There were two shamans who came, one fat and one thin, one tall and one short. Normally, the tallest of these two should be thinner and the shorter should be fatter, but these two people are the opposite. The tall one walked like a wall, and the short one looked like a weasel that had learned to walk on two legs, but it was always bent over, making the already not tall person seem smaller. Not only did the two men look strange, but so did their clothes, the tall one was dressed in brown coat lined with animal skins, like a mound piled on the side after the crops had been harvested in the field, and the short one, although he looked inconspicuous, had a colorful clothes on his body, and every patch of color was bright and abnormal, but this bright clothes did not make people feel pleasing to the eye, but had an invisible intimidation when they wore it on him.

The two shamans, led by the guards, walked straight to the tent, bowed slightly to the white wolf standing there, and entered the yurt without saying a word. Several of the men outside the tent, especially Lothar, looked at Nthord, apparently hoping that the latter would tell them what they were all about. There were a few drops of sweat on the white wolf's forehead, and his face was not quite right, because he didn't expect these two shamans to come, there were many shamans in the tribe, and there were many who were supported by their children or made meritorious deeds, but even so, these two people were still quite famous.

"The tall one is called the rocky mound, and the short one is called the brocade spot. This is of course a nickname, and many wandering shamans do not use names, and when they leave their original tribe, it proves that the names given by people no longer have meaning to them. These two are a pair of brothers, the taller is the elder brother and the younger brother is the shorter, and it is said that they are twins, but no one can say how they will grow up to be so far apart. ”

Lothar nodded, tall and short stature can actually be explained. He had seen such people from the circus when he was a blue lion, and Cheese called these two deformities gigantism and dwarfism, congenital diseases, and of course could be associated with curses or blessings. Considering the shamanic status of the two brothers, it is more likely that many newborns will have more or less deformities in the grasslands due to nutritional problems, and these deformed newborns often become candidates for shamanism. To put it in a narrower way, the deformities of these children are made so that people can easily understand their extraordinaryness, and that other shamans can recognize their talents for training. Of course, the premise is that the congenital malformation is not serious enough to affect normal life activities, otherwise the shaman will not accept it, and the tribe will not support them.

"May I ask which deity they serve?" asked the shaman about the deity he worshipped, and it depended on the occasion in the steppe. As friends, herders naturally do not hide their beliefs, and that is not something that will be seen in the dark. But as enemies, insight into faith is not so comfortable, and while spiritual shamans do not have different weaknesses depending on their beliefs, some of the more extreme shamans, i.e., shamans who worship only a single or a few gods, do have methods related to the gods they believe in. Wandering shamans, on the other hand, mostly belong to the latter.

"It's no secret. They have been in this tribe for many years, so there is nothing to hide. Ensaild glanced at the curtain of the yurt. If a person is famous, it is not easy to hide things, and those who can still hide secrets under the fame must be very deep," both of them were shamans who served the snake spirits, and in the early years the tribe was disturbed by snakes in the vicinity, and there were many losses to livestock and pedestrians, and it was these two who calmed them down and let us live with them. However, I don't know which of my brothers they are friends with on the surface. These two are typical wandering shamans, who have nothing but gods in their hearts, and are said to have stayed here to learn from the rites and chous, and rarely participate in the affairs of the clan. Even because of the characteristics of the snake spirit, it rarely appears even in sacrifices. ”

"Do you think we're going to go now, or wait for these two to come out?" Lothar meant that since the two Iwaqiu brothers were generally neutral, they might as well be a helping aid in this mission. At the moment, the members of the team are too eye-catching because of their appearance, and the white wolf's subordinates will be alert, and the identities of the two shamans are sensitive, but they are less irritating than the first two.

The person who answered this question was not a white wolf. Before Enthought could think about it, the curtain of the tent was opened, and a large black shadow was cast on the tall rock mound, "You guys, come with me." ”

He didn't name him, he didn't use his hand to indicate it, but they knew exactly who the "you" in this man's mouth were. Because of the gaze, just a slight glance, the back of the necks of the two and the cat were flushed with a trace of coolness. This kind of coolness is like encountering a snake in the grass, the snake stands up and looks at you for a few seconds, and Shi Shiran turns over and walks away. Several people looked at each other and followed under the white wolf's complicated gaze. The guards, who were supposed to follow the visitors in the camp, consciously or unconsciously moved out of the way when they saw the rocky hills, and they did not want to come forward without a compulsory order.

"Put this on and put it on your forehead. Before leaving the camp, the hill handed two strips of cloth to Lothar and Atta. When the two of them took the thing in their hands, they realized that it was not a strip of cloth at all, but two scarves made of snakeskin! Lothar hesitated for a moment, and wrapped the scarf around his forehead. In comparison, Atta's psychological resistance was stronger, the smell on the snakeskin was not very clean, and the fairy eye also allowed her to see the dizzying lines lurking under the snakeskin's scales. But considering that Nuisa's safety was at stake, she gritted her teeth and put it on.

The tall shaman checked the two of them and helped them adjust the position of their headscarves. The hands that were large enough to hold a person's head in the palm of their hands were impressive.

"When you go out, stand in my shadow. The amulets on your heads will go unnoticed. Iwaqiu pointed to his head and informed them of the reason he had given them the turban, and then he looked at the Count in particular, "Don't touch your axe while you're in my shadow, it will remove the amulet." Also, if you feel that someone is watching you, don't care, it won't hurt you. ”

After saying that, the shaman stood in front of the two of them, he was tall, fat and fat, and the shadow cast was naturally extraordinarily large. Strange to say, when the two of them stepped into the shadow of the rocky mound, their own shadows disappeared. I don't know if it's because the rock mound is too high to cover it, or if it's the effect of the amulet on the forehead. But one thing is certain, that is, after the two of them stepped into the shadows, there was indeed a cold gaze staring at them from nowhere, but no matter which direction they looked, they could not find the source of the sight, as if the owner of the sight was not in this world.

"The old shaman asked me to take you to the market, and I will do so. Once there, it's none of my business what you do again. If you understand, let's go. ”