Dawn of the Grey Tower

It is normal for Batu to feel at a loss. Although the burial methods of people on the grassland are similar, the wolf master is the wolf master after all. Although he now only has one leather bag, he is respectable as the ruler who once controlled the vast area nearby. Despite the fact that the waterbucks relying on the sledgehammer are actually not so closely related to the wolf owner, Batu couldn't help but give this leather bag considerable respect. And when this leather bag fell to the ground, he had no idea what to do next.

The others in the squad, including Kailas, who had a deep understanding of the grassland customs, did not speak, and they turned their attention to Nuiza. Anyway, it was her father, and she was the only person present who had the authority to make a decision. Whether to recognize this as the will of the spirits, or simply treat it as an accident, and the power of interpretation is in her hands.

Nuiza did not immediately respond. She stood up and walked to the body of her father. The body had begun to rot. I am afraid that even a horse would refuse to carry it again in a day or two. It is said that the cubs of the beasts will not spend more than three days in their dead parents, because when the original smell of the parents is gone, they will not know what the corpse in front of them is. In fact, the same is true for humans. When life passes away from a body, what remains here is just a combination of meat and bones. This combination itself no longer has any meaning.

"Buy him, just bury it here." This is different from what she had originally imagined. Originally, her father would have a more grassland ceremonial ending, and he would be placed in a shallow pit. The silence and blessings of the tribes are integrated into the earth. Then the galloping horseshoe would flatten the soil, and no one would disturb his peace. Now, with the exception of Nuiza himself, no one present is a clan of the dead. He will cut off contact with the world in the eyes of strangers. This is not much better than exposing corpse wilderness.

Several people looked at each other. This was not because they were taking care of Nuiza. They just wanted to bury a person. At least they needed to dig a large enough pit, but they did n’t have tools. Tomahawks and scimitars are obviously not suitable for digging soil. The most pragmatic method at the moment is probably to dig out a tomb by hand. That is not an easy job. Besides, digging graves for the dead is not something anyone can do. At Cangshi, this job must be handed over to a professional gravedigger. On the grasslands, those who dig graves for the dead are also particular.

Soon, the wolf master's daughter realized this, but she didn't ask anyone for help. As the only heir of the dead and the leader of this funeral, it was her own duty, so Nuiza squatted, Started to dig out the soil by hand by the side where the corpse fell. This process is not simple. The soil on the grassland looks soft and soft. In fact, the rich plant rhizomes inside make it have a strong structure far beyond imagination. Moreover, human hands are not as good at digging as animals.

The slender fingers swelled up in a short time, and the pink nails also cracked in the collision of stones and shed red blood. For these, Nuiza held her teeth and persevered, ignoring the suffering of her fingers, as if the ten fingers were not hers. The first one who could not see it was Atta. The female swordsman wanted to help but was stopped by Batu. That was her father, and no one on the scene was qualified to help her excavate the tomb because they were not the wolf master's clan.

The female swordsman's eyes were slightly reddish, and Kailas pulled aside to prevent her from watching. Lothar and Batudo watched for a while, and closed their eyes slightly, and turned their eyes away. Only the cheese kept staring at Nuisa's every move. After a nail peeled off her finger and fell into the soil, the mage sighed, took off his shoes quietly, and let the soles step on the ground directly.

The nails that fell in the soil and were still stained with blood, penetrated into the soil like consciousness in front of Nuiza. She hadn't reacted to what had happened yet, a slight shock came from her feet, the wolf master's daughter subconsciously evaded to the side, and then, centered on the traces of her excavation, a pit full of people and a pit suddenly appeared. The sand on the pits all fell down as if they were empty underneath. Sobbing, even though it came out with both hands, Nuiza knelt beside the pit and kept chanting words praising the spirits.

But the rest of the team looked at the grey robe putting on shoes. The cheese tilted his head and motioned them not to speak. But when Nuisa ​​recovered from her mood, she also realized that the matter might be related to the wizard who could spit mist from her mouth. So she turned around and looked at the cheese with puzzled eyes.

"Don't look at me with this kind of look. You offered an offering to the spirit of the earth. It gave you a response. The thing is that simple." The mage said of course. Although it was wrong to impersonate the dancer after seeing the spirit of the earth in person, it is expected that it would not blame the gray robe for it.

Nuiza is not stupid. It is precisely because she has faith in the spirits that she knows clearly that the gods worshipped by the prairie people are not so easy to be moved ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ If a small piece of nails and full of emotions can be exchanged With the help of gods, there will be no preyed animals in this world, will it? All spirits are inclusive, but all spirits are also transcendent. If there is no such distance from the world, how can they contain all right and wrong of the grasslands and even the wider world from a higher place under a starry sky?

The wolf lord's female face looked at the mage with a complex face. In the latter's smile, she was helplessly relieved, gave up the idea of ​​continuing to study, and accepted the result. Silent goodwill is often more difficult to repay than tangible help, but she has already kept it in her mind and will inevitably try to repay the debt in the future. And now, it is more important to put that skin sac on the ground.

"Do we know that your father's burial place is really good? Generally speaking, apart from cronies and clan, the less information people know, the better." After completing the burial of the wolf master, Atta was a little worried. Asked Nuisa ​​that the wolf-lord's daughter's previous digging of the ground moved her deeply. She didn't want to follow the tradition of the grassland after Nuisa ​​worked so hard.

The latter heard Waner smile, "It doesn't matter, I believe he won't mind what you know. Besides, my responsibility for funeral means that no one will come to worship him in the future. This may be that the wolf master is not comparable to ordinary people. Somewhere, his sons can be busy now. "