Wu Qi didn't know how he had left the main tent and returned to his temporary quarters, his eyes blank and oblivious to the fingers of the people along the way, and when he sat down and closed his eyes silently, Uvel's words still echoed in his ears. "Spirits, this must be the murmur of the demons from the bottom of the world. Because it sounds so, so, so sincere. I don't know what's wrong with him, it's one, it's the whole steppe, it's the whole world. Isn't this all the things that you want to do but can't, and you can't say what you want to say?"

The shaman was confused, and his ideals told him that the head man was right, that all the suffering on the steppe was due to the fact that the people on it lived separately, and they could have established an organization like those outside the steppe, so that the weak did not have to be abandoned by their parents, and the old did not have to walk alone in the wind and snow. No, they are the people of the steppe, they can do a better job than those people, they can plan their pastures reasonably, so that the tribes do not need to fight each other. In this way, in this way... That's not right. This is not the same as what the spirits say.

Wu Qi looked up, his eyes trying to pass through the top of the tent, through the sky, through all obstacles to see the starry sky, the starry sky of the spirits. He wanted to know what Uvel was saying was wrong, or or, as he said, demons were spirits, and their power was equal, as long as they were in the right hands, they were the right tools. No, no, when you think so, you're already turning your back on the ways of the spirits, Wuqi. "The spirits tolerate good and evil, but the spirits reject evil spirits. Yes, Father, yes, yes. ”

The flames rose again, and the figures gathered again. Standing around the bonfire were the heads of the three tribes, and the night sky above them was their ancestors. The light of the fire illuminated everyone's face and chest, but it did not illuminate their backs and backs. When the barbecue was taken down, when the toast no longer reverberate, people knew that now was the Huazhang.

"I believe that the ancestors of our three divisions have already looked here. Uvel stood directly north of the fire, his eyes reflecting the flames.

"And I'm sure they're going to bring the right opinions. The head of the Basil Division, the strong man who was older than Uville, said in a deep voice. His expression was unusually serious now, and so was the head of the Teller tribe standing across from him, Uncle Maudun as Uvel called him. The reason is simple, what they are going to do tonight is very high.

"We really don't need to wait for Wu Qi to be there? I said he's weird, but he's the most senior shaman of our three, and his bloodline is protected by spirits. Maudon suggested that the old man had always been very fond of Uvel, but he was still suspicious of Uvel's suggestion today, which made him want to see Wu Qi present. Shamans who follow the path of all spirits should stand with him, and they are the representatives of tradition, and tradition is very important in his eyes. Especially today, at noon, the appearance of the shaman standing outside the main tent is still vivid.

But there will be no shaman's seat at tonight's meeting, as both Uvel and Wuch's are aware. The young leader waved his hand slightly, and the demeanor and calmness revealed in his demeanor were impressive, as if standing here was not a young man who had not yet succeeded, on the contrary, the person standing here was more like a great leader who had already made a name for himself in the world. That kind of self-confidence and not complacent, thoughtful and unflinching look is too elusive, the former Uvel is only a promising future, and the current Uvel is not seen through.

"Uncle Maudun, I am pretty sure that we are gathered here today in accordance with the wishes of the spirits. Wu Qi had recently lost his hut and had a lot to do, and I had already consulted him, so would we like to give our shaman a day off?" Uvel had a smile on his face, but it only grew to Mau's uneasiness.

"No, Uvel. I admit that you did enough last night to make you a hero in poetry. But tribal union is not poetry, it is related to the lives of our three tribes, to pastures, water, and a series of other issues. In this matter we must follow tradition, the shaman must be present, he must—" Maudun's words stopped, for the flames in front of him suddenly rushed in his direction, and the old man hastened to avoid being licked by the tongues of fire. But tonight, there was no wind.

"Hey, what's going on!Uvel, what did you do!" Even the head of the Basil department was in a hurry, and he rushed to Maudun's side, pulled the latter up, and yelled at Uvel, who was still smiling. And Mao Dun, who was pulled up by him, looked horrified at this time, as if he had thought of something, understood something, and pointed his fingers at Uvel tremblingly.

"Of course I didn't do anything. You saw it, and I was standing here without moving a finger or saying a word. And I wondered why the flames were going to Uncle Maudun alone when there was no wind tonight, and the three of us were standing by the fire? ”

"Whew!" the flame tilted again, and this time the reason was clear to everyone. It was a huge, man-long bird with a wingspan. The great bird with its human face swept over the fire, howling like a cry in the darkness, circling and flying, and a huge black shadow obscuring the stars for an unknown number of years. If the goshawk is the king of the sky during the day, then the night owl is the master of the night, they are the hunters with silent wings, the wise man with a human face, and the totem of the Teller Department.

"Behold, the spirits are blessing us, and they have sent such messengers. Uvel looked up at the dark shadow and exclaimed. As if to respond to his exclamation, a brownish-yellow bull walked up to the campfire amid the slight exclamation of the people not far away and the slight tremor of the ground. This bull is not as big as the previous black bull, but it is still full of oppression. Moreover, the brown-yellow bull itself is the totem of the basil department.

The other two leaders were speechless in astonishment, and they stared blankly at the totem of their tribe vividly appearing in front of them, completely losing the ability to speak and think. When the bull obediently walked up to Uvir and stretched out his tongue to lick Uvel's right palm, the leader of the basil tribe was already kneeling on the ground excitedly. But that wasn't the end of it, an orange figure leaped up to Uvel's shoulder from behind, the Prairie Fox, the symbol of the Shale Tribe. The three animals happen to be the totems of the three parts, and it is no coincidence that they appear here together at this time. And Uvel also seized this opportunity and said to the three animals in a solemn tone,

"Spirits, I am Uvel, the head of the tribe of Shale, the son of Udr, and the grandson of Udet. I am here today to do something that glorifies my ancestors and souls. I hope that the spirits will allow us to reunite with the three brotherly tribes of Shahler, Basil, and Teller! With the blood of the same ancestor flowing in our bodies as a covenant, we will love each other, help each other, and trust one another as if we had never been separated. We are no longer night owls, no more bulls, no longer sand foxes, we will restore our old names and walk on the grassland again under the name of Tiele!"

The three-headed beast, after Uvel's words fell, left. This departure was subtle and infuriating, and in the eyes of the other two leaders, it must have been because Uvel was not satisfied with the three spirits' arrogant remarks that had discouraged them. But just as they were about to question him, a low, but resounding roar from the night sky came from the darkness, and everyone was subconsciously convinced. Once, the ancestors of the three tribes were named after Tiele, they lived in the grassland far away from the blue lion, they were brave and good at fighting, they dominated one side, their totem was a beast that the three tribes have never seen today, it is said that the beast has a golden mane on its neck, it is the king of the land, it roars, it can make the birds fall from the sky, let the beast bow down in the grass. They called it, the lion. And that roar was like the roar of a lion in a ballad.

Dawn of the Grey Tower

Dawn of the Grey Tower