Dark shadows, weaving through the darkness. The shadow is originally only the absence of light that is cast on the ground, and in the darkness without light, the shadow naturally does not exist, or the darkness itself is a huge shadow. Therefore, the dark shadow shuttling among the restless soldiers must have a main body. The reason why he was not discovered by the others, who saw through it, who lifted the veil of darkness, was only because he moved fast enough, did not make the slightest sound, did not collide with anything, and when he passed through those narrow gaps or in the middle of the crowd, his body changed like water, and flowed gently.

The earthen walls, the guards, and the erected torch could not stop the black shadow from moving, and he was like some kind of reptile, looking at the wall as if it were flat ground, climbing lightly, and falling to the ground like a feather. No one noticed the shadow's movements, even if there were a few times when he was very close to the luminal range of the torch. What is this black image? He is like a snake swimming into the courtyard.

The black shadow was not a snake, but he was inextricably linked to the creature, and the black on the tall figure slowly faded when he turned into the white wolf's tent and came to Lichou and Jinban. It turned out that the shadow deity was another shaman who had sent them out of the camp before, and he did not return immediately after completing the escort mission, and did not return until this time.

"They have gone in the direction of Aleigh. But there was only one horse, and the talking cat and the grey-robed man and the knight went first, and the girl and the falconer went to find the horse. The shaman of the Serpent Spirit reported in a deep voice, his hands in his sleeves, and a gesture of humility before the clergy, "I helped them and guided the falconer's horses around them. Perhaps, this shouldn't be called a gang. ”

"Even if you don't, they'll find their mounts and rush to help their companions, and even if they don't have mounts, they'll run over, regardless of whether it's dangerous or not. When we say that the future is knowable, we are probably talking about this situation. People make choices, and choices will lead to results. The old shaman stood up and was relieved at the rocky hills. It was evident that the tall serpent shaman was disturbed by his actions, and that he had decided that there was no way back to stop Alei, and that he should have hidden the horse to save the lives of the two men.

"And what should we choose?" the rockhill's eyes looked directly at the old shaman, as the servant of the spirits, Alaye was the being he should fight with all his body and soul. If it weren't for the fact that he had explained it before, he should have gone with those young people, whether he lived or died, it was an acceptable result. But he didn't, because instead of his own inner impulse, he chose to believe in the deified old man in front of him, because he believed that the old man was qualified to be deified, and when he couldn't make a good choice, the shaman of the fire spirit would definitely find another better way.

There are no waves in Lichou's eyes, no peace when the victory is in hand, and no uneasy panic. For him, Alei's arrival seemed to be something that had been foreseen for a long time, and when it actually happened in front of him, he only took it for granted, "We are shamans, the voices of the spirits on earth. People are always expecting us to do all sorts of things, but in reality we only want and will only do one thing, and that is to let the gods see what is happening on the earth. You two come to help me, the fire call ceremony, it looks like it has to be advanced. ”

"Shoot the arrows!" "Stop! Hold them back!" When the three shamans walked out of the tent, the camp was already a different scene. It is pointless to think about how the first accidental injury happened now, it may be that one of the two sides of the confrontation accidentally loosened the bowstring, or it may be a subconscious swing of the knife that suddenly met at a corner. Inside and outside the entire camp, the shouts of killing were already shaking the sky at this time. The firelight rose to the sky, but this kind of firelight could not dispel the darkness that shrouded the tribe, and even this chilling slashing sound could not dispel the haze entrenched in the bottom of my heart.

"Why did you get out? Go back quickly! no one can protect you now!" Enthod noticed the situation at the big tent, and there was a large black mark on his handsome face, which must have been inadvertently left by wiping his face after the ignition of the smear. And if the battle situation requires the commander to personally light the torch, it also shows how grim the current situation is. The reason why this camp has not fallen so far is only because the troops surrounding them are more distrustful of the people around them than their fat meat, which can be eaten at any time. The heirs, who already don't like each other, have no reason to stop.

"I don't need protection, on the contrary, I want to protect you. The old shaman stretched out two fingers, gently scraped the white wolf's cheeks, smeared the smoke dust on his fingertips, and then flicked his hand, and the smoke and dust flew to the ground like arrows, leaving a trail, "Put all the wood, the lamp oil, no, everything that can be burned here, the more the better, the faster the better." ”

"You are—" If someone had said such a thing to Enold at this time, the White Wolf would have thought of him as a madman, even the shaman. Ke Liqiu's identity is not just a shaman, as the oldest elder in the tribe and the only spokesperson of the fire spirit, he is more like something more sublime, his existence itself is a totem. Enold gritted his teeth and nodded vigorously, "I see, you wait." Over there, bring in all the swordsmen and axes! Heap everything you can burn here, quick!"

The quality of an army depends not only on its level of training, weaponry, and staffing, but more importantly, on how sensitive it is to orders. The better the commander, the higher the requirements for the soldiers, because if the troops cannot immediately and unconditionally obey orders on the battlefield, then any tactical strategy is in vain. In this regard, the troops of the steppe have always needed to be improved, although those elite cavalry could not have won the victory without any tactical command, but compared with the troops of a country like the Grey Lion, there is a gap in execution.

But the white wolf's subordinates were an exception, and those soldiers who heard the order immediately informed their comrades of the leader's order, and the soldiers who had been on standby to defend themselves against the enemy who crossed the earthen wall also put their swords into their sheaths, turned around and ran to the inside of the camp to begin to carry. There are no objections, no inquiries, such an army is no longer something that can be obtained by training, and in the hearts of these people, there is something more closely connected.

"You have a good bunch of soldiers. Nishiki sighed after seeing the scene in the camp. Compared with the warriors at hand of the white wolf, although those people outside are still very skilled, they are absolutely incomparable in execution.

"They are my compatriots and my lovers. Nothing binds us closer together. With these words, Ensaild ran to continue his command.

It's no secret that white wolves like men. And that's why he would be ostracized by all his brothers. But it was also because of this that his undisputed position as the son of the wolf lord allowed him to take in those like him, who had gathered under Ensail's men to form his forces and forces. No one has a force that can match the cohesion of this force, they are too special. This special makes them ostracized and oppressed, but it also makes them a strong force in times like these.