The people dancing around the campfire are cast distorted shadows by the firelight, which is a shaman dancing to please the spirits. It is said to be a dance, but in fact, this kind of dance does not have a certain standardization in terms of movements, and all stretching, contraction, speed and slowness, strength and weakness are determined by the dancers themselves. Or rather, it is determined by the invisible spirits. Many people who have witnessed shamanic dances think they are going crazy, and in those frenzied rhythms and dynamics, even the most accommodating connoisseur cannot see the element of beauty. And that is the purpose of this dance, and then this madness out of reason, the shaman is able to transcend the human personality and bring the power of the spirits back to the world below the stars from a higher place.

The heads, with their eyes closed, follow the ancient tradition of not looking directly at the dancing body of the shaman, and legend has it that someone has violated this taboo and had their soul taken away by the gods who possessed the shaman. Of course, the more popular version of the legend is that the young and strong head man was attracted by the beautiful spirit of the hind, and climbed all the way through many dangers, leaving behind countless legends, and finally married the god in human form back to his own tribe, which still exists today.

"Poof!" the herbal powder was tossed into the fire by the shaman, producing an incense mixed with the smell of burning. The heads who inhaled the aroma began to twist their heads unconsciously, and their entire bodies began to vibrate with the indistinct humming of the shaman's mouth. The shaman's voice grew higher and higher, and his hands were raised high, as if to take the entire starry sky into his arms. But just as he was about to sing the loudest syllable of the night, the young man on the other side of the fire suddenly opened his eyes, and the appearance of his pupils was not like a human in the firelight, but like a hawk falcon or a bird of prey.

Uvir rushed through the fire, despite the fact that the edges of his clothes had been ignited, and there was only one thought left in his mind, and that was to stop the man with the sheep bone from continuing to speak. He succeeded, and the shaman apparently did not expect such an emergency, and without any resistance, he was pressed to the ground by the young leader. The sheep bones on his head then rolled off, revealing an unfamiliar face.

"Is it possessed? Although only for a moment. The stranger who was pressed to the ground smiled, and said in the language of Uvel's somewhat unfamiliar prairie southerners.

"What's wrong with you!" roared the leader of the Shale, his anger taking on multiple implications, fearing for his shaman's safety and being teased.

Uvel's words were spoken in the language of the steppe, which touched on the other side's intellectual blind spots. But in this situation, you don't really need to understand what the leader says to guess what he means, right?" ”

Uvel certainly didn't have the politeness to tease himself with a guy who pretended to be a witch. But he had to consider the safety of the Wuqi, because of the uniqueness of the Wuqi family, they were difficult to replace, and even if he went to other tribes to recruit shamans who were willing to come here, Uvel doubted that the newcomers would be as powerful as Wuqi. The young head man shook the muscles on his face, resisted the urge to smash the smile on the other man's face with a punch, and slowly stood up. It is worth noting that the flames that should have burned did not swallow Uvel. Another miracle.

It is only reasonable to say that the spirit of the eagle possessed Uvel for a brief moment to make him see through the imposter in the shaman's disguise, because the impostor hurt the spokesman of the spirits, and the spirits used the hands of this mortal to avenge them. But the flame that can be extinguished by itself is confusing, and as a tool, he is not important enough to cause the spirits to perform miracles again.

"Who are you? Where is Wuqi?" Uvel questioned in the language of the prairie, and although he could barely understand what the people outside the prairie were saying, he did not have the ability to communicate with them in that language. However, it was not only him and the impostor who were present, the other two leaders were aware of the chaos around them, and when they opened their eyes, they saw Uvel questioning the strange man. It's just that these two leaders are not so good-tempered, especially the head of the basil department, this strong man suddenly got up from the ground and rushed towards each other like a brown bear!

Uvel was well aware of his strength as a distant brother, and if he let the wrestler hold him, even a tree, he would risk being strangled. And the stranger didn't know if he was too arrogant, or if he didn't have time to react, he just waved his hand lightly in the face of this surging charge. With a slight wave of his hand, the flames came from behind Uvel, and the writhing tongues of fire turned into arms as if they had life, grabbing the strong man's body from behind. This time, the flame was not extinguished.

"Ahh It's just that not everyone can make the flame dance to their heart's will, can they, especially when the stranger waves, Uvel is sure that he sees the light in the other's eyes.

"Witch!" said the young leader. For a shaman who coexists with all things, it is possible to ask for the help of the spirit of fire, it is impossible to manipulate the fire in such a short period of time, and the shaman does not have a sparkle in his eyes when casting spells. The glowing eyes have long been thought to be a trait of demons or witches.

The stranger shrugged his shoulders, though he couldn't understand what Uvel was saying, and he knew from his demeanor and tone that it wasn't a good thing. No way, it's impossible to pretend to be a shaman in the tribe and expect to be treated politely. Besides, when he planned this scene, he didn't intend to live in peace with these steppe people who wanted to deal with him.

"I know you don't care, but to introduce myself, my name is Cheese, the one in the gray robe. In response to him was Uvel's battle cry.

"Alright," the gray-robed mage muttered under his breath, then sideways to dodge the first attack. Thanks to the respect for the ritual by the chiefs, none of them carried weapons. Just because they don't have weapons doesn't mean these angry nomads aren't deadly. Cheese could have killed them in many ways, but as I said earlier, he had intended to do so, which meant that now he had other ideas, "Lothar, help me calm him down." ”

Another figure burst out of the grass and soon scuffled with Uvel. Taking advantage of this, Cheese tied the other two heads to the ground with the stalks of grass that were scattered everywhere, and then sat down by the campfire. His eyes were fixed on the flames, for he could feel that something in the flames was staring at him as well.

"Don't look at me like that, I didn't kill that companion of yours, no, neither was the previous one... Your advocate is good, my companion is watching over him... What do you say? Well, well, I'm really interested in that..."