When the sun shone on the grassland the next day, the soldiers of the shales received a new order from their leader, and the attack that would have been launched tonight was cancelled. This order made many soldiers feel relieved. Don''t get me wrong. They let go of their breath not because they have saved a time of humiliating things, such as fighting more and robbing less. In their opinion, it is not a matter of disrespect, but for some other reasons.


    "I''ve sent for your carriage, which should reach the highest point of the sun. But if you really want to keep going, you''d better throw it away. On the grassland, the carriage is the target, and most tribes will not refuse the opportunity to shoot an arrow at the target. " Said uville as he walked into the yurt and lowered the curtain. At the same time, he frowned slightly because of the smell in the air. No matter how many times he came, he couldn''t like the smell in the shaman tent.


    The cheese party was scattered in the tent. Batu and ATA lean aside to make up for their sleep last night. The female swordsman seems to want to wake up instinctively at the moment when the head man enters the door. However, Lota on the side stops her and asks her to continue to rest. The count of Heishan held a patch of ointment on his head in one hand, and the bruise under the cloth was quite obvious. As for how serious it was, it was probably as serious as the bruise on uville''s face. The result of the two men''s wrestling last night was that they gave each other a bad make-up.


    The mage nodded a little when he heard what the visitor said. His main attention was still on the coma shaman lying on the blanket. Wuqi''s state is very strange, especially after Lothar has promised several times that he did not attack hard yesterday. He should have been awake. But now Wuqi not only didn''t wake up, but also kept sweating. His eyelids trembled, obviously due to the rapid rotation of his eyes. This is the performance of a dream, and judging from his painful expression, it is mostly a nightmare.


    "Tell me why you attacked us." There was no anger in cheese''s words, only curiosity. In fact, it''s faster to ask Wuqi as a shaman, but now it''s not easy to ask Wuqi. It''s taboo among casters to rashly wake people who fall into unnatural sleep.


    Uville didn''t like the guy who called himself cheese. To be precise, he wanted to kill the witch with a knife. But he knew it was wrong. As a leader, he had to consider more than his own needs. He had to consider the safety of the tribe. So there were at least two things he couldn''t do with cheese and his companions. The first was Wuqi. Since last night, Wuqi has been under the control of cheese and others, and in uville''s opinion, these people also put some kind of curse on Wuqi, so that the shaman could not wake up from the nightmare. And the second point is,


    "we are asked to offer sacrifices." After saying this, the shoulder of the young leader collapsed like a deflated ball. He sat on the carpet, and his voice was full of reluctance and helplessness. "Wuqi has won us a grace period, and we can use people outside the tribe as sacrifices. It''s the same with rollerbury and troll, and that''s why we decided to act together


    "Who made you sacrifice? Do you want a sacrifice? There should be no such tribe around here. " Lothar has a little understanding of the grassland situation near Cangshi. Although the rise and fall of the upper tribes on the grassland can be like a storm for outsiders, the three shales have established their foothold in this area by blood relationship, and should not be so weak.


    Uville''s face was even more ugly. On the grassland, defeat was not a disgrace, but surrender, or surrender without reason, was a great humiliation. Nomads have their own glory, which is different from that of knights, but even so, it is embarrassing to be treated as a hawk dog. The young leader was silent for a long time, and then slowly said a word, "Skinner."


    Lothar''s expression was wonderful. He wanted to say something, but it touched the bruise on his face and caused a burst of discomfort. The cheese sitting next to the shaman smiles. He remembered, of course, what happened outside the iron Fort six years ago. Skinner is an evil being based on the skin of other creatures. In the past few years, the mage did not trace the origin of the Skinner at that time, but even the most excellent intelligence personnel would fail to achieve anything related to the grassland. The characteristics of nomadic tribes determined that there would not be too stable communication channels between them.


    "Tell me more about the skinners. How many of them, where did they come from, and when did they threaten your offerings? What''s more, whose orders do they have Cheese said calmly.


    "Instruct?" The mage''s words puzzled the head man. In his impression, a Skinner has the ability to wash three parts with blood. How could such an evil existence like a natural disaster be instructed by others? This is obviously beyond the limits of uwell''s imagination. Perhaps only the darkness that gave birth to these monsters can direct them.


    Cheese stares at each other for a few seconds, then sighs slightly after confirming that the doubts on wuvier''s face are not fake. "Although skinners are tricky, they can''t kill the spirit of nature."


    "What are you talking about? What did they kill? " Although cheese has seen something interesting in him, uville himself has not found the connection between him and the spirits. In this case, uville is still an ordinary man, and the existence of the spirits and their influence on the world are still confused incantations and inaudible prayers in Shaman''s mouth. He did not understand what the death of the spirit of nature meant and what kind of problems it would cause."Nothing. You just need to know that there are people behind those skinners. It''s not something you can solve. " The cheese replied casually that the palm of his hand felt the dawn hanging around his waist. With this lamp, they would be much simpler when facing the Skinner.


    "Ha Maybe he was awakened by the conversation between the two people. The lying Wuqi suddenly opened his eyes and made a sound that he didn''t know whether to say it was a cry or a scream.


    "Knot! Those knots When he wakes up, the shaman grabs his nearest cheese dress like a demon, and repeats the nonsense about the word knot.


    And in cheese''s mind, what the sleeper said to him in the gray tower came out naturally.


    You have to step on the grassland, through the shadow of the knot.


    Prophecy, it seems, has begun to work. The mage looked at Wuqi, who was in a bad state. He seemed to be greatly shocked. This kind of shock made cheese feel a little familiar. So the mage stretched out his right index finger at a very fast speed and touched his forehead with a flash of light.


    "Calm down. No matter what you see or hear, you are back now."


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