"Go and bring the white wolf back. "Inside and outside the camp, the clamor of shouting and killing erupted again after a moment of silence, and it intensified. That moment of stagnation was naturally due to the starfall, if it was in normal times, the starfall was enough for everyone to stop what they were doing and rush to watch and admire. Only now is different, if someone turns his head to watch the stars fall, the people around him will take the opportunity to cut out his heart with a scimitar. Unless the star smashed directly into the pile, its fall would have no meaning to these people who had already killed madness. But it has a lot of meaning for shamans.

Hearing Lichou's command, the tall rock mound nodded, and cast his eyes on the chaotic crowd in the camp. Those people were frantic and intoxicated, indulging in the most primitive desires, and the reason why they did not rush to disturb the work of the three shamans was because they sat by the fire and muttered the words in their mouths. After searching for a moment, his gaze stopped, and Ensoul's figure was still relatively conspicuous in the crowd. The rock mound threw what he was holding into the fire, making the rising flames even stronger. The fire was raised thanks to the help of White Wolf and his men before they descended into madness, and this help was rewarded for their help.

The shaman strode out of his brother's protective range, his eyes as plain as water as he watched the people slash at each other, and his blood might have been as cold as a snake as a person who served the serpent's spirit. The snake can keep its target on a very close look. So no amount of chaos could stop the rock mounds from approaching his target, and as for those who stood between him and the white wolf, it didn't pose a problem at all.

Unlike his tall stature, Iwazuka's movements are unusually dexterous, precise and fast, and his large hands can always grasp the blade or the arm holding the scimitar before it can actually swing. The unfortunate ones are then forced to abandon their weapons in great force, or lose their ability to fight due to the pain of their arm bones being nearly crushed. The mound doesn't need to use a weapon, it's a weapon in his own right.

It's a pity that not everyone has the ability to pass through the chaos like the shaman of the snake spirit, and Enzode's skills are only in the middle and upper ranks of the tribe, and at this time, he is caught by three opponents, and his attention can no longer be taken care of, and it is only a matter of time before he is injured or killed. Sadly, two of the three opponents who flanked him were obviously his own soldiers. This is not a strange thing, at this time, there is no division of forces inside and outside the camp, everyone is fighting for themselves, the people around are enemies, there is no identity and bloodline, only killing without distinguishing between enemies and friends is the way to live.

At this time, the white wolf had long since lost his previous elegance, there were several tears in his clothes, there were bloody wounds on his left calf and right back, and there was a serious wound on his back that almost exposed his internal organs. The wolf skin that had draped over him had been torn and crumbling like the man who wore it. The scimitar, slashed from the left and the right, Enthought held the knife in his right hand and the scabbard in his left hand, and set it apart, but the third enemy had already circled behind him. He knew that the man had already arrived behind him, but he couldn't react in any way, he could only accept this knife.

The man behind the white wolf clearly knew this, and his face showed ecstasy, and the tip of the knife pushed horizontally into the gap in the ribs, threatening to pierce the white wolf's heart from behind! The rock mound appeared behind Enthod just in time, and the pain of the piercing of his left hand did not show the slightest sign on his face. The tall shaman simply threw a bland right fist to take down his opponent, who was a head shorter than him. The sound of gold and iron resonated as soon as it sounded, it was the white wolf who got rid of the attack in front of him, he did not hesitate, his body turned quickly, and the sharp blade in his hand stabbed straight towards the rock mound!

This knife was originally aimed at the height of ordinary people's necks, but because of its height, it only broke the flesh on the shaman's back shoulder. Iwaqiu glared back at the white wolf, first pulled out the scimitar in his palm and threw it to the ground, and then stretched out his big hand and pressed it from above like a dark cloud to the top of Ensold's head! He actually lifted the white wolf up like this! The two people who had attacked the white wolf before saw this scene, and immediately stepped forward with their knives, trying to put the white wolf who could not resist to death. Iwaqiu snorted coldly, and his two eyes revealed the pupils that only snakes have, and the instinctive figures of the two people who saw this scene froze. If he wanted to kill again, the shaman had already taken the white wolf out for several steps. It's just that the loss of this prey does not affect their emotions, the two look at each other and immediately fight.

Despite his injuries, it was not difficult for Iwaqiu to bring people back to Licho, and despite the wolf's constant struggle, he had no weapons to hurt the shaman with limited kicks and scratches, and these injuries were completely painless for Iwaqiu. After about twenty breaths, the two entered the safe zone under the brocade cloth, and the rock mound did not let go, quietly waiting for instructions.

"Bring him to the fire and let him watch the flames. The old shaman stood by the fire, his face covered with black ashes, and his hair showing signs of being burned. But in addition, Lichou's spirit is unusually full, his body is straight, and he does not look old at all, but seems to be dozens of years younger. His wide sleeves had been tied up at this point, presumably to keep him from having the same fate as his beard.

Without saying a word, Iwaqiu forcefully twisted the white wolf to the fire, forcing him to stare at the flames. At first, Ensold's resistance was fierce, he tried desperately to break free from control, and showed hostility towards both Reichhou and Nishikiban. But as the flames burned in front of him, only the reflection of the fire remained in his eyes, and gradually, the struggles slowed down, and finally calmed down.

"Okay, let it go, I'm back to normal. If I look any further, my eyes will be blind. The white wolf said slowly, staring at the flames that made his eyes dry.

Iwaqiu looked at Licho and let go of his arm after the old shaman nodded, and Enold immediately fell back and sat down, lying on the ground and gulping in the air. When his breathing was even, he sat up from the ground and asked the old shaman, "What the hell is going on? Why is this happening? I just remember that we were putting things on and burning them while resisting, and the rest..."

"It's Aleigh. Instead of looking at the white wolf, his eyes were fixed on the center of the flames the whole time, as if he was staring at some fragile treasure, "The aura it exudes makes the tyranny inside you bloom completely. This is normal, and most of the disasters caused by Alaye are like this, it only needs to be watched from the sidelines, and people will fight to the last man, and of course the end result is often that no one survives. ”

"Alay," Ensaild repeated the name in a low voice, still unreal about the legendary existence, "Ah, yes! Starfall! I remember seeing Starfall! It's the gods, they're here to help us get rid of it, right?"

The old shaman finally looked away and looked condescendingly at the son of the wolf lord, the firelight making his face half dark and half bright, "Yes and no. There are a few of the spirits who do it, but if you've heard those stories, you should know that Aleie is a scourge on earth, and only human beings can stop it. The gods, not even the brightest of the spirits, can't. ”