Dawn of the Grey Tower

"What happened?" The voice of the cheese sounded from behind Batu, making the boy with a tense expression almost draw out his dagger. The noise came from the place where the tribes gathered, together with the faint fire and the sound that could not be distinguished is roaring, cheering or howling. Batu first looked at the mage to make sure he wasn't hurt by the noise. Then he frowned slightly and shook his head with a suspicious look. He didn't know what happened, although the noise was not small, but it was too noisy.

Fortunately, someone is closer to the center of the chaos than the boy guarding the door. Lothar and Atta came back here at this time, "The situation is not very good." The count said as soon as he saw the cheese, and there was a worried look on his face, not like a joke. "Your The patient may not be able to wait for your surgery. "

The cheese blinked, a lot of speculation flashed in his mind, and quickly combined with the current situation to get the most likely, "The skinner came to ask for the sacrifice, Uvir intends to give the child to them?" Counting the time, two days have passed since they were supposed to be attacked. It is incredible that the skinned person can tolerate such a long time.

Lossa nodded. He handed the surgical tools collected on his shoulder to Batu. "What should I do? Returning these things back is very troublesome."

Si smiled slightly. He heard the earl's meaning and took a deep breath. Then he turned into the felt room and took out the breath of dawn from the salute, hung it on his waist, and covered it with his robe. When he came out, the battle axe behind Lothar's back had revealed a faint golden light. Even the female swordsman has put her hand on the hilt. The mage patted the shoulder of the overwhelmed boy, "Batu, you come to protect the shaman. We will be back soon."

Language appears to convey ideas and information. What's interesting is that when so many people speak their thoughts at the same time, the language loses its rationality and returns to meaningless syllables. Uville wore a wolf-skin cloak that only the headman could wear. He stood silently on the table by the bonfire, his eyes glowing beating, watching the noisy people. Those people are his people. Sometimes, he always felt that they did not notice this. He knows everyone here, knows their family, knows what they love, and knows what they want, what they want, what they do n’t want to lose ... But the more they understand this, the more powerless Uvir is.

They are all fed cattle and sheep. This is not the first time such thoughts have appeared in his mind. In the eyes of the young leader, the face and body of his tribe began to distort in the light of fire, and the cast shadows became distorted and ugly. "Crack!" The firewood in the bonfire made a crisp sound, and the low flames in the crowd suddenly jumped up the old high, and all the scared people were silent.

Cheese, here. The mage did not wear a hood this time, exposing his bundle of black hair, which is the same hair color as most prairie people. "Ah!" The poor woman immediately fell to his feet after seeing the gray robe, and was quickly lifted by Atta. Her face was sloppy and she kept saying something, but she couldn't make it clear because of her choked throat. But look at her child who was tied to the wooden tenon, things are not so difficult to understand, are they?

"What's going on?" The cheese didn't ask the crowd for an answer, he asked Uvel directly.

The head man raised his eyebrows, but before he spoke, a man who looked quite old walked between the mage and Uvir. "This is something inside the Shale Ministry, and the shaman has no right to interfere."

"The person you bound is my patient. I promised the spirits and the child's mother to keep the pain away from him." The cheese said calmly, remembering unconsciously in the valley city What the city's army said to the lion's army. That day, he pulled the Ratman back from the edge of the slaughter for similar reasons. Of course, the situation at this time is quite different from that at that time. There is not much to compare between the children chosen as sacrifices and the ratmen regarded as monsters.

"And the child's father brought him here." The man did not flinch from the toughness of the cheese. For these sturdy herdsmen, the ethereal spirits and their agents cannot yet command them. The fact is the same. Among the tribes, shamans are more advisors and chiefs of staff. The real decision-making power is still firmly in the hands of the chief men.

Situation seems to start to develop in a direction beyond the control of the cheese. As a child's father, Losa has put his hand on the tomahawk, and now he is eager to find the man who gave up his child and teach him some basic truths. But before the count could not suppress his anger, Uville spoke, "We respect your promise, shaman. And I also noticed that your promise does not conflict with what we need. You can take this Heal the child, and then take him to the grassland east of the tribe before dawn, and let him ride a black cow. "

Both Atta and Losa were stimulated by the words of the headman ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Weapons were almost directly illuminated, because in their view, the child who had just cured the disease was sent to death, and the untreated disease was sent to death There is no difference. But the cheese reached out to stop them, and he nodded. "I know. The child will be there before dawn."

In the gaze of countless eyes, the cheese left the central campfire with two companions and his patients. The child ’s mother did not follow, because the three masters were not members of the tribe, and they could leave when they were unpopular, but she could not. If you lose your tribe, you will lose everything. This is what the prairie people know. Therefore, most of them are more united than the Cangshi people, because the unity of the Cangshi people is gathered under a collective sense of glory. The grassland does not speak of glory, and cold and hunger are more able to evoke people to the collective than any glory. The admiration of power, and this unity is not always perfect, it will also create tragedies such as children sacrificed.

By the time they returned to the shaman's hut with the poor child, the child had almost collapsed. Fortunately, there are drugs that make people sleepy in Wuqi's tent. Losing consciousness is sometimes not a completely bad thing.

"You shouldn't bring him back. The impact of this incident will be much deeper than you think." The shamans immediately understood what happened after seeing their expressions on the cheese.

"You said it was too late. I did that a long time ago."

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