Chronicles of Primordial Wars Chapter 238 - Things change

Chapter 238 - Things change

Translated by Lesyt Team

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Shao Xuan had intended to go with Yan Shuo to bring those wanderers who had stayed with Yan Shuo here. The original route did not include that place, they wouldn’t pa.s.s by there. But there were many forks in the river, so the tribe’s fleet decided to use a different stream.

Before they set out, the Shaman stopped them from leaving.

The Shaman told the fleet to go past where Yan Shuo had once lived. Shao Xuan had told him that there were many wanderers and slaves, who had a very tough life.

“Let’s go there to have a look.”

This was what the Shaman said at the time.

He wanted to let the people of the Flaming Horns tribe, who had been isolated, to learn about the lives of those whose tribes had been extinct- wanderers and slaves.

The Shaman wanted to give a lesson to the members of the Flaming Horns tribe.

The Shaman hadn’t drawn much attention since they had crossed the river. In the past, many things were decided by the chief and the Shaman after discussing. But since then, the Shaman seldom got involved, and it was Ao who often gave orders.

The Shaman gave his opinion again now, no one disagreed with him.

The fleet took the longer route, different from the original planned route, and came to the waterway which the traveling team of the Pu tribe often traveled.

....

On the land next to the Y-shaped river fork, slaves were called to rise early in the morning to work one by one.

There were many large and small bamboo rafts on the river, and the slaves were fis.h.i.+ng. When they were there, the wanderers did not dare to s.n.a.t.c.h the things and fight with them, because they would be besieged. At the sh.o.r.e, some supervisors with whips were staring at the river to keep the slaves working and be vigilant against the wanderers.

The life of these supervisors was only a little better than that of the slaves of the lowest rank. They couldn’t order the slaves but at least they were given strength by the slave owners. They were more powerful than those who had not awakened their totem power, so their presence here could deter those wanderers who wanted to cause trouble.

Promoted to be supervisors, all of them were vicious judging from their eyes.

In a place a little further from the slaves, some wanderers became active.

Several wanderers wearing decent clothes yawned and slowly walked to the river. They drank a little water and washed their faces directly with the river to become sober.

Looking at the slaves who had started working, the leader spat there.

“Boss, recently, some of the wanderers have been active, right?” Someone asked.

“There are more wanderers and we can also get some work from the slaves.” Another man said.

The leader got up and wiped his face, “Keep an eye out.”

Now in the wanderer area, the only people who could fight against them were the those who had been brought by Yan Shuo here. Both sides did not fight directly, but they stayed vigilant against each other.

“Haven’t you heard that they will leave in the future? They will go to Yan Shuo’s tribe.” Someone said.

A bearded man next to them said with scorn, “Leave?” and sneered. “They just talk about it here. How long can they live if they left here? They may be eaten by wild beasts or killed by other tribes.”

“Yep.” The leader nodded approvingly, “Not to mention that they have no ability to survive after leaving. Even if they are able to leave, they will meet the Flaming Horns tribe. What is that? Who knows? The wanderers will live under the tribe’s control, so it is a more difficult life. The people in the tribe will kill anyone who they don’t like directly, especially in those small tribes without enough food. They may eat the wanderers for food, we have seen this before. Go to a big tribe in the central region instead.”

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“What is the big tribe in the central region like?” A younger man asked.

The leader suddenly became complacent, raised his chin, and made gestures to make those near him move away. He went to sit on a tall stone and then told some of the scenes he had seen while drifting outside.

In fact, there were many scenes he did not remember. His memory was too vague, but it did not matter. He just needed to shock his subordinates.

“...especially the members of the Longboat tribe. They are really good at building s.h.i.+ps. Their s.h.i.+ps are much higher than our houses, different from those used by the slaves. Those are just simple and broken rafts. The s.h.i.+ps of those traveling tribes are not good, either.”

When talking, the leader suddenly noticed that he had told this to them for a long time, but they were still calm and indifferent! Moreover, each looked at somewhere else. Were they looking at those slaves who were fis.h.i.+ng with the nets?

“What are you looking at?!” The leader became dissatisfied.

“No, boss. There’s a s.h.i.+p over there.” One of them pointed there and trembled.

“How many times have I said? Those slaves are on boats rather than s.h.i.+ps!” The man became even more angry.

“Yes, boss. The s.h.i.+p is as high as our house.” Another man said.

“Yep!” The others nodded.

Bigger than our house?

The man sitting with crossed legs on the stone turned around and looked at the direction they pointed to.

What he saw shocked him so much he almost twisted his waist.

On the distant river, s.h.i.+ps came over, one by one, and each was higher than the house they lived in, especially the three largest ones. They reminded the leader of the vague memory of when he had met the fleet of the Longboat tribe.

“The Longboat tribe?!” The leader exclaimed.

“No, no, the Longboat tribe doesn’t have such a totem, but it looks like...”A thin man next to the leader pulled his long beard that he had not cut for a long time. “The pattern on the s.h.i.+p seems familiar, as if I have seen it.”

“Maybe, I have seen it too,” Someone replied, “in the wanderer area.”

“In the wanderer area? Impossible!”

“Come on! Will they stop here? If they stop, we will get into trouble, right?”

At the first sight, they knew they shouldn’t provoke them. They gave up the idea of robbing them immediately. They fixed their eyes on the approaching fleet.

And on the river, the slaves were yelling, and theirs raft were floating towards the bank of the river. If the rafts were left on the river, they would block the way. They didn’t even dare to offend travelers on rafts, not to mention such a fleet.

Before the supervisors could even use the whips, each of the slaves tried to hurry to avoid getting in trouble.

The emergence of a fleet could be considered a major event, so it must be reported. The supervisor had shouted to tell the leader what happened on the river. The slave owner was not here, but he asked a man in charge.

Many who still stayed in the wanderers area came close to the bank. They had a look at the fleet which suddenly appeared. Many of them had always been here and had never seen such big s.h.i.+ps, so they naturally felt it was very rare.

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The fleet gradually docked, and the waves washed the sand on the bank.

The slaves had waited there, and those supervisors holding the whips now had different facial expression. They no longer looked ruthless. Instead, they wanted to please the lords. If they did it well, they would be rewarded.

After the s.h.i.+p docked, they did not put down the ladder, but one after another, some warriors jumped from the s.h.i.+p. The one at the front was Yan Shuo.

Looking at this familiar but also strange place, Yan Shuo had a mixed feeling.

A supervisor hung the whip on his back, trotted forward and intended to say something. But he said nothing when he saw Yan Shuo. He knew Yan Shuo, for he had stood on the bank of the river when Yan Shuo had left with the others.

Yan Shuo glanced around, he fixed his eyes on those few wanderers who were as stiff as a stone not far from him for a moment. He then looked to the wanderers area.

“This is where you lived, right?” Another warrior jumped down and asked Yan Shuo.

“Yes, it changed a lot.”

While speaking, Yan Shuo brought them to look for the friends who had stayed here with him.

Shao Xuan did not go down, he stood on board, watching a distant stone house which was about ten meters high. When he had left, it had not been built. It was clear that the slaves had been ordered to build it in the past years, it belonged to the slave owner.

The wanderers only lived in some simple huts, and the slaves lived in even worse places. Unike the camp-like buildings behind the woods.

“The slave owner seems to be very greedy.” Shao Xuan thought. They just came here to pick up a few people, but he did not expect to see so many camp-like stone houses. If he was not on board and stood on the ground, he wouldn’t have been able to see the house because of the trees.

It did not take long before Yan Shuo brought back a dozen people. He was familiar with some of them. There were also those who joined this small group in the past two years. They all wanted to leave with the Flaming Horns tribe. Ao permitted it.

Those who were brought to the s.h.i.+p were so happy that they cried, for they could have a new life. Those standing and watching on the bank were very envious of their leaving.

Unexpectedly, those miserable people could have such an experience. No one expected that the stubborn man leading a hard life with his wife and children could become a totem warrior.

Everything was possible.

The Flaming Horns tribe fleet did not stay there for a long time, and when they picked up those wanderers, they left there. The Shaman just wanted the tribesmen to learn about the hard life of the wanderers and slaves here and gave them a lesson.

The Shaman’s goal had been achieved. Everyone was shocked, not only those who followed Yan Shuo to the wanderers area, but also the people standing on board saw those numb working slaves who were being whipped.

In the war, the losers may die or lead such a life.

So, no matter who they would face in the future, they could not be defeated! Absolutely not!

The Flaming Horns tribe arrived here and then left. They continued to sail along the new route they had planned. And wanderers and slaves in this land remembered the name of the tribe called “Flaming Horns” and the two-horned totem pattern wrapped in flames on the sail.

The man who was ordered by the slave owner to stay there, after the fleet left, went back. He took out animal skin volume left by the slave owner from the box and dipped the animal hair brush in the colored water to record today’s event. The slave owner said that if the Flaming Horns tribe really appeared, he must write to him.

The Flaming Horns tribe really existed!