Chronicles Of Primordial Wars (Ch. 271-500)

ch. 343-344

Chapter 343 – Snowfield City

Shao Xuan was on guard against Shi Shu. Such a person who could quietly provoke a war was too dangerous.

From Shi Shu’s words, Shao Xuan felt that the “decline” of the tribes should be linked to the slave owners. He would try to find the secrets of some slave owners, not just Rock Tomb City.

Of the three major cities, in addition to Rock Tomb, there were two others.

He had heard that Snowfield City has been at war with Fire Hill City. He just did not know how Shi Shu would lead the disaster. In any case, now, Snowfield City has become messier. Since Shi Shu knew that it has already started at Snowfield City, naturally, he would not let it go calmer.

Snowfield City. When you hear the name, you’d know that you were in the same area as the desert in Beast City, with more snow and ice in a year.

When Shao Xuan came to the border of the area under the jurisdiction of Snowfield City, it was snowing. There were also some red purple flowers openly blooming in the snow. Presumably, these plants were unique to this city.

Compared to the desolate Beast City, there were many plants on this side of the area.

After rushing past a team of two hundred people, he should reach the battlefield. Everyone had on a serious or sad face, with the successive wars costing them a lot of damage. Now, the king was going crazy, desperate for help to appear. For it was the king’s orders, no one dared to refute it. Their king said to continue the war, they have to continue to fight.

Even for these people of the three cities, even if they had been peaceful for a long time, when a war suddenly came, no one could afford it if there were large-scale battles.

When Shao Xuan came over, he saw a lot of corpses. Some have been buried in the sand, some only about a few days had been there that only a part was buried. Many of the bodies that were thrown there were eaten by scavengers with only the bones left, which looked rather desolate.

Shao Xuan ran along the road to collect some Snowfield City slaves’ clothing. Low-grade slaves’ and his clothing was not much different.

After a few days of lurking around, Shao Xuan took the opportunity to blend in at the tail of a patrol team while it was dark.

The slave, who was walking in front of Shao Xuan, was already sleepy, unaware that there was someone behind him. He only yawned and followed the man in front of him.

The leader of the team did not pay much attention, only focusing on guarding the surroundings. He did not notice an extra person in the team.

Seeing the gate of Snowfield City coming near, Shao Xuan pulled the cloth hat over his head. In fact, it was a long strip of cloth wrapped around his head. This was a hat that was worn by low-leveled slaves more often. On the surface, Shao Xuan deliberately made himself look dirty, showing fatigue to look like the other slaves.

The guard in front of the city glanced at the line, not aware of the wrong. He looked at the end of the line with Shao Xuan still yawning, his face tired. This guard was glad that, at least he was guarding in their own doors in front of the city and did not have to run around like these outside patrol. Every day, they lack of sleep and has no spirit at all.

It was late. After the patrol returned, they were all busy going back to rest. No one had the mind to talk to anyone else.

The system here was not perfect. There were many loopholes, which was convenient to Shao Xuan.

As the team entered the city, Shao Xuan looked for a chance to sneak into a sand house.

The people in the patrol walking in front of Shao Xuan seemed to notice something. However, looking behind them, they didn’t see anything unusual. They thought they were probably too tired and confused, so they didn’t care much.