao Xuan could answer, the old slave shook his head and said, "It shouldn't be. I can feel that you looked at the place just now. You are very interested in the affairs of the slave owners? Most of the slave owners' notes about their ancestors do not Don't pay attention, if you say that, you are a tribesman?"

During this process, Shao Xuan didn't answer a word, but the old slave said the answer in a calm tone. No, at the end, the old slave's voice was full of curiosity and interest. No fear or worry at all.

Is this really the slave of Snowfield City?

"What do you want to know, just ask me directly, you don't need to read it." The blind old slave said, with those strangely sunken, turbid white eyes, looking at Shao Xuan, waiting for Shao Xuan's words.

Shao Xuan thought for a while, temporarily retracted the knife in his hand, and asked, "What is the relationship between the slave owner and the slave?"

If anyone else heard this, they would definitely despise the authentic: nonsense, of course it is a master-servant relationship!

But this was not the case with this blind old slave.

Hearing Shao Xuan's question, the old slave thought for a while and sighed: "Slave master and slave... A slave master enslaves a slave, like planting a seed that has no chance to germinate on the land under his jurisdiction. Give them a chance to grow, and the slave owners can harvest the fruit in the future. But there are several barriers around this seed. If the barriers are not lifted, even if the seed can successfully germinate, its growth will be limited. When the slave owners release the chains, they will It's like removing these barriers that keep plants from growing. Allowing them to continue growing."

"When the slave owner dies, it means that no one cares about these growing plants anymore. The barrier remains the same. If you are lucky and a slave owner is willing to take over, you can pull the plants from the ground and plant them. In the place under the jurisdiction of the new slave owner, the size of the plant will not change, and the degree of growth is still the same as in the past. However, there will always be a problem in transplanting. If there is a problem in the process of plant transplanting, For example, the core parts such as rhizomes are damaged, or other abnormal conditions occur during transplanting, and they will die before they are planted again. Just like slave owners who change owners have a certain mortality rate, any change occurs in the process of changing owners. Make a mistake and the slave will die."

"So, changing slave owners is like transplanting, and there is a risk in it. If you are unlucky, not only will you have no chance to continue to grow, but you will also die. As for breaking the shackles... not every tree is planted by the slave owners. The seeds of a man can break through the barrier on their own. Even if they break through successfully, there will be cases of broken branches and few leaves, and in serious cases, it will even affect the power they originally obtained.

"In the earliest days, slave owners would not easily lift the chains on their slaves, unless they were slaves for generations, and they were all loyal slaves, the slave owners would lift the chains for them. But later, in order to compete, fight. War, unlock It becomes normal."

Shao Xuan listened to the old slave's answer. While jotting down these words, marvel at what the old slave has learned. It seems. This old slave really knows a lot.

The blind old slave in front of him is just a low-level slave. In terms of strength, he is not as good as other low-level slaves. He is still sick at such an old age, and any low-level slave can kill him with his bare hands. But it was just such a person who wrote down almost half of the notes kept in the stone room. And, after summarizing these things, he told Shao Xuan all of them in simpler words.

"Too much self-confidence, arrogance, arrogance, not taking other people in the eye, self-righteous, if it continues like this, it will eventually lead to destruction." At the end, the old slave sighed, "The rebellious slave has become more and more too much."

The old slave even recited a "Sinner Scroll", which was written by the slave owners in Xueyuan, which listed those high-level slaves who had rebelled in Xueyuan City for nearly a thousand years. The slaves said that they were heinous, ungrateful, and insane. They got the ability from the slave owner, and they even chose to betray. It was not a pity to die.

There is no doubt that every slave in "The Slave Scroll" died very tragically, but when the old slave said it, it was a pity.

It's a pity that those slaves who betrayed their slave owners didn't succeed? Or pity other? Shao Xuan did not know.

Seeing that the old slave continued to regret that the slave was gone, Shao Xuan quickly pulled the topic back.

"How much do you know about tribal fire?" Shao Xuan asked.

"Tinder? It's really a word to remember." The old slave paused, as if recalling memories from a long time ago, "I don't know much about this, only that the tribe's fire is getting weaker. It seems that your tribesmen are too. Find a solution."

Shao Xuan was a little disappointed that the old slave could not answer more questions about Tinder, but it was good that the old slave knew this.

"If the slave owners of Xueyuan City can keep the records left by their ancestors, maybe you can find the answers you are looking for, but unfortunately...the damage is too much!" The old slave was very emotional.

Shao Xuan's face changed, did he really want to find Shi Shu? Knowing that Shi Shu dug a hole there, but jumped into it? Shao Xuan was really hesitant.

Unable to get a question about Tinder, Shao Xuan asked a question he had always wondered about: "Slave owner, where do you come from?"

"From the sea." The old slave said.

Shao Xuan: "..." Do you think I'm an idiot? (To be continued)