At night, in the steppe is delicate. You can think of it as noisy, because there are all sorts of sounds that can be heard by both ears, including insects, bats, campfires, and even humans and their livestock. But when you look up and see the Milky Way, the mountains and the horizon at the edge of the starry sky, the night of the prairie is quiet. This contradiction exists not only in the feelings of nature, but also between people, such as the three-headed people sitting by the campfire at this time, and the expressions on their faces indicate that their minds are not at peace.

"It's late. The ritual of the shaman is long overdue. "The head of the tribe of Basil was complained that his tribe and the tribe of Shale were led by the same leader three generations ago, and after the death of the leader, his eldest son, second son, and younger son each led a part of the tribe to live separately, and the tribe of Basil was the tribe of the younger son. Judging from the development of these years, the Shale tribe, which is closer to the lion, has more opportunities to plunder the property, and the population and military strength have gradually surpassed the once comparable Basil tribe, and it has become the most powerful tribe in this region. However, this strength is still some distance from the Shale tribe becoming the overlord of the region, so no tribe is willing to vassalize them except for the two brother clans who are more closely related.

"Be patient, my brother, and give Wu Qi some time so that he can get more blessings for us. It doesn't hurt to do anything, does it?" the head of the Shale tribe had broad shoulders, and he wore a short cloak made of wolf skin, the head wolf of the nearby wolf pack that he had killed independently as an adult, and this did not happen that long ago. Of the three heads, the head man named Uvel was the youngest, but his eyes were the brightest of the three, he was the head of the Shale tribe, but everyone who spoke to him believed that he would not be just the head of the Shale tribe. Uvel's father once proudly proclaimed at a drinking party that his son had the potential to become Shan Yu.

Shan Yu, this title is one of the most glorious titles on the grassland, and those who can affix it to their names are all heroes of legends and stories. On the grassland, it has been a long time since Shan Yu. Thinking so, the head of the Teller tribe looked at Uvel with an eager gaze, the southern blue lions under the leadership of their dwarf lord to build a stronger defense year by year, and the life of the three of them was not as good as before. As the eldest of the three heads, the head of the Teller tribe knew that the time had come for change, and compared to the reckless leader of the Basil tribe and his own unsuccessful heirs, whether the three of them died or prospered, the future future of the three tribes would be largely related to Uvel.

"Uvel is right, shamans have always acted only on their own time. However, Wu Qi did make us wait a little too long this time, and I should have brought my girl and asked her to dance to kill some time for us. It's not that I'm boasting, she dances as beautiful as a swan!"

"Well, old Maudon began to speak of his daughter again!Haha, my brother Uvel, you had better marry her home sooner, lest old Maudon blow too much and let the gods of heaven believe him." Then you're going to have to snatch a wife from the gods!" The head of the Basil department laughed and broke Maudun's calculations. This is not to blame him, who let the head of the Telle department sell his daughter in front of Uvel at the first opportunity, and over time, the speaker has not yet enjoyed it, but the listener is no longer interested.

"I have made an appointment with Uncle Maudon to go to the Teller Department next spring to greet my family, and I hope that my friends from the Basil Department will also be present at my wedding. Uvel had no objection to getting married. Marriage to the Teller is a good thing for him now, marriage can be a bond of unity between the two tribes, and purer blood will also help to produce a more acceptable heir. As to whether Maudun's daughter was really as good and beautiful as he said, it didn't matter to Uvel. Nomads have never practiced monogamy, and whether they are polygamous or polyandry is not a problem at all, as long as it increases their ability to survive on the grasslands.

"Hey, it must be. But you'll have to think about who you're going to be your witness, like Wu Qi," said the Basil chief, shrugging his nose, "it's really not appropriate." His appearance is too much like them, and the wedding he officiates at may not necessarily be approved by the ancestral spirit. ”

It is true that in addition to the tradition of only children, the shamanic family to which Wu Qi belonged had an incomprehensible behavior to other nomads, that is, every one or two generations, they would marry a grey lion woman who had been plundered from the south and let them bear offspring for themselves. This habit makes Wu Qi much whiter than ordinary nomads in appearance, and his facial features and bones are also subtle differences from those of his clansmen. In contrast, although other steppe people also plunder southern women, they are more likely to treat them as slaves or even so-called human animals, such women will not be recognized even if they give birth to offspring, and are likely to be thrown into the wilderness by the tribe people to be used as food for wild wolves and goshawks.

"In any case, Wu Qi is a powerful shaman, and I think you know his abilities, and the ancestral spirit has never expressed his dissatisfaction with him. Therefore, it is more in line with tradition for him to preside over the wedding. Uncle Maudun would be more at ease in this way, wouldn't he?" According to tradition, only a wedding performed by a shaman who is the spokesperson of the ancestral spirit and other spirits guarantees the absolute status of the bride, and anyone who questions the legitimacy of such a wedding is considered to be questioning the ancestor.

Mao Dun smiled slightly, "According to what you mean, although my daughter is excellent, to be honest, I don't think she is the right person to be your wife." If you want, let her have a place in your tooth tent, and as for whether it is a wife or a concubine, I will not object. ”

Maudun's meaning is very clear, if Uvel has the ambition to be a single Yu, of course his wife can't be the daughter of the head of the Teller tribe such an ordinary background, he will marry those princesses of large tribes with a long history and many clans, this has nothing to do with love and responsibility, just reality. At that time, Maudon didn't want his daughter to suffer because she had occupied a position that she shouldn't have occupied. There are few wives in history who have outlived their husbands, especially those who married when they were young.

Uvel opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a figure approaching from the edge of the fire. The three leaders stood up and saluted. The shaman with the sheep's skull didn't say anything, he wasn't standing here as a human being, he was the embodiment of the spirits of the steppe under the starry sky.

"The ceremony, begins. ”