The shaman, who was pointed to his forehead by Cheese, quieted down, his eyes regained their brightness, and his mouth no longer muttered incomprehensible words. But his face turned rather pale, even more disturbing than it had been in the nightmare just now. Instead of immediately asking Wu Qi about his memories of the nightmare, the mage put the sweaty shaman back into the blanket, where he needed to rest.

"What did you do to him?" Uvel saw what had just happened, and he thought that Cheese had used some evil spell to send the awakened witch back into his dream.

The mage glanced at the leader, and Lothar on the side also stood up, ready to leave the other party with a wound worse than a bruise. But Uwell made no further threats, perhaps because he was worried about the shaman under enemy control, or perhaps because he was not as suspicious of Cheese's actions as his words suggested.

"In a way, I saved him. The mage said as he put his hand on Wu Qi's neck to check his pulse, "Usually after experiencing a dream that contains too much information, or is too real, people will not be able to distinguish between dream and reality, which is a manifestation of this situation that they will start to mistake reality for a dream. To put it simply, it's going crazy. The best solution in this situation is to calm their minds, familiar things and real feelings can make them feel confident that they are in reality. ”

Uvel tried to understand Cheese's words, but quickly gave up, as most people do. But after all, he is the head of Wu Qi's clan, and he has an obligation to protect Wu Qi's safety, both mentally and physically, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"I said, let him feel the reality of the world, stimulate his instincts. You know what the basis of instinct is, right? Our most universal desires besides breathing. The mage pouted impatiently after the leader was still standing there for a few seconds, "It's eating and drinking, can't you even think of that?, go and give him and our food and drink." ”

Uvel hadn't figured out why he hadn't gotten angry after being scolded by the witch when he brought back a handful of food from the cook, perhaps because he cared too much about the state of the witch, the leader convinced himself. But it was not so easy, as he approached the shaman's yurt, a woman from the tribe suddenly stopped him, "O star of the Shale, please save my child!"

Before the head man could react, the woman was pulled up by her husband from Uvel's side, "What are you doing? How can you make such a request to the head man! That child will not live to adulthood, it is his own life! No one is useful!" the man yelled at his wife, but out of the corner of his eye, he observed Uvel's reaction, intentionally or unconsciously. At the same time, hearing the shouting, more and more clansmen gathered to know what was happening.

Now, Uvel knew what was going on. It's not simple, or rather, unusually simple. According to the customs of the nomads, there is no need to continue raising a child who is seriously ill at an early age, whether it is born or acquired. Of course, the tribe does not force the parents of these children to abandon their children, but when these parents find it difficult to sustain themselves, they will pick a night to send their sick children to the grasslands outside the tribe to die. Whether it's grazing or plundering, life on the steppes requires people to be strong enough to make ends meet, and the weak children may still find a place in the tribe, but the sick children will only become drags.

But if that were all there was to it, the couple should never have put on such a show. If the child's mother really wants to find a cure for her offspring, she will seek the help of a head or shaman at night, preferably at night when no one is looking. Such a plea for help does not happen during the day, because no one wants to show others their powerlessness and cowardice. And the father of the child generally does not show up in such requests for help, and if the person whom the mother asks for help needs payment, then she will tell her husband. A man on the prairie cannot bow his head.

Therefore, what is happening in front of Uvel's eyes now is probably not a request for help, but a challenge. Because he, as the headman, canceled the raids that should have been carried out today, his authority and position among the tribe were challenged. Most of the husband and wife in front of me are husbands, and I am afraid that they were sent by someone in the tribe who is dissatisfied with their position. If he doesn't accept this woman's help, then in the presence of everyone in the clan, there is a good chance that things will turn into Uvel's indifference to the clan as the headman, and it is entirely possible that the child's father will use this as an excuse to attack him. And if he accepts this woman's request, some people will think that he has violated the laws of the grassland and is a sign of weakness.

After Uvel became the head of the Charle Ministry, he was often challenged in this way. In this way, the steppe people often check whether their leader is still fit for their place. Uvel was convinced that the challenge, in addition to the fact that he had canceled the raid, had something to do with the state of the witch and the sending of someone to retrieve the carriage. In the past, Wu Qi would firmly stand by the side of the leader, and use his role as the spokesman of the spirits to solve most of Uvel's difficulties. But now, the shaman himself is unable to protect himself.

The young head man took a breath, he had a lot of problems to face right now, and he really didn't want to waste time on these temptations. But does he have a choice?

"What are you doing?" the unfamiliar voice caught everyone's attention. They turned their gaze to the place where the sound came from, and saw a man in a gray robe approaching from the direction of the shaman's yurt. It's just that none of them can understand what this gray-robed man says. It is not that no one in the Shale tribe understands the language of the Greylion except for the Shaman and the Chief, but it is not the language of the Greylion.

"Who are you?" asked an older herdsman as he approached Cheese. But the mage couldn't understand him, so he chose the action that best maintained his sense of mystery at the moment, and he ignored the man. The clansmen looked at each other, and they were a little confused, because the color of Cheese's skin and facial features, as well as the language he used, were unfamiliar to them. And he still came from where the shaman was, does he have anything to do with the shaman?

"Stay calm, tell me what happened in your language, and then think about it in my head in a language I can understand. The mage's words came directly to Uvel's mind, causing the leader to nearly throw the food in his arms to the ground. Fortunately, now everyone's eyes are focused on Cheese's body, and no one notices this detail.