Two days later, as night fell, a huge bonfire lit up in the camp.

Everyone began to gather around the campfire, and Ed and the others couldn't help but get excited. Summoning the souls of the dead is taboo among humans and elves, something only necromancers do. But here, summoning the spirits of ancestors is a sacred ritual like summoning gods.

All had carefully groomed themselves, the rough tattoos had been repainted to appear more vivid, and the men's hair and beards had been tied into many braids, decorated with dyed bone beads and simply polished gemstones. The women coiled their long hair high and wrapped it with brightly colored threads. The woman who had exchanged a bag of spices for the golden rose necklace with Tess walked up and down the crowd, smugly enjoying all the envious glances.

“...... Shouldn't we dress a little more elegantly?" Narya looked down at her usual outfit and asked a little uneasily, "Isn't that a bit rude?"

"Oh, sweetheart, you're already beautiful like this. Tess comforted her, but couldn't help but scratch at her loose red hair, "Should I tie my hair up?"

Rosa smiled and quickly put Tess in a nice bun in the crowd. When Naria couldn't help but cast an envious look, Rosa hesitated, walked over to her, and gestured at her short hair, which had nothing to groom.

"Is that okay?" she asked with a smile, "as a return for your meatloaf." ”

Naria hesitated, but Tess had already wrapped her arms around her.

"Come on, sweetheart, Rosa's cooking skills are certainly not as good as yours, but she is much better at dealing with hair than you!"

Naria didn't want to refuse any more, and nodded slightly.

While the girls tried their best to dress up, Ed looked at the sky frequently.

“...... He won't show up. Norway said.

Ed smiled a little sheepishly.

"I know. "I just wish he could see that." ”

"Maybe he can see a little. Norway also looked up at the night sky, which was faintly purple as the sun had just set, "It's a big fire." ”

It was a lot of them—Ed suspected that the barbarians had probably cut down all the trees in the poor grove nearby.

"Will the necromancer see it too?" he asked, a little uneasy.

"Don't worry. I think Dutton and Sio have thought about this. Mock comforted him. Barbarians may be rude to humans in many ways, but they are not really "brainless" as the legend suggests.

The drums sounded, and the barbarians began to perform a simple and powerful dance. People from different tribes wear different masks, but they jump out of the exact same movement.

"Why the hell did they divide into different tribes? everything about them...... Faith. The customs, living habits, and even the dancing are all the same. Ed couldn't help but mutter.

Norway smiled: "You humans are no different in the eyes of the elves, aren't they also divided into many different countries and city-states?"

“...... Didn't the elves have a point?"

“...... Divided. ”

Elves are not as warlike as humans, but there have been times when they have been divided into three kingdoms and fought against each other, and the rulers of the three kingdoms have even been brothers.

Mock smiled heavily, and didn't say anything, the Silver Tooth Dwarves were one of the Black Rock Dwarves. He really didn't have much to say.

Three friends from different races smiled at each other, left behind the history and reality that could not be changed, and began to concentrate on admiring the unique style of the barbarians' dance. Tess had already dragged Naria and Rosa in, laughing as she learned to dance, but it was Akan who danced the most—the simple dance suited him perfectly. His tall stature also resembles that of a barbarian. Ed even felt that several women were secretly sending Qiu Bo to Akhan, but the simple guy probably didn't realize it at all.

The barbarians, who had not been very friendly to them before, couldn't help but smile at the moment. But Norway could tell that there was still a faint uneasiness in those smiles, and that uneasiness probably wouldn't go away until Seo succeeded in summoning the ancestor.

Baie didn't show up at all. Sesyana stood from afar, watching the lively scene. The two mages stood on the other side, observing with interest, after all, not many humans had the opportunity to see the barbarians summon and worship their ancestors.

When everyone knelt on the ground, even Tess knelt down honestly, watching with curiosity as Sio stood up. The red tattoo on the old shaman's face became more and more striking. But apart from the heavy bone ornament around his neck, and a long bone staff with some symbols carved on the side, he looked more modest than anyone else.

The old man hummed an old song and circled around the campfire. Spices, made from a mixture of several plant and animal fats, were sprinkled with firepower, and a faint blue smoke filled the air, but it did not choke the nose or irritate the eyes, but only gave off a strange fragrance.

"I guess they don't sell this?" Tess whispered to Naria.

Naria glared at her, gesturing to silence.

Sio stuck his bone staff into the ground.

No one made a sound, and in the silence only the sound of the wind and the burning of wood could be heard. Then the old shaman's chant began again.

The smoke that permeated the people shook and shook as if they had been brought to life by the sound of song, turning into the shadows of pale blue reindeer, appearing and disappearing in the firelight, running, jumping, pacing leisurely, as if they really had life.

Then, to everyone's surprise, a white, translucent shadow burst out.

“...... North?" Tess cried out in amazement, and was immediately covered by Naria.

Sio smiled at them, not angry, but looked at the overly cheerful winter wolf with some curiosity—it was more like a dog.

Tess touched the knife at her waist. Tess had tried countless times since she had been saved in a blizzard to call the north out again, and when Mock arrived at the camp, she pestered Mock and asked countless questions, but the dwarf had never seen the wolf - or the dog - and could only tell her that it was a gift from a friend, and that he did not know its origin.

But now, the north is pounced on in a herd of reindeer, and the joy is almost crazy - and everyone can see it.

The body of the north is not like those deer, it is also translucent, but it does not drift away and gather in the wind, but is surrounded by a soft white light, which looks very clear.

There were different expressions on people's faces, surprise, curiosity, excitement - the survivors of the Winter Wolf tribe were of course more excited, but there was no resentment or anger, the barbarians worshipped the spirits of the various animals on the ice field as they worshiped the souls of their ancestors, after all, in the legend, that was also one of their origins, otherwise they would not have named their tribe after various animals.

But no one could tell what this animal with the appearance of a wolf and the personality of a dog was, so he could only watch it scurry all over the ground, running after all the reindeer, and when he saw that people seemed to be able to see it, he spun around in a circle with excitement, and then crouched on the ground and howled at the sky.

The people looked at each other in amazement, making sure that they were not the only ones who heard the voice.

In the distance, a real wolf howl answered the call of the north, and then one after another, more wolves from the ice field joined in. They were far from the camp, but the cries could still be heard in the ears of the people in the camp in the open snow.

“...... It's not really going to lure the wolves over, is it?" said Ed felt himself start to sweat.

"I think it's just proven that it's still a wolf. Tess said seriously, "I'm sorry, North, I shouldn't have called you a dog." ”

Uncontrollable exclamations rang out, and the shadows of more animals appeared around the smoke-filled campfire, reindeer, wolves, bears, foxes, eagles, rabbits, bighorn sheep, snow apes, wild horses......

"Is that all?" Disima, who was standing far away, chuckled under his breath, "I can conjure this trick too, maybe it's even better than this!"

Deamo was silent, still looking sad.

But the ceremony is far from over. When the smoke cleared, the shadows of all the animals gradually disappeared, and Siao's chanting suddenly stopped, and even the North obediently returned to Tess's side, squatting there solemnly. In the silence, ecstasy gradually appeared on the faces of all the savages.

Little by little, the burning bonfire turned blue and white under the gaze of the people, and silently rose upward.

Ed subconsciously wanted to bow down with everyone, but hesitated - he hadn't even worshiped a god like that!

"That's their faith, not yours. The elf whispered in his ear, "You can be respected, but you don't need to be worshipped." ”

Ed thought about it for a moment, and although he felt uncomfortable, he still hung his head slightly, just like Norvi.

Tess sat upright on her knees, looking up at the barbarian's soul, as if she was tempted to say something, when Naria covered her mouth with one hand again and pressed her head with the other, and Rosa laughed silently on the side.

They only bowed their heads in respect.

They felt a strange vibration, in their souls, as if something was being stirred, and there was an inexplicable peace.

But savages can hear voices they can't hear. The soul of every barbarian is connected to one another. They could hear that powerful voice, resounding in the depths of their souls, and even if every word was obscure, it was enough for them.

They weren't abandoned—that's the only thing they wanted to be sure.