The slaves, whose wrists were bound by vines, wore almost nothing on their bodies. Even if they did, the animal skins were tattered and could not cover much.
Under the Yang Guang's scorching sun, they were all tanned, their lips were dry, and their faces were haggard. They walked barefoot on the ground. Some of the wounded slaves did not get good treatment, and their wounds had rotted. Some flying insects, which smelled the scent, followed them all the way.
"Where are those slaves sent to?" Shao Xuan asked. If he didn't ask, the others wouldn't explain. Of course, he had to take the initiative to ask. Even if he was laughed at by others, Shao Xuan didn't care, as long as he could know what he wanted to know.
As soon as Shao Xuan asked this question, some people sneered, but there were also some who answered. It didn't matter if they said it in a mocking tone, as long as Shao Xuan knew the answer, it was fine.
"Of course, they are sent to where the slave owners live," someone said.
"Where do the slave owners live? Is that where we are going this time? "Shao Xuan asked.
"What, are you afraid?" A man of the Tianshan tribe said with contempt.
Shao Xuan didn't say anything. He looked at the sky, then looked at the surrounding environment, recalled the terrain along the way, and said, "The slave owners don't seem to live in a good place." If they kept going forward, they might reach the desert area. The slave owners lived in the desert? This made Shao Xuan very curious.
Although he knew that the slave owners would stay away from the big tribes in the central region to avoid them, he didn't expect that they would run to an arid and barren area.
"Not good?" An older middle-aged man next to Huang Ye snorted, "They are really living a good life! Only the slaves are not living a good life. "
That was true. The slave owners were naturally the ones who were being served.
Just then, in the long line of slaves, a slave suddenly broke free from the vines and ran towards Shao Xuan. Although he looked like a bag of bones, he ran so fast that he didn't look weak at all.
Someone in the group of slaves shouted and looked at the person running. The dark-skinned slave with unkempt hair was running towards Shao Xuan and the others, shouting with a hoarse voice. He probably wanted to ask for help. Shao Xuan could see the light of hope in his eyes.
Puff!
A sharpened piece of wood pierced through the running man's body. Blood dripped to the ground, and the light in the slave's eyes was quickly extinguished.
A man wearing animal skin and holding a whip walked towards the slave on the floor. On his forehead, there was a tattoo that looked like the character "Tai".
"It's a slave with the title 'Tai'," someone in the team said. His tone was calm, without any emotional fluctuations because he had just seen a slave killed.
Slaves were also divided into classes. The lower class slaves didn't have any titles, while the higher class slaves started from "Tai", because they would have a tattoo similar to the character "Tai" on their foreheads, so they were called "Tai" slaves. In terms of strength, they were equivalent to the beginner totem warriors.
For those who became slaves, their initial goal was to be a "Tai" slave. So what if they became a slave? As long as they could get the strength equivalent to a totem warrior, it was enough.
A "Tai" slave was the lowest class of the higher class slaves. Above the "Tai" slave, there was a "Pu" slave. There were also some "Pu" slaves in this slave team, but they didn't hold whips, only knives. They didn't seem to care about anything and seemed to be very harmless. But as long as they took action, the ground would be stained with blood. At that time, it would involve more than one slave. Therefore, when the slave ran away, the "Pu" slaves just glanced at him casually. Some of them didn't even raise their heads and continued on their way. Anyway, there were "Tai" slaves who were lower than them to deal with it.
The "Tai" slave strode towards the slave on the floor, and glanced at Shao Xuan and the others. There was no vigilance, no concern, no other superfluous emotions. He was numb and as cold as a knife. When he looked at the lower class slaves, it was no different from looking at other dead things.
He bent down, stretched out a hand to grab the dead slave's foot on the ground, and dragged him back to the team.
There was a long bloodstain on the ground because of the dragging.
The "Tai" slave dragged the dead slave back to the team, and waved his arm to throw the dead slave into the team of lower class slaves. Then, Shao Xuan saw those haggard slaves with tied wrists scrambling to surround the slave.
"That … that is …" Ray stuttered.
Over at Eight Limbs' side, a cold voice said, "They are snatching food."
Their wrists were tied, but they could still move their fingers, arms, and legs. They were snatching food, although the "food" was the same as them. If they didn't eat, they were likely to starve to death. Only by eating could they survive.
Seeing Shao Xuan and the others were silent, someone from the Tian Shan tribe said, "You can't stand it? If you really can't stand it, you can save one or two lower class slaves. If that slave ran closer, you could save him in time. "
Seeing the reactions of others in the team, Shao Xuan and the others also knew that there was something they didn't know. These people mostly looked at the slaves with disgust in their eyes.
Indeed, many totem warriors looked down upon the slaves, thinking that they were spineless and betrayed their ancestors. However, they were not like these people in the team. Especially the people from Eight Limbs' side, there was even hatred in their eyes.
Shao Xuan learned the reason from Qu Ce. A few years ago, someone from the Eight Limbs Tribe encountered a similar situation. He saved a few low-class slaves and also killed a few "tai" slaves on the way.
"In fact, at the beginning, the people from Eight Limbs were very secretive and disguised. Their identities shouldn't have been discovered, but they were discovered. A young girl from Eight Limbs gave a slave a piece of jerky before she left. The slave saw a spider on her body. Later, the slave failed to escape, was caught and told the secret. Not long after, those who attacked were almost all killed when they went out with their friends and elders. "Qu Ce said.
More than ten people from Eight Limbs were killed, including senior totem warriors. Among the slaves who attacked them, there were more than thirty "Tai" slaves and at least four "Pu" slaves. If it was a one-on-one fight, even if it was a "servant" slave, it would only be equivalent to an ordinary intermediate totem warrior, and it would not be so tragic. However, these slaves were almost suicidal in their attacks. They did not even blink their eyes when it came to injuring the enemy and injuring themselves at the cost of injuring the enemy. They would do the same thing even if it meant injuring the enemy and injuring themselves at the cost of injuring themselves.
Slaves were just tools. If the tools were gone, they could just make another one. Those slave owners didn't care.
"After that, the people from Eight Limbs killed all the slaves, no matter whether they were high class or low class. As long as they attacked, they wouldn't leave anyone alive. They wouldn't give anyone a chance to tell the secret." Qu Ce looked at Shao Xuan and the other two. "In fact, this kind of thing happened a lot. Almost every tribe has encountered it. Remember, those slaves can betray their own beliefs and ancestors. They can also betray anyone. "
"Including betraying their masters?" Shao Xuan asked.
"… It depends on whether they dare or not. Different slave owners have different slaves. You'll know when you see more. "Qu Ce said.
After the slave team left, they continued to move forward. The slave who was eaten only left a pool of blood stains and a few pieces of bones that couldn't be pieced together. Some scavenging insects circled around, sharing the last of the "delicious meal".
Shao Xuan and the others didn't encounter any more slave teams. They took different paths.
The further they went, the clearer Shao Xuan could feel the dryness of the air.
The surrounding vegetation was sparse. Compared with other places, the number of animals and plants was pitiful. The thin layer of grass on the ground had also withered.
After another five days of continuous walking, some people in the team had begun to become dispirited.
"A little further ahead, there will be a tribe. We can rest there for a few days." An elder said.
Hearing this, the young people were shocked. "A tribe? There is a tribe here? What is it called? "
"The Rain tribe." Someone answered.
Shao Xuan looked at the clear sky. The Rain tribe.
He didn't know how Yang Sui was doing. Had he successfully inherited the position of the Rain tribe's shaman?
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