People dancing by the campfire are cast twisted shadows by the fire. This is the dance of shaman to please the spirits. It''s dance. In fact, there is no certain standard in the movement of this dance. All the stretching, contraction, speed and strength are decided by the dancers themselves. Or it''s decided by the invisible spirits. Many people who have witnessed Shaman Dance think that they are crazy. Even the most tolerant connoisseur can''t see the elements of beauty in those crazy rhythms and dynamics. This is the purpose of this dance, and then the madness out of reason enables shaman to transcend human status and bring the power of spirits back to the world under the stars from a higher place.


    The head people, with their eyes closed, follow the ancient tradition of not looking directly at the dancing shaman. It is said that someone once violated this taboo and was taken away by the spirits attached to the shaman. Of course, the more popular version of that legend is that the young and strong headman was attracted by the beautiful female deer spirit, went all the way, left countless legends, and finally married the human God back to his tribe, which still exists today.


    "Poof!" Herbal powder is thrown into the fire by the shaman, producing an aroma mixed with a burnt smell. The people who inhaled the aroma began to wiggle their heads unconsciously, and the whole body began to vibrate with the indistinct hum of the Shaman''s mouth. The Shaman''s voice grew higher and higher, and his hands held high as if to hold the whole starry sky in his arms. But just as he was about to sing the loudest syllable of the evening, the young man opposite the fire suddenly opened his eyes. His pupils were not like human beings, but like falcons and birds of prey.


    Urville rushed through the fire, regardless of the fact that the edge of his clothes had been set alight. He had only one thought left in his mind, which was to stop the guy with the sheep bone in his head from continuing to speak. He succeeded, and the shaman obviously didn''t expect such a sudden situation. Without any resistance, he was pushed to the ground by the young leader. The sheep bones on his head rolled down, revealing a strange face.


    "Is God possessed? It''s just a moment. " The stranger, crushed to the ground, said with a smile, in the language of some strange prairie southerners in uville.


    "What have you done to Wuqi?" The head of the shal''erbu roared. The anger contained multiple meanings. He was worried about the safety of his shaman, and he was furious because he was teased.


    Uwell''s words were spoken in the language of the prairie, which touched the other party''s blind spot of knowledge. But in this situation, you don''t need to really understand what the leader said, but you can guess his general meaning, right? "Be polite, if you want your shaman to survive."


    Uville, of course, was not polite to give a guy who pretended to be Wuqi and teased himself. But he has to consider the safety of Wuqi, because of the uniqueness of the Wuqi family, they are hard to be replaced, and even if other tribes recruit shamans willing to come here, uville doubts whether the newcomers can be as powerful as Wuqi. The young headman stirred the muscles on his face, resisted the impulse of smashing the smile on the other side''s face, and slowly stood up. It''s worth noting that the fires that should have burned did not devour urwell. Another miracle.


    It would be reasonable to say that the spirit of the eagle possessed uville for a brief moment to let him see through the fake under the Shaman''s disguise, because the fake hurt the spokesmen of the spirits, and the spirits used the mortal hand to achieve their revenge. The flame that can extinguish itself is confusing. As a tool, it is not important enough for the spirits to descend to miracles again.


    "Who are you? Where is Wuqi? " Urwell asked in the language of the prairie. Although he could barely understand what the people outside the grassland were saying, he did not have the ability to communicate with each other in that language. However, he and the fake were not the only ones present. The other two leaders realized the confusion around them. When they opened their eyes, they saw uville questioning the strange man. However, the two leaders were not so good-natured, especially the head of basil department. The strong man stood up from the ground and rushed to each other like a brown bear!


    Uville knew the strength of his distant brother, and if the wrestler held on to it, even a tree would have to be cut off. But the stranger did not know whether he was too arrogant or too late to respond. Facing the fierce charge, he just waved his hand. With just a flick of his hand, the light of fire came from behind urvier to his body. The twisted tongue of fire turned into an arm like having life and caught the strong man from behind. This time, the flame did not go out.


    "Ah! Fire In fact, the fire tongues were not as warm as they looked. After they fell down on the ground and were patted by Holden''s help, the head of the basil division did not receive any substantial damage. However, not everyone can let the flame dance with their own mind, right? Especially at the moment when the stranger waved his hand, uville was sure he saw the light in the other person''s eyes.


    "Evil witch!" Said the young leader. For the shaman who coexists with all things, it is OK to ask for the help of the spirit of fire, but it is impossible to control the fire in such a short time, and the Shaman''s eyes will not shine when casting. It has always been regarded as a characteristic of demons or witches.The stranger shrugged, though he could not understand what uville had said, and from his manner and tone of voice he knew it was not good. No way. It''s impossible to pretend to be a shaman of the tribe and expect to be treated politely. Besides, when he was planning this scene, he did not intend to live in peace with these grassland people who wanted to deal with themselves.


    "I know you don''t care, but I''ll introduce myself to you. My name is cheese, and I''m in grey." In response to him, it was uville''s roar of war.


    "All right," murmured the grey robed mage, and then sidestepped to avoid the first attack. Thanks to their respect for the ceremony, none of them carried weapons. But without weapons, it doesn''t mean these angry nomads are not lethal. Cheese had many ways to kill them, but as he said just now, he had planned to do so, that is to say, now he has other ideas, "Rosa, help me calm him down."


    Another figure rushed out of the grass and soon wrestled with uville. In the meantime, cheese tied the other two heads to the ground with stalks everywhere, and sat down by the campfire. His eyes were fixed on the fire, because he could feel that something was staring at him in the fire.


    "Don''t look at me like that. I didn''t kill your companion. No, the first one was not Your spokesperson is very good. My partner is looking after him I beg your pardon? Well, well, I''m really interested in that... "


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