The next day, the body of the tent keeper was found, holding the neck of the rattlesnake in both hands, and it seemed that he had died with the snake.

Almost no one thought of any other possibility, believing that this was the fulfillment of the prophecy of the Arapahoe, and the fear of mystery and the unknown hung over the people.

Early in the morning.

The tribesmen gathered in a circle and talked about it, leaving an open space in the middle, in which the body of the great chief lay down.

Standing next to the corpse on a rainy day, he looked around: "Unfortunately, I think this is the fulfillment of the prophecy." ”

Some of the children cried directly: "Wow ......"

"High Priest, what should we do now?" People asked.

Rainy day: "We don't have to worry about anything, last night, I already saw the revelation of the Great Spirit in my dream. ”

People eagerly asked, "What revelation?" ”

"I dreamed of a solar eclipse." "Our sun has been obscured by darkness for a while, but soon, the darkness will leave us, and the light will reappear...... And, after darkness, the new sun shines brighter and brighter, and all the evil spirits in the world are expelled by its light and heat! ”

He described a beautiful scene for his people, and their panic was calmed and the chatter was much quieter.

What's more, some people have regained their calm and optimism after being comforted, and they have to do whatever they need to do – comfort has been one of the most important passive skills that humans have learned in a long history.

Of course, this kind of extremely comforting person is rare, and most people still have some apprehension.

"Don't be afraid, even if we encounter difficulties." The rainy day continued to encourage the people, and inadvertently uttered a famous saying, "The only thing to be feared in this world is fear itself." ”

This is a famous quote of the later FDR, President Roosevelt Jr., but presumably there were many people who expressed similar meanings before him, but they were not remembered.

"Burn this viper to ashes!"

On a rainy day, he carried the carcass of the rattlesnake with his own hands and ordered his people to make fire to it.

He then led a group of Apache to begin a religious ritual in which they danced around the hands of the fiery serpent corpses and chanted strange incantations.

He dances with his people on a rainy day, but his eyes are always fixed on the viper in the flames.

The poisonous snake had been burned to a vague form of soot, and in a trance, the rainy day felt that the ashes of the corpses actually belonged to him......

After a series of shamanic rituals, the tribesmen basically got rid of their inner confusion and fear, and most of them returned to mundane affairs and went their own way.

There were only a few people left in the same place, discussing the future.

"What we need most now is a new Great Chief." It was Deerhand, who was about forty years old, with a burly build, short fingers, and a crown on his head, and was clearly a man of great merit.

Anyone could hear the anticipation in his tone.

Everyone can also understand the expectations of the deer hand, and after the death of the tent, he is the most suitable successor, regardless of seniority or merit.

When the tents were guarded and went north to fight the Arapaho people, it was the deer hands who stayed behind.

So as soon as he finished speaking, someone said, "I don't think there is a more suitable candidate than the deerhand, so let the deerhand be our great chief." ”

"Deerhand is a respectable elder, and he is the one who has obtained the most eagle feathers besides guarding tents."

"Yes, I support it too." Said the deerman's son.

The people were almost unanimous, and Shikahand was already smiling, as if he was thinking about the inaugural speech.

Only on a rainy day has not yet expressed an opinion.

The deerhand looked at him, "High Priest, what do you think?" ”

"Deerhand, I don't think you should be the Great Chief, at least not now. ”

"Why?" Deerhand frowned.

"According to the revelation I saw in my dreams, it should still be a dark time, and if you succeed the High Chief now, you may be swallowed up by the darkness like the previous High Chief who guarded the tent. ”

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but change color slightly.

Lushou's face changed: "Then when is it appropriate for me to succeed?" ”

"I think I'll have to wait at least ten days." "Actually, it's best to wait until the middle of summer, when the scorching sun is in the sky, and then succeed the Great Chief." Otherwise you will face the threat of darkness, and the next incarnation of darkness may be even more terrifying than a rattlesnake......"

Everyone looked at each other.

There was also a drum beating in the deer's palms.

He didn't particularly believe in such strange things, but let him ignore them completely, and he didn't have the courage to do so.

In fact, not to mention the Indians, even those who have received a materialist education, it is difficult to completely ignore the shaman's description in this situation. The blackened corpse of the tent was lying next to it.

"Ten days, isn't it? Well, I'll just wait ten days. He finally took a deep breath and nodded.

After all, it was only ten days, and it passed quickly.

It turned out to be a stupid decision. Because a few days later, Ma Sentry and his army arrived at the Plains Tribe, and the time was quite coincidental, just in time for the funeral of the tent guard.

On a rainy day, he greeted the horse whistle for the first time, or rather, he almost waited for the horse whistle.

The horse whistle turned over and dismounted, but before he could say anything, he was led aside by the rainy day.

"What's wrong?" Ma Whistle was surprised.

"You've come at a good time!" With a smile on his face on a rainy day, he looked at the pistol unit behind the horse sentry, and couldn't help but be a little excited.

"What's really the time?" The horse whistle looked at the scene in the tribe suspiciously, as if someone was holding a funeral.

The rainy day said directly: "The Great Chief is dead." ”

"What?" The horse whistle thought he had misheard.

"A few nights ago, a rattlesnake bit the big chief guarding the tent to death." Rainy day said, "Just as described in the prophecy of the Arapahoe!" ”

The horse whistle blinked, and was speechless for a moment.

He brought a hundred elite warriors to meet the Great Chief, expecting that what awaited him was a battle, or a strange reconciliation.

As a result, he never expected that before he could make a move, the big chief himself would die first. It's really unpredictable.

He stared at the rainy day for a moment.

Rainy Tian's gaze was a little evasive: "I think you should be very aware of the current situation, as long as you want, you are the new Great Chief." Don't tell me you don't want to. ”

Of course the horse whistle wills.

Becoming a Great Chief may not bring him much benefit, but at least, there will be no more leadership over his head in the future. A leader who gets in the way can sometimes be even more terrible than a hundred thousand enemy troops.

"Of course I do, but I don't think it will go this way." He said.

Rainy day nodded: "It is true that there will be a little trouble, but I believe it will not be difficult to solve." The main trouble lies with the deerhand, who is almost seen as the new high chief, but has not yet actually succeeded to the throne. ”