Princess Against the World

At that time, they thought it was a cargo ship, and they also discussed that the things these people were transporting were too messy.

Now that I think about it, that's not the case at all——

The things carried on the ship were not the business they speculated on to make a fortune, but the necessary daily necessities needed for the survival of the Sharman race.

"I heard that back then, when the old city lord and the others were still in the underground city, they developed things like salt themselves... Although there was no sunlight, they had their own way of refining salt, unlike us now... ...Even if there is sea water and sunshine, we cannot extract enough salt for our consumption..."

"Dungeon?" Feng Chenglin sat up straight, hanging on the steering wheel as much as possible, squinting his eyes, seemingly drunk but not drunk: "What dungeon? Don't you... live on an island? Oh...it must be your king...your king lives in the underground city..."

The old helmsman looked at his drunken state and shook his head with a smile: "You said that you are drunk and you still have so many problems... I am the same. After drinking a little wine, I also want to talk nonsense! Forget it, let me tell you something about our dungeon..."

Regarding the underground city, ordinary people of the Sharman tribe don't know much about it.

But over the years, folklore and ballads have spread.

In these words, people guessed a general thing——

Many years ago, when the ancestors of the Sharman tribe were still living in the underground city, they were just a very ordinary family there.

Their family is also responsible for the internal food supply and is considered a grain official.

Such officials are naturally indispensable in ordinary days, but when a crisis comes, they become irrelevant.

Because at any time, when danger approaches, politicians, military strategists, big money, etc. are the first people to be protected.

"Of course, some changes occurred in the underground city, but none of us know what these changes were...our ancestors avoided the events involved, and we only know that it turned into a slaughtering battlefield!"

"Battlefield? Slaughter..." Feng Chenglin's eyes narrowed and opened.

He suddenly remembered the ancient city wall he had encountered after he and the old shopkeeper went into the well.

There is a bronze shield embedded on the city wall.

Could it be that that is proof of war? !

"Slaughtering... is the kind of killing chickens and sheep!" The old helmsman thought that Feng Chenglin didn't understand what he said, so he explained emphatically: "You, a seller of wild medicine, don't understand what it means. The battlefield of slaughter...I heard that it was a place with mountains of corpses! As far as the eye could see, there were no living people, only dead people...mountains of dead people..."

The old helmsman shook his head and sighed, full of sighs, as if he had witnessed the slaughter.

"In such a place, human life is about the same as that of chickens, ducks, dogs and rabbits, and is worthless at all... People attack each other and kill anyone they see. As long as they are living creatures, they will not be allowed to appear next to them!"

Feng Chenglin did not disturb him and allowed him to immerse himself in the upcoming battlefield.

It wasn't until a flash of eastern red appeared on the horizon that he suddenly woke up and blinked sharply.

"Look at me... whenever I heard things about the battlefield when I was a child, I couldn't help but imagine that even now I'm old and I still can't change this problem..."