The words of the head of the Shale tribe were undoubtedly insane and distorted, and his sanity and all the good parts were clearly deceived along with the soul. At least Wu Qi hoped so, so that he could comfort himself that the body in front of him was not the one he knew, so that he could use all the power that the spirits could lend him to wreak havoc on the evil in front of him, so that he could allow himself to read the tribute to Uvel in a gentle tone when he was killed or killed by the other. But that's not the case.

Whether it is the tone, demeanor, eyes, or movements, the head of the Shale Department is not half abnormal. On the contrary, he looked even better now than Wu Qi had seen him at his most energetic. For a moment, the shaman had a sense of confusion, and if Uvel hadn't admitted his dealings with demons, Wu Qi would have even thought that his current state was blessed by the spirits.

"You told me that spirits aren't just stars in the sky, right?" said Uvel, smiling, as he walked up to the only person he had ever been a friend of, "I doubted you before. Because they didn't reach out when my mother died, and they didn't reach out to us when our tribe was suffering. Now I understand that you are right, that the spirits are all around us, and they are not that different from us. People have all kinds of personalities, and so do spirits, don't they?"

Wu Qi blinked, and it took a few seconds to understand the meaning of the leader's words, "No, that's not the case, Uvel, you listen to me, it's not one of the spirits who is trading with you!"

The shaman's words could not continue, because Uvel's left hand fell heavily on his shoulder, and the force on it was so great that it almost caused Wu Qi to fall to his knees, "So what's the matter? But when I erect a totem for it, and let the Shale Department exist in its name, it will be. As long as you succeed in the end, your patron saint will naturally be one of the spirits, and the law of the jungle is the law of the grassland, whether on earth or in heaven. ”

Wu Qi wanted to refute, but at this moment, the curtain of the yurt was lifted, and Uvel's eyes turned back to their original blue-gray as the sunlight shone in. "Chief, the ditch at the southern end has been dug. But do we really want to give up fighting right away? It's not our style to stick to it, and the fighters have a lot of complaints about it. ”

"The horses can't stand the smell of those guys, I can understand your concerns, but this time we had to. The leader gently tapped his fist on the chest of his clansmen, his expression gentle, and his voice with a confidence like sunshine, "It's okay, those bastards in animal skins, our warriors don't need to get on their horses to win them." ”

This statement made Wu Qi, who had his back to them, frown, not because Uvel was saying unrealistic things, but on the contrary, as the leader of the leading tribe to survive in the face of adversity, his performance and words were too correct. The clansman who had been worried just now miraculously puffed up his chest under the encouragement of a few words, and the sorrow on his face instantly dissipated, replaced by the fiery eyes that looked at the leader. Wu Qi could hear the clansman's breathing quickening, and he didn't need to look back to guess the latter's ruddy face and fighting spirit.

"Shaman, rest with me first, you're tired enough. After saying this, Uvel left the tent.

As the curtain fell again, the leader's tent became dark again. The shaman couldn't figure it out, he couldn't figure out what was going on with Uvel. Didn't he sell his soul to the demons?Then why was he more of a wise leader than ever? The unconsciously charismatic and persuasive power of his words, and the composure of his gestures that he had not before. He's really sold his soul to evil spirits, isn't he? The eyes made of gems are the best proof of that. And the vague aura that permeated the tent proved that Wu Qi was not wrong. So what's wrong? Or is Uvel right, the evil spirits, and the spirits.

"No, no, no, no! no way!" Wu Qi shook his head, he was the attendant of the spirits, and so was his father. Faith in spirits was etched into his body and spirit, and from the very beginning, Wu Qi believed that people are good and bad, just as his father treated his mother so badly. The spirits that can be believed in are tolerant, they will tolerate everyone, the good and the bad, as long as you believe in them, they will help you. Such spirits must be a collection of all good, and they must be as bright as the starry sky!

The shaman fell to his knees, the pain of the place where he had been slapped by Uvel was like fire, but he couldn't tell if the pain was real or if it was a fantasy of his heart under the fierce collision. For the first time in his life, the shaman realized another aspect of the concept of spirits. And this side is something he doesn't want to face anyway. Now he even hoped that all this was an illusion created by Uvel, and that when night fell, the demon-controlled leader would betray all the Shales, so that the shaman could defend his faith with the death of him and his people, and prove that there was no place for evil spirits among the spirits!

Wu Qi got one thing wrong. Great leaders don't need to be good, what is needed to lead a group is the ability to unite the inner and the courage to resist the outside, which has nothing to do with good or evil, but only good and admired character can be more effective. Then again, can the good and evil of the world be equated with the good and evil of the world? From the point of view of the spirits, the evil spirits are evil, stealing the power of nature and spreading the influence of distortion and blasphemy. But what does this have to do with people? If destroying a forest can keep a tribe through the winter, why not? If slaughtering a foreign race can bring more land and wealth to the people, what reason is there to refuse? After all, what is the relationship between man and the world, whether it is mutual conquest or interdependence. Of course, this is not a problem that Wu Qi has to face now.

The problem for the shaman now is the Skinners who are coming tonight. The sun has been gradually lowering in the west with the support of the clouds, and the moon can't wait to show its form in the sky. The grass stalks falling in pieces under the blowing of the wind seemed to suggest that something was imminent. When the light of torches and bonfires replaces sunlight as the brightest spot in this empty land, the fate of the Schallebe is about to be revealed.