Chapter 343 (1/2)

Snow Plains City

Shao Xuan was very wary of Shi Shu. Such a person who could quietly provoke a war was too dangerous.

In his words, he felt that a tribe’s “survival” should be related to the slave masters, and the Rock Hill City was not the only place to discover the slave masters’ secrets.

There were two other big cities apart from Rock Hill City.

It was said that the Snow Plains City had already waged a war against the Flame Mound City, not knowing how Shi Shu provoked it. No matter what, Snow Plains City was in a mess right now. Since he targeted Snow Plains City, he definitely would not keep it peaceful.

Snow Plains City, as the name implied, was located in a desert same as that of the Beast Battle City. It had snow and ice throughout the year.

When Shao Xuan reached the boundary of Snow Plains City, the snow-covered land and some red and purple flowers along the road came into his sight. The unique plants belonged to Snow Plains City.

Compared to the desolate Beast Battle City, Snow Plains had more plants.

A troop of two hundred hurried by, they should be heading to the battlefield. Every face was grave, or worried. Successive wars had caused them to suffer heavy losses. Their lord now was like a madman, who would fight against everyone who came to him. No one dared to refuse his orders. And if he said, “Fight,” they had to continue the fight.

Even people from the three cities could not bear continuous large-scale wars after a long period of peace.

When Shao Xuan arrived, he saw many dead bodies and bones, some of which were buried in the sand, some of them were half-dead, being partly buried. Many of the dead bodies had been eaten by the carnivorous animals, leaving only bones, which looked rather miserable.

Shao Xuan collected some clothes from the Snow Plains City’s slaves along his way. There was not much difference among the clothes of the low-ranked slaves.

After lurking for a few days to observe, Shao Xuan grabbed an opportunity to blend into the tail of a patrol team after dark.

The slave walking in front of Shao Xuan was tired and sleepy. He did not realize there was someone behind, just yawned and kept walking.

The team leader did not pay much attention either, he was looking around and did not notice that there was an extra person in his team.

When approaching the gate of Snow Plains City, Shao Xuan pulled a cloth down over his face, which was actually a long piece of cloth wrapped around the head. It was a headpiece often worn by low-ranked slaves, which was common. Shao Xuan also covered his face with some dirt, showed fatigue, so that he looked the same as other slaves.

It was getting late. They were returning after a day of patrol and were all about to head back to bed. No one was in the mood to talk.

The organisational system here was incomplete. There were many loopholes which enabled Shao Xuan to move easily.

After the team entered the city, he found a chance to sneak into a sand house.

The people in front of Shao Xuan in the patrol seemed to notice something. He turned around but didn’t see anything wrong. He thought that he might be too tired and confused, so he ignored it.

The sand house which Shao Xuan sneaked into had no door, and the people who lived there had been sacrificed as cannon fodder during the war and would not come back. Shao Xuan settled there temporarily and hid to wait for a chance.