"What's going on?" Cheese's voice rang out from behind Batuu, causing the tense boy to almost pull out his dagger. The noise came from the place where the tribes had gathered, along with the faint light of the fire and the sounds of roaring, cheering or wailing. Batu looked at the mage to make sure he wasn't hurt by the noise, then frowned slightly and shook his head with a puzzled look. He didn't know what was going on, although it was noisy, but it was too noisy.

Fortunately, someone was closer to the center of the chaos than the boy guarding the doorway. Lothar and Atta returned at this point, "It's not going well. As soon as the Count saw Cheese, he said this, with a worried look on his face, not like he was joking, "Your patient may not be able to wait for you to have the operation." ”

Cheese blinked, a lot of speculation flashed through his mind, and quickly combined the current situation to come up with the most likely, "The Skinners came to ask for the sacrifice, and Uvel was going to give the child to them?" Counting the time, it had been two days since they should have been attacked, and it was inconceivable that the Skinner's personality could tolerate such a long time.

Lothar nodded, and he handed the surgical tools he had gathered on his shoulder to Batu, "What should I do? It's a hassle to get these things back. ”

Cheese smiled slightly, he heard what the Count meant, and then took a deep breath, turned and went into the yurt, took the breath of dawn from the salute, hung it on his waist, and covered it with his robe. When he walked out, the battle axe that Lothar was carrying behind his back had already revealed a faint golden light. Even the female swordsman had already put her hand on the hilt of the sword. The mage patted the boy on the shoulder, who was still a little overwhelmed, "Batuu, you come to keep the shaman safe. We will be back soon. ”

Language appears to convey ideas and communicate information. Interestingly, when so many people are speaking their minds at the same time, language loses itself from reason and becomes back to meaningless syllables. Wearing a wolfskin cloak that only a man can wear, Uvel stood silently on the platform by the campfire, his eyes lit with a dancing fire, watching the noisy people. Those were his people. But sometimes, he felt like they didn't notice it. He knows everyone here, knows their families, knows what they love, knows what they want, what they want, what they don't want to lose... But the more he learned about this, the more powerless Uvel became.

They are all cattle and sheep that cannot be fed. It wasn't the first time such thoughts had crossed his mind. In the eyes of the young leader, the faces and bodies of his people began to distort in the firelight, and the shadows cast became hideously distorted and ugly. "Crack!" the firewood in the campfire made a crunching sound, and the flames that had been low in the crowd suddenly jumped to the top of the crowd, and everyone was scared to lose their voices.

Cheese, here. The mage didn't wear a hood this time, revealing his black hair tied in a bunch, the same hair color as most steppe people. "Ahh Her face was full of tears, and her mouth kept saying something, but she couldn't say it because she was choking. But look at her child who is tied to a wooden tenon, things are not so difficult to understand, are they?

"What's going on?" Cheese didn't ask the crowd for an answer, he asked Uvel directly.

The head man raised an eyebrow, but before he could speak, a man who looked quite old walked between the mage and Uvel, "This is an internal matter of the Shale Ministry, and the shaman has no right to interfere. ”

"The person you are tying is my patient. I promised the spirits and the child's mother to keep the sickness away from him. Cheese said calmly, unconsciously remembering what he had said to the Greylion's army on the walls of Valley City. On that day, he also pulled the nezumi back from the brink of slaughter for similar reasons. Of course, the situation at this time is very different from that time. There is not much analogy between the children who were chosen as sacrifices and the rat people who were regarded as monsters.

And the father of the child brought him here. The man didn't back down from Cheese's toughness. For these fierce herdsmen, the ethereal spirits and their agents cannot command them yet. In fact, in the clan, the shaman is more of an advisor and adviser to the headman, and the real decision is still firmly in the hands of the headman.

The situation seems to be starting to develop in a direction that Cheese has no control over. As a father of a child, Lothar had put his hands on the tomahawk, and now he was eager to find the man who had given up his own child and teach him some of the most basic truths. But before the Count could suppress his anger, Uvel spoke, "We respect your promise, Shaman. At the same time, I noticed that your promise did not conflict with what we needed. You can take the child, heal him, and then take him to the grasslands east of the clan before dawn and let him ride on the black ox. ”

Both Atta and Lothar were stimulated by the chieftain's words, and almost immediately showed their weapons, because in their opinion, there was no difference between sending a child who had just been cured to die and sending a child who had not been cured to die. But Cheese reached out to stop them, and he nodded, "I see." The child will be there before dawn. ”

Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, Cheese left the central campfire with his two companions and his patient. The child's mother didn't come with her, because the three mages weren't members of the tribe and they could walk away when they weren't welcome, but she couldn't. If you lose your tribe, you lose everything, and this is a truth that the people of the steppe know. So most of the time they are much more united than the Grey Lion, because the unity of the Grey Leon is gathered under a collective sense of glory, the grassland is not about glory, cold and hunger can arouse people's admiration for collective strength more than any glory, and this unity is not always perfect, it can also create such a tragedy as a child who is sacrificed.

By the time Cheese and the others returned to the shaman's hut with the poor child, the child was on the verge of collapse. Fortunately, there were already drowsy drugs in Wuqi's tent, and losing consciousness was sometimes not a completely bad thing.

"You shouldn't have brought him back. The impact of this event will be much deeper than you think. The shaman immediately understood what was happening when he saw the cheese's expression.

"You're too late. I did this a long time ago. ”