When the sun lit up the steppe the next day, the warriors of the Shale tribe received a new order from their leader, and the attack that was supposed to be launched tonight was canceled. This order relieved many of the warriors, and not to be mistaken, they were relieved not because they had omitted an unhonorable battle of fighting more and plundering, which was not a disgraceful thing in their eyes, but because of some other reason.

"I've called for your carriage to be fetched, and it should be there when the sun is at its highest. But if you really want to keep going, you'd better throw that thing away. In the steppe, the wagon is the target, and most of the tribes will not refuse the opportunity to shoot an arrow at the target. Uvel spoke as he walked into the yurt and lowered the curtain. At the same time, his brow furrowed slightly from the smell in the air, and no matter how many times he came, he couldn't like the smell of the shaman's tent.

Cheese and his party were scattered in the tent. Batu and Atta leaned to the side to make up for the sleep they had last night, and the swordswoman seemed to instinctively want to wake up the moment the leader entered the door, but Lothar stopped her and let her continue to rest. The Count of Montenegro held a piece of cloth with ointment in one hand and placed it on his head, and the bruise under the cloth was quite obvious, as far as the bruise on Uvel's face. The result of the scuffle between the two men last night was to give each other a makeup that was not very good-looking.

The mage nodded slightly at the visitor's words, his main focus still on the unconscious shaman lying on the blanket. Wu Qi was in a strange state, especially after Lothar had promised several times that he would never be ruthless yesterday, and he should have woken up a long time ago. But now Wu Qi not only didn't wake up, but cold sweat kept breaking out on his body, and his eyelids trembled, obviously due to the rapid movement of his eyeballs. It was a manifestation of a dream, and judging by his pained expression, it was mostly a nightmare.

"Tell me why you attacked us. There was no anger in Cheese's words, only curiosity. In fact, this question will be asked a little faster by Wu Qi, who is a shaman, but the appearance of Wu Qi is really difficult to ask now, and it is a taboo among spellcasters to recklessly wake up people who have fallen into unnatural sleep.

Uvel didn't like the self-proclaimed cheese guy, and to be precise, he wanted to kill the witch with a knife right now. But he knew that this was not right, as the leader, he had to think about more than he needed, and he had to think about the safety of his clan. Therefore, there are at least two things that prevent him from attacking Cheese and his companions, the first is Witch. Since last night, Wu Qi has been controlled by Cheese and the others, and in Uvel's opinion, these people have also put some kind of curse on Wu Qi, making it impossible for the shaman to wake up from the nightmare. And the second point is,

"We were asked to make sacrifices. The young man's shoulders collapsed like a deflated ball as he said this, and he sat on the carpet, his voice full of reluctance and helplessness, "Wu Qi has won us a grace to use people from outside the clan as sacrifices. The same goes for the Basil and Teller divisions, which is why we decided to act together. ”

"Who told you to offer sacrifices? Do you want human sacrifices? There must be no such tribes in this area. "Lothar has a slight understanding of the situation in the grasslands near the glasis, although the rise and fall of the tribes on the grasslands are sometimes like a storm for outsiders, but the three tribes of Shale have gained a firm foothold in this area by supporting each other by blood, and they should not be so weak.

Uvel's face was even more ugly, in the steppe, defeat was not a shame, but submission, or submission without a 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 like an eagle dog. The young leader was silent for a long time before he slowly uttered a word, "Skinner." ”

Lothar's expression was exciting, and he wanted to say something, but the bruises on his face caused a wave of discomfort. Cheese, who was sitting next to the shaman, smiled. Of course, he remembered, remembered what had happened outside the Iron Castle six years ago. The Skinner, an evil being that uses the skins of other living beings as the basis for its existence. In the past few years, the mage has not traced the origin of the skinned man at that time, but no matter how good the intelligence officer is, whenever he is involved in the affairs of the grassland, he will return in vain, and the characteristics of the nomadic tribe determine that there will not be too stable communication channels between them.

"Tell me more about the skinners. How many of them came from, when did they start threatening your sacrifices, and by whom were they directed? Cheese said calmly.

"Command?" The mage's words puzzled the leader, he had the impression that a skinned person had the ability to wash the three parts of blood, and that such an evil being like a natural disaster could still be instructed by someone? Perhaps, only the darkness that gave birth to these monsters can direct them.

Cheese stared at the other for a few seconds, then sighed softly after confirming that the confusion on Uvel's face was not fake, "The Skinners are tricky, but they can't kill the Spirit of Nature. ”

"What did you say, what did they kill?" the leader was a little confused, which was normal, and although Cheese had seen something interesting in him, Uvel himself had not yet discovered the connection between him and the spirits. In this case, Uvel was still an ordinary man, and the presence of spirits and their influence on the world remained to him the shaman's confused mantra and inaudible prayers. He did not understand what the death of the spirit of nature meant and what kind of questions it would raise.

"It's nothing, you just need to know that there's someone behind those skinners. It's not something you can fix. Cheese replied casually, his palm unconsciously touching the breath of dawn hanging from his waist, with this lamp, it would be much easier for them to face the skinner.

"Ha!" Probably awakened by the conversation between the two, Wu Qi, who was lying down, suddenly opened his eyes and let out a voice that he didn't know whether to say was an exclamation or a scream.

"Knots, those knots!" the shaman woke up and grabbed the nearest cheese's coat as if enchanted, repeating the word knot.

And in Cheese's mind, the words that the sleeper had said to him in the Grey Tower naturally appeared.

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

Prophecy seems to have begun to take effect. The mage looked at the spitting Wu Qi, who was in a really bad state, he seemed to be greatly frightened, and this fright made Cheese feel a little familiar, so the mage stretched out his right index finger and pointed it at his forehead at a very fast speed, and a flash of light flashed under his eyes.

"Calm down, whatever you see or hear, now you're back. ”