Shao Xuan was very wary of 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 tribe should be related to the slave owners. If he wanted to find the secrets of the slave owners, it was not only Rock Tomb City.
In the three major cities, in addition to Rock Tomb City, there were two other cities.
It was said that Snowfield City had already gone to war with Fire Hill City. He did not know how Shi Shu had led the disaster to the east. In any case, the current Snowfield City was also quite chaotic. Since Shi Shu had already started on Snowfield City, naturally he would not let it be peaceful.
Snowfield City was known by its name. The place where it was located was similar to the desert of Beast City, with more ice and snow in a year.
When Shao Xuan came to the border of the area under the jurisdiction of Snowfield City, he saw a vast expanse of white snow and some red and purple flowers blooming on the snow. Probably, these plants were unique to Snowfield City.
Compared with the desolate Beast City, there were indeed a lot of plants on the snowfield side.
Just now, a team of two hundred people had hurried past. They should be going to the battlefield. Everyone's face was serious or sad. The successive wars had made them suffer heavy losses. Now, the king was like a madman. All day long, he looked like he was going to fight desperately. No one dared to refute the king's orders. If the king said to continue to fight, they had to continue to fight.
Even the people of the three cities, who had been calm for a long time, suddenly came to war. Moreover, it was a large-scale continuous battle. No one could bear it.
When Shao Xuan came over, he saw a lot of bones. Some of them had been buried by the sand, and some of them were only partially buried. Many of the bones thrown there were eaten by scavengers, leaving only bones. It looked quite miserable.
Shao Xuan collected some clothes of Snowfield City slaves along the way. The clothes of the lower slaves were not much different.
After lurking around and observing for a few days, Shao Xuan saw an opportunity. When it was dark, he mixed into the end of a patrol team.
The slave walking in front of Shao Xuan was already very sleepy. He did not notice that there was someone behind him. He just yawned and followed the person in front of him.
The leader of the group didn't pay much attention to it. He was only on guard against the surroundings and didn't notice that there was an extra person in the group.
Seeing the gate of Snowfield City approaching, Shao Xuan pulled the cloth hat on his head. In fact, it was a long piece of cloth wrapped around his head. This was a hat that was commonly worn by low-level slaves. Shao Xuan deliberately dirtied his face to show his fatigue. He looked similar to the other slaves.
The guard in front of the city gate glanced at the group and didn't notice anything wrong. Looking at Shao Xuan who was yawning at the end of the group, the guard was glad that he didn't have to run around while guarding the city gate. Looking at the people patrolling outside, it was as if they didn't have enough sleep and didn't have any energy at all.
It was already late, and they had all returned from patrolling. They were all busy going back to rest, and no one was in the mood to chat with others.
The system here was not perfect. There were many loopholes, which made it convenient for Shao Xuan.
After the team entered the city, Shao Xuan found a chance to slip into a sand house.
The people walking in front of Shao Xuan in the patrol team seemed to notice something, but when they looked behind them, they didn't see anything unusual. They felt that they were probably too tired and confused, so they didn't care much.
The sand house where Shao Xuan was located had no door. The people who lived inside had become cannon fodder in the war and had not returned. Shao Xuan temporarily settled down there, hiding and waiting for the right time.
No one came in at night. As the night deepened, there were fewer people outside. There were no lights, and the moonlight was not as bright as the full moon, but it also cast a not too obvious black shadow under the houses.
The continuous war made the people in the city tired. Except for the night patrols, everyone else went back to their houses to sleep.
Compared with the former Snowfield City, it was now a lot more desolate.
Shao Xuan came out of the sand house, avoiding the people patrolling the city, and sneaking into the center of Snowfield City.
The palace of Snowfield City was similar to that of Luoye City. It was also very high-profile, but it was much larger in scale.
The guards near the palace were much stricter. Shao Xuan could not sneak in for the time being. He had to find an opportunity. Therefore, Shao Xuan first found a good hiding place and waited for the right time.
The house where he hid was much more spacious than the previous sand houses. The materials of construction were mostly stone. The closer to the palace, the bigger the house was.
This house was used to store wine. Shao Xuan saw a lot of wine jars.
The wine here was not sold, but used as a reward. When the slaves made a contribution, they would be rewarded with wine. The slaves would come here to receive the reward.
There were three people in charge of the wine house in the house, and they were already asleep at this time. Shao Xuan chose a place to store goods and hid inside.
After looking at the furnishings and layout of the house, Shao Xuan guessed that there should be five people in charge here. Two people were transferred out to join other teams, leaving only three people in the house.
Not only in charge of the wine house, but also in other similar places. Some people were transferred to patrol the city or guard the city gates. Some were even more miserable and were transferred to the foreign war team. The war consumed a lot of manpower and could only be made up by the slaves working in the city. These people were not skilled in their work. Even if they worked in the city, they did not suffer that much. How could they not complain? The consequence of slacking off was that there were more loopholes, giving people like Shao Xuan an opportunity to take advantage of.
Those wine glasses looked like they had not been used for several days, indicating that the people who came to receive the reward had not appeared for several days. Thinking of the war in Snowfield City that he had heard before, Shao Xuan also understood that if they were defeated in succession, where would the reward come from? Even if there were people who made meritorious service, the slave owners would not be in the mood to reward them since they were defeated overall.
Having been on the road, hiding, and guarding, Shao Xuan was also tired. It was rare to find a temporary place to settle down. He intended to take a good rest and replenish his seriously exhausted mental strength. Of course, even if he fell asleep, the necessary vigilance was also necessary. It was impossible to sleep deeply.
He came to Snowfield City with the purpose of finding the "history" of Snowfield City. Luoye City had a place dedicated to "history". Su Gu had told Shao Xuan. As one of the three major cities, Snowfield should also have a similar place. Shao Xuan hoped to find more information from the history of Snowfield City to answer the doubts in his heart. If he could see the "history", he might be able to explain Shi Shu's words.
Although the slave owners valued those historical records, the degree of importance was much lighter compared to the tribesmen. Even when recording, they would make changes, belittling others and promoting themselves.
While Shao Xuan was resting, in the high palace of Snowfield City, the Snowfield king once again flipped the table. The delicate wine glasses and tableware were scattered on the ground, and the wooden table that had just been made was also blown to pieces.
"Rock Hill City is too much of a bully!" The Snowfield king's face was gloomy, his blue veins protruding. He had just received a letter from the Rock Hill City Lord, saying that he should stop and not let the war continue.
"I'm fighting with the people of Fire Hill. What does it have to do with them? They didn't say anything, but they also turned around and taught me a lesson? " The Snowfield king was angry. "No, maybe the people of Rock Hill City were also involved in the theft!"
Thinking of this, the Snowfield king was even more aggrieved. The core seed, ah. That was the core seed, but it was lost! Thinking of the successive defeats, he trembled with anger. At first, he was angry with the tribesmen and wanted to kill the desert tribesmen. However, he got the news that the tribesmen had long slipped away. He then took back all his energy to deal with others. As for the tribesmen, those timid little minions could be dealt with later. The core seed must be in the hands of Fire Hill or Rock Hill City!
The Snowfield king did not know that the timid little minions in his eyes had already taken the core seed and were spying on their "history".
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