Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Regarding the incident in the cabbage field in the Flaming Horn tribe, many heard the noise but didn’t know what happened. It was not until the next day when they heard that the patrolling team caught a vegetable thief.

Were thieves stealing vegetables now? At this time of the year?

The wanderers didn’t get it. Why steal from the tightly guarded cabbage garden when there are loosely guarded grains enough to fill your stomach?

What a strange thief.

However, several figures lurking amongst the wanderers were suspicious and wanted to learn more about the incident. But unfortunately, during the time of the theft, it was night time, and generally after dark, everyone except the soldiers on patrol would be resting in their houses. Even if they heard the noise, without the notice of the patrolling soldiers, they would not rush out to watch. With their weak physique, any wrong move would cost their lives, so being too curious might end up getting them killed.

Therefore, after the few figures asked around and received no relevant information, they could only return with their doubts unresolved.

“My robber number is indeed ‘Seven’.” The thief did not deny it.

In fact, in many situations, they were proud to let others know their “robber number”, but they would take pride only after successful theft. When people mentioned their names, they would grind their teeth and fake an innocent expression. But this was a different situation. He was almost beaten to death before he even succeeded.

Robber Seven’s gaze moved from Zheng Luo to the people behind him, and finally rested on Shao Xuan.

So this was the bastard that knocked me out?!

Robber Seven made a mental note again.

“What is your purpose in infiltrating our territory?” Zheng Luo interrogated.

“Purpose?” Robber Seven wanted to say ‘steal vegetables’, but he also knew that these people might not believe him, and it wouldn’t help him escape.

Robber Seven rolled his eyes and said, “My purpose is the same as those who still remain in your tribe, who still rely on you.”

Zheng Luo and Ao took a quick glance at Shao Xuan. This answer was similar to the news they got from the Hui tribe.

Zheng Luo waved the knife in his hand, pressed it against Robber Seven’s neck, and asked, “What exactly are you looking for?”

The ice-cold blade made the thief shiver, but he quickly calmed down and said hastily, “Don’t make any wrong moves. I won’t say anything even if you threaten me, and don’t think you can get an answer from those who are still in your tribe. They don’t even know the answer themselves.”

“What is Rock Hill City looking for?” Shao Xuan suddenly asked.

Robber Seven gave Shao Xuan a surprised look. He originally planned to tell them part of the truth to entice the Flaming Horns and arouse their curiosity. The more curious they were, the easier it was for him to negotiate with them. But he did not expect such a specific question. Although he was curious how Shao Xuan could so surely mention “Rock Hill City”, it became obvious as he thought about the tribesmen outside. This brat probably heard it from those people.

They did what they did merely because of something the people from Rock Hill City said.

“If I tell you, will you let me go?” Robber Seven asked.

Zheng Luo frowned. Why do you even bother to negotiate under such conditions? But he nodded, “Yes.”

“You promised too quickly, I don’t believe you.” As the thief shifted his gaze onto Shao Xuan, he felt that this brat was not reliable, so he continued to move until his gaze landed on two old shamans, and his eyes went back and forth between the two.

“Yes,” the old shaman nodded.

“Shaman!” Ao disagreed. He felt that a thief of this kind should be killed right away, instead of letting him escape. After they leave, they would still steal a second time.

The shaman raised his hand to stop Ao’s words, and then looked at the old lady who was sitting still next to him, “What do you think?”

“Yes.” The old lady agreed.

Although they all knew that letting him go meant he would steal from them again, but compared to what they wanted to know, both shamans thought it was worth the deal. They also wanted to know what the Desert King, Rock Hill City, wanted to do. Did he intend on going after the Fearsome Beast Forest after taking over the desert?

When he heard the word “shaman”, Robber Seven’s eyes lit up.

Whatever other people said could be taken back, but if a shaman agreed, then the chance of them going back on their word was comparably lower.

Seeing the opportunity, Robber Seven perked up. He cleared his throat and said, “The people in Rock Hill City are looking for something, and this ‘thing’ is most likely in the Fearsome Beast Forest.”

“What is this ‘thing’?” Zheng Luo asked.

“The green-faced fanged beast!”