Chapter 872 (1/1)

”What happened?” The voice of cheese rings from behind Batu, making the tense boy almost pull out his dagger. The noise came from the place where the tribe gathered, together with the faint light of fire and the sound that had already been indistinguishable from roaring, cheering or howling. Batu first looked at the mage to make sure that he was not hurt by the noise. Then he frowned a little, showed a puzzled look and shook his head. He didn't know what was going on. Although the noise was not small, it was too noisy.

Fortunately, some people are closer to the center of the chaos than the boy at the door. Lothar and atta are back here at this point, ”it's not very good.” The count said so as soon as he saw cheese, and his face was worried, not as if to be joking, ”your patient may not be able to wait for your operation.”

Cheese blinked. A lot of conjectures flashed through his brain, and quickly combined with the current situation, he came up with a most likely one: ”the Skinner comes to ask for the sacrifice, and uville is going to give the child to them?” Counting the time, two days have passed since they should have been attacked. It is inconceivable that the Skinner's character can tolerate such a long time.

Lothar nodded. He handed Batu the surgical equipment he had collected from his shoulder. ”What should I do? It's a lot of trouble to give them back. ”

Cheese smile, he recognized the count's meaning, and then took a deep breath, turned into the yurt, took out the dawn from the salute, hung it on his waist, and covered it with his robe. When he came out, the Tomahawk on Lothar's back was already showing a faint golden light. Even the female swordsman has put her hand on the hilt. The mage patted the boy on the shoulder. ”Batu, you come to protect the shaman. We'll be back soon. ”

Language is to convey ideas and communicate information. But interestingly, when so many people speak their thoughts at the same time, language loses its rationality and returns to meaningless and disordered syllables. In his wolf skin cloak, which only a headman could wear, he stood silently on the platform by the campfire, his eyes glowing with fire and watching the noisy people. Those are his people. Sometimes, however, he always felt that they had not noticed it. He knows everyone here, their families, their loved ones, their demands, what they want, what they don't want to lose Well, the more you can understand that.

They are not fed enough cattle and sheep. It wasn't the first time such a thought came to his mind. In the eyes of the young leader, the face and body of his people began to twist in the light of fire, and the shadow cast became ferocious and ugly. ”Crackle!” The firewood in the bonfire made a crisp sound, and the low flame which was originally in the crowd suddenly jumped up, which scared all the people into silence.

Cheese, here we are. The mage didn't wear a hood this time, showing his black hair in a bunch, which was the same color as most grassland people. ”Ah The poor woman, seeing the grey robed man's appearance, rushed to his feet and was quickly lifted up by ATA. Her face was full of tears, and her mouth kept saying something, but she couldn't make it clear because of choking. But look at her child tied to a wooden tenon. It's not so hard to understand, is it?

”What's going on?” Cheese didn't ask the crowd for an answer. He asked him directly.

The head man raised his eyebrows, but before he opened his mouth, a man who looked quite old walked between the mage and uville. ”This is a matter of the shale tribe, and the shaman has no right to interfere.”

”The man you're tying up is my patient. I promised the spirits and the child's mother to keep the pain away from him Cheese said calmly, and his mind unconsciously recalled what he had said to the army of Cang lion on the wall of Xigu city. On that day, he pulled the rat man back from the edge of being slaughtered for similar reasons. Of course, the situation at this time is quite different from that at that time. There are few analogies between the child chosen as a sacrifice and the rat man as a monster.

”And the father brought him here.” The man didn't flinch from the tough cheese. For these brave herdsmen, the illusory spirits and their agents cannot command them. The fact is the same. Among the tribes, shamans are more as advisers and advisers to the leaders, and the real decision-making power is firmly in the hands of the leaders.

The situation seems to be developing in a direction beyond the control of cheese. As a father of a child, Lothar has put his hand on the Tomahawk, and now he is eager to find the man who has given up his child and teach him some basic principles. But before the count could contain his anger, uville said, ”we respect your promise, shaman. And I also noticed that your commitment doesn't conflict with what we need. You can take the child, cure him, and take him to the grassland east of the tribe before dawn, and let him ride on black cattle

Both ARTA and Lothar were stimulated by the leader's words and almost directly showed their weapons, because in their view, sending a child who had just been cured to death is no different from sending a child who has not been cured to death. But cheese reached out and stopped them. He nodded, ”I see. The child will be there before dawn. ”

In the gaze of countless eyes, cheese left the central bonfire with two companions and his patients. The child's mother did not follow, because the three mages were not members of the tribe, and they could leave when they were not welcome, but she could not. If you lose a tribe, you lose everything. This is a truth that grassland people all know. Therefore, most of the time, they are more united than the Cang lion people, because the unity of the Cang lion people is gathered in a collective sense of honor. The grassland does not speak of glory. Cold and hunger can arouse people's admiration for the collective strength more than any glory. This unity is not always perfect, it will also create such a tragedy as a sacrificial child.By the time cheese and the poor boy returned to the Shaman's hut, the child was nearly broken. Fortunately, Wuqi's tent has drugs that make people sleepy. Losing consciousness is not a bad thing at all.

”You shouldn't have brought him back. It's going to have a deeper impact than you think When the shaman saw the cheese and their faces, he knew what was going on.

”You're too late. I did it a long time ago. ”