The words of the head of shales are undoubtedly crazy and distorted, and his reason and all the good parts are obviously deceived along with his soul. At least Wuqi hoped so, so that he could comfort himself that there was no uville in the skin bag he knew, so that he could use all the powers that the spirits could lend him to deal with the evil in front of him, so that he could recite his mourning for uville in a gentle voice when he was killed or killed by the other party. But that''s not the case.


    No matter the tone, manner, eyes, movements, the head of the shale division was not half out of order. On the contrary, he looked better than Wuqi had ever seen him at his best. For a moment, shaman had a sense of confusion. If wuweil hadn''t admitted his deal with evil spirits, Wuqi would have thought that he had been blessed by the spirits.


    "You told me that the spirits are not just stars in the sky, right?" Urwell went up to the only one he had ever been a friend, and said with a smile, "I doubted you before. Because when my mother died, they didn''t give us a helping hand. When our tribe suffered from the vagabond, they didn''t give us a helping hand. Now I understand that you''re right. The spirits are around us. They are not so different from us. People have all kinds of personalities, and so do the spirits, don''t they? "


    Wuqi blinked, and it took a few seconds to understand what the leader meant. "No, it''s not like that. Urvier, listen to me. You''re not trading with one of the spirits."


    Shaman''s words, can not continue, because uville''s left hand fell heavily on his shoulder, the strength on it was so strong that Wuqi almost fell to the ground, "what''s the matter? Now it may not be. But when I put up a totem for it and let the salads exist in its name, it will be. Those great Shan Yu in history, aren''t they? As long as you succeed in the end, your patron saint is naturally one of the spirits. The law of the prairie is the law of the jungle, whether on earth or in the sky. "


    Wuqi also wants to refute, but at this time, the curtain of yurt is lifted, and wuweil''s eyes turn to the original cyan gray as soon as the sunlight comes in. "Headman, the ditch at the south end has been dug. But are we really going to give up fighting right now? It''s not our style to stick to our style, and the soldiers have a lot of complaints about it


    "Horses can''t stand the smell of those guys. I understand your concern, but this time we have to." The head man tapped the chest of the people with his fist. His expression was gentle and his voice was confident like sunshine. "It''s OK. Those bastards in animal skins. Our soldiers can win them without getting on the horse."


    This made Wuqi frown, who was facing them, not because wuweil was saying unrealistic words. On the contrary, as a leader of the tribe to survive in adversity, his performance and words were too correct. With the encouragement of a few words, the worried member of the clan stood up miraculously. The sadness on his face dissipated in an instant. Instead, he looked at the head man with hot eyes. Wuqi can hear the people breathing faster and faster. He can guess the ruddy face and fighting spirit of the latter without looking back.


    "Shaman, please rest with me. You are tired enough." After that, uville left the tent.


    As the curtain fell again, the head man''s tent darkened again. Shaman couldn''t understand, he couldn''t understand what happened to wuville. Didn''t he sell his soul to the devil? Why is he more like a wise leader now than ever? The charm and persuasion emanated from his words unconsciously, as well as the calmness shown in his actions that he did not possess before. He really sold his soul to evil spirits, didn''t he? That pair of gemstone eyes is the best proof. And the obscure atmosphere in the tent proved that Wuqi was not wrong. So what''s wrong? Or, uville is right. Evil spirits are also spirits.


    "No, no, no, no! No way Wuqi shook his head. He was the servant of the spirits, and so was his father. Faith in the spirits has been embedded in his body and spirit. From the very beginning, Wuqi believed that people are good or bad, just as his father treated his mother badly. The spirits that can be believed in are tolerant. They will tolerate everyone, good and bad. As long as you believe in them, they will help you. Such spirits must be the collection of all the good, and they must be as bright as the stars! How can there be evil spirits among them!


    Shaman kneels down on the ground, where he is photographed by uville, burning like a fire, but he can''t tell whether the pain is real or imagined in the fierce collision of his heart. For the first time in his life, the shaman realized another aspect of the concept of spirits. And this side, he does not want to face in any case. Now he even hopes that all this is the illusion created by uville. When night falls, the leader controlled by the evil spirits will sell all the shales, so that the shaman can defend his faith with his death and the death of his people, and prove that there is no seat for evil spirits among the spirits!


    Wuqi made a mistake. Great leaders don''t need kindness. What they need to command a group is to unite their internal skills and resist the external courage. This has nothing to do with good and evil. It only says that excellent and respected character can play a better role. Then again, can good and evil in the world be equated with good and evil in the world? From the perspective of the spirits, evil spirits are evil. They steal the power of nature and spread the influence of distortion and blasphemy. But what does it have to do with people? If the destruction of a forest can make the tribe spend the winter in food and clothing, why not? If killing a foreign race can bring more land and wealth to the people, why not? In the final analysis, what is the relationship between man and the world? Is it mutual conquest or interdependence. Of course, this is not what Wuqi has to face now.The problem shaman has to face now is the skinners who are coming tonight. And the sun, with the help of clouds, has gradually set in the west, the moon has been unable to wait to show its shape in the air. Straw in the wind under the wind in a piece of falling, seems to be in the hint of something approaching. When the light of torches and bonfires replaced the sunshine as the highlight of the open land, the fate of shale tribe will soon be revealed.


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