Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Not far away, there was a door where the crates of water would be put down. The slave guards would take out the earthen pots filled with water, and then put these pots into the water storage, waiting for the slave owners to enjoy for themselves.

Su Gu’s sight swept a glance over the area. He did not feel that anything was wrong, and instead felt that his own behavior was quite silly. However, in his heart, he still felt the thorns of the warning again and again, so he chose to avoid it and took a detour.

If he encountered no accidents afterwards, the three people of the Flaming Horns tribe should wait for him! Su Gu scolded this in his heart.

Wu Shi, who was behind Su Gu did not know what the young master was thinking at the moment, but he still slowly followed him. As they walked, Wu Shi suddenly felt a chill in his heart. The hair in his neck instantly stiffened after.

“Young Master!”

Su Gu was walking and only heard when Wu Shi shouted loudly. Then, he was picked up and what one could see was a hastily retreating scene.

Boom!

The large wooden boxes which were originally carried by the slaves were blasted open.

Scattered splashes of water and pottery fragments came whistling through Su Gu’s ears, hitting the surrounding wooden walls. ‘Pa’ sounds issued around like dense arrows flying in every directions.

As the wooden crates exploded, the water spray and pottery scattered, and three figures rushed out from inside.

The people who were squeezed inside earlier were moving once more when they rushed out. Unlike ordinary slaves, these men did not have any slave patterns in their bodies associated with any slave owners, nor did they have a character tattoo on their faces.

These men were specially trained for assassination. Just like death, when they come, they did not intend to leave, mindlessly staring at their target. And their purpose should be to dash inside the palace to assassinate King Su Lun, the largest slave owner in the city.

The surrounding slaves shouted. The roars of the assassin were heard as well.

From the earlier calm to this chill, the air was filled with the suffocating breath of killing. Blood was overflowing.

Su Gu was carried far away from the battlefield to hide. His peripheral glimpse was a red and white liquid spurting from not far out, as well as the sound of bones fragmenting, and a sudden halt of the screaming.

Bang–

Shortly after the departure of Su Gu, several figures were struck by violent forces and smashed into wooden walls. In an instant, they were blasted to the wall which Su Gu just passed through. Their bodies were twisted, flesh and blood were mangled. These were the slaves of Luoye City that were guarding the palace.

The trunk of the sunset trees were more solid than an average tree. The longer it lived, the more solid the tree trunk’s quality. The slave owners in the city sometimes used the sunset trees to make spears, arrows, and other weapons. This was the same for some people from the tribes. In particular, those who used these arrows would also come up with a large number of objects to exchange for the sunset trees.

For the woods used in the palace, most were from centuries old sunset trees. Those hard wood walls, even if it were not as hard as stone walls, were enough to block most of these assassin slaves. But at this time, Su Gu only heard the sounds of broken walls. Normally, it was called the hardest tree in the desert, but now, it was so fragile.

Wu Shi carried Su Gu away from the battlefield, where there was still a continuous fight and killing.

At the edge of the palace, when Wu Shi stopped to rest, he observed that he had a lot of wounds on his back. Fortunately, those were not deadly since they escaped quickly. The sinister moment was temporarily over. But if he had just come closer to that side, he would not have had the time to dodge.

It was really lucky, otherwise he would have followed the footsteps of a former slave. Wu Shi thought.

Wu Shi checked the status of the young master he had carried here. He then found that this young master’s state was somewhat wrong. His eyes were only staring at the front, unfocused, and Wu Shi couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

Was he freaking out?

Although this time was indeed dangerous, but this kind of assassination has occurred every year. As the king’s competitors, their courage should not be so small.

“Young Master?” Wu Shi called.

Su Gu didn’t answer.

“Third Young Master?” Wu Shi increased the volume.

Su Gu still did not respond.

“Third Young Master, are you all right?” Wu Shi reached out and poked him.

Su Gu, who was immersed in his thoughts, was startled that he almost jumped up.

“Third Young Master, are you all right?” Wu Shi asked again.

“No… Nothing…… I’m okay!” Su Gu’s voice was shaking a little.

You’re freaking out? Wu Shi thought.

Ignoring Wu Shi, Su Gu carefully listened to the movements over there. When the other side slowly calmed down, Su Gu said, “Let’s look back there.”

Noticing that there were no noises over there, Wu Shi knew that was only temporary. He did not know whether there were still other unknown assassination attempts. However, at this time, he could not stop this young master for going back, so he could only guard him as they went.

The red blood was conspicuous around a broken wooden wall, and the dead slaves were being towed away.

In this collapsed place, there were slaves doing the cleanup.

Su Gu saw a man who was lying on the ground under a broken wall. The man was not a slave of Luoye City, but an assassin.

Signaling that Wu Shi should cover the sawdust above, Su Gu carefully looked at the dead assassin.

The assassin had many injuries. There were pierced wounds and sharp weapon stabs. However, even if he had such injuries, he stil persisted for a period of time, which was much more stronger than the average slaves.

[In his hands, there were black raised phalanges that seemed to quench the poison in the sharp blade, shining a cold light.]

There was no special logo on the body, and it was impossible to see which city they came from.

These people usually hide very well. It was very difficult to detect their breaths, or they could not be kept hidden as they were carried from the oasis to here.

This was a specially trained slave for assassination, and these slaves were carefully trained until they were sent to work. Their whole lives were just for assassination. Such slaves were extremely dangerous, and they were a sharp knife in the hands of the great slave owners.

With the competition between the big slave owners, in addition to the occasional start of desert wars, there was a steady stream of assassinations. Su Gu knew that his father had his own team, but no one had ever seen those, including Su Gu himself and his two other brothers.

“Third Young Master?” A slave came over. He came by the order of the king to clean up the post-war issues, but what was the third young master standing here for?

Su Gu’s eyes turned away from the slave, as he waved his hand to motion them to continue cleaning the battlefield. He listened to what the slaves cleaning the battlefield said after, then he turned away.

Twenty-three slaves died, nine were ‘liao’ slaves while fourteen were ‘servant’ slaves. The twelve men carrying the wooden crates all died. Of the fifteen slave guards at that door, ten were dead. There were other slaves who came over. Some were dead, while the others were wounded, with some of the injured not even sure would live long. The death toll would eventually be more than thirty, or even forty, in the end.

If he did not take a detour, but directly went there, would he also be on the death list?

Su Gu recalled the words of the man named Shao Xuan of the Flaming Horns tribe. Was it by chance? Or did he get a message from fate?

The more he thought about it, the more he couldn’t stand the suspense. Originally, Su Gu was walking towards his own quarters, but now, he immediately turned towards the palace exit at a run.

Wu Shi, who was behind this young master, saw him suddenly turn to run, did not stop to think and continued to follow.

Then, that day, the slaves of Luoye City who saw the third young master rush out of the tribal area with a cold face in the morning, now saw him rush back in.