But the talisman around Wen Fei's neck was different, it was not gold or jade, it was just a small stone.

But the origin of this stone is different, it is a small piece knocked down from the three-legged strange stone in the center of the tribe.

As soon as he brought it, Wen Fei felt that he had a mysterious connection with that totem. It's a bit like the connection between the whole clan and the strange stone totem when the whole clan sacrificed that day.

Vaguely, Wen Fei felt a somewhat scattered will to contact him. Then those wills quarreled with themselves as if they were schizophrenic.

In this regard, Wen Fei is not surprising. The so-called ancestral spirits enshrined in this tribe must not be one, but a group. If there is no one who suppresses all voices with the strongest force, then there will be chaos.

"Wizard Wen Fei, your 'spirit' has been restored! The ancestral spirits said that their original reward for curing the plague was to help you restore your 'spirit', but now they don't need it. So, for a moment, I haven't thought of how to repay you!" said Aziman .

Wen Fei shook his head, the so-called 'spirit' naturally refers to the three fires of Shouyuan. However, he didn't have any expectations for the ancestral spirit to help recover.

First, it is better to ask for others than for yourself, and secondly, to come...... To put it mildly, such a congenital Qi ignites the opening up of the human body. How precious and rare?

This small tribe ancestral spirit, where do they have the ability to get it? It is that the third of the longevity that they helped Wen Da Heavenly Master recover last time was still used by Wen Fei when he performed the Big Dipper Seven Yuan Worship Method. Directly expelled the outcropping.

There is no other reason, these longevity, or life force, are too mixed and impure. If Wen Fei is not mistaken. The ancestral spirit must have used some kind of witchcraft, the life force stripped from other beings, and then infused it into Wen Fei's body.

This kind of method is found in many primitive witch cults all over the world. But when it comes to the mature religious period, almost all of them are abandoned.

It's because this kind of spell is too evil, and there are a lot of troubles! It's easy to be rejected by Haotian.

Of course, this kind of thing. Or in the primitive witchcraft stage of the Aziman and the ancestral spirits. It's definitely incomprehensible, and it's just a piece of kindness.

Wen Fei smiled: "I don't need to repay anything." ”

Aziman said: "That can't be done, what do you think of us Azimans? It's like a tree in the wilderness that doesn't know anything. ”

Wen Da Heavenly Master said casually: "Okay, I'll talk about these things later." I'll help you see the wounded first, if there is anything I can do to help!"

Although among the Aziman tribes, prestige has been brushed to worship. But prestige is such a thing. Naturally, the more the merrier, no one will be too much. Especially in front of a guy like Wen Fei who has calculations behind him.

"Yes, although it is easy to attack the Wilto, there are dozens of injured people, and I can't save them?" Wizard Aziman was so busy that he remembered the "clever" medical skills of Master Wenda.

Now that he has become his own person, Wizard Aziman is not the slightest embarrassed.

Wen Fei naturally would not refuse, he was gaining prestige among the Aziman tribe. Now the level of respect has been reached. And the goal of the Great Celestial Master is reverence!

Herbs of the Aziman shamans. For these wounded, it has a great effect.

The strange smell of the herb does not heal wounds directly, but it has almost antibiotic effect. It can prevent any wounded person from having a fever due to wound infection, and the wound will not suppurate......

With such an effect, the methods of treating wounds are crude. You can also wait for the wound to heal slowly.

Wen Fei dared to conclude that this was definitely not just the effect of herbs. There is also the power of witchcraft. However, Wen Fei believes that this method will also be useful for dealing with the wounded in skirmishes.

In case of hundreds or thousands of casualties, the strength of the ancestral spirit cannot be solved at all...... The reason is very simple, that is, when the Wenda Heavenly Master was in his heyday, he wanted to cure hundreds or thousands of illnesses at once, and they were quite enough.

Not to mention how powerful the ancestral spirits in such a small tribe with a population of thousands can have?

Despite this, Wen Fei returned to the Jiashi realm again. I brought some gauze straps and these things to help me deal with the wound.

Although the Aziman people looked at this white cloth with very hot eyes, they felt that it was too wasteful to bandage wounds or something, and it was better to use it as a decoration for clothes......

These aborigines wore furs too extravagantly and wastefully, so it was better to wear these modern cheap stalls.

Others naturally didn't know what Wen Fei had in mind, but they saw that Wen Fei was so generous. actually wanted to loosen a set of clothes for everyone in the entire tribe, which immediately caused a sensation.

Wen Fei sold some cloth in his cart a few times ago, and these good things could only be bought by the strongest warriors in the tribe.

And now, Wen Fei said that he wanted to loosen each of these clothes, and he almost bought the hearts of everyone in the entire Aziman tribe. It almost made Wen Fei's prestige in the Aziman tribe brush up to worship.

It is important to know that modern people will feel that fur is a good thing and expensive. But these Indians are actually not much different from those nomads in the Northern Song Dynasty.

Their fur tanning skills are extremely backward, and even the armor made of bison skin is soaked and tanned with dung. There is a faint smell of it.

The clothes they were wearing, although they were all of the best fur, were extremely rough when they were made.

Where are the various chemical fiber fabrics sold in modern times that are comfortable to the touch and soft to wear? Although it is said that the popular fabrics in this era are really good and the like, and the same style, in the eyes of the Wenda Heavenly Master, it looks like they are all home!

Those who were given clothes naturally did not hesitate to throw away their fur clothes and replace them with stalls.

The smiling faces made Wen Fei completely put down. You must know that Lu Dao Wenfei was originally worried that these people would not be able to accept these clothes, so he only brought about 100 sets to test the water.

Now it seems that Fan Xiang is still good. That way, you can bring more next time.

Originally, Wen Fei had such an idea, but he didn't expect that these clothes would be able to win people's hearts so much. Therefore, an unexpected ending came out for Wen Fei.

That is, the cannibalistic mouth is short, and these Indians are quite honest, so they have caused the worship of the ghost emperor Dazun, which is very pious.

Speaking of which, the primitive civilizations of the Great Heavenly Master have dealt with them a lot, so it is naturally easy to deal with them.

Of course, that's for later!

It wasn't until the night had fallen that countless bonfires were lit again.

The blazing fire shines brightly, so that those Aziman people are full of joy and pride.

On the contrary, the faces of those of the Wiltto tribe became complicated. But there was no such hatred, which made Wen Fei know that the fusion of the two tribes should not be a difficult thing.

It is in this primitive civilization, but the classes have been divided.

People are arranged in circles, and the closer they are to the inner circle, the higher their status in the clan. This is the balance of nature, and the way of heaven works.

As long as there are men and women, old and young, strong and weak. There are smart, there are stupid, and the contributions are different, and the status will naturally be separated.

When the status is separated, the classes will naturally be separated. It can't be smoothed out by manpower!

There is a majestic red torrent that washes everything and smooths everything. But after the torrent fades, all this will be rebuilt.

The Great Celestial Master was standing in the innermost, next to the Wizard of Aziman. Watch as he commanded some of the warriors, lifted the tree, and burned it on the fire.

The tree, which was originally dry, was supported by the fire for a moment before it was finally ignited.

Between the flames and red flames, a spiritual light flew out in a panic.

Between the flames and the black smoke, traces appeared. Even the people around who watched saw it with the naked eye and exclaimed one after another. The original Wiltor people flashed a complicated look in their eyes, and there was a little commotion.

However, that little bit of aura also seemed to sense something. At this time, he was literally out of the way.

Although it has been enshrined for a long time, it is still yin in nature. Even the impure, attached tree can continue to exist, and the tree burns at this moment. It has nowhere to go.

Thousands of people held hands and lined up in a circle, in fact, with everyone's masculinity and blood, forming a big cage.

Looking at the past, the three fires on everyone's bodies were connected together, burning extremely vigorously. It's like a sea of fire. It's not that it can break through at all.

At this time, the three-legged strange stone was its only life-saving straw.

Although there is still unwillingness in my heart, if I don't want to die completely, this is the only way.

Suddenly, this bit of spiritual light drilled into the three-legged strange stone.

The three-legged strange stone is the place where the ancestral spirits of the Aziman tribe reside, and the spiritual light broke through, but it fell into the net.

But at this time, the ancestral spirit was killed by this little bit of aura. Instead, they went out of the way, and the two sides merged in one place.

"Drink ......," Wizard Aziman said loudly.

Everyone shouted at this time, both the Aziman tribesmen and the warriors of the Wiltor tribe. There was a sense of desolation, but more joy.

In the midst of the fire, the entire tree was burned to ashes. These gatherings were all scattered under the three-legged strange stones. Marks the final merger, or rather, annexation of these two tribes!

The night was spent in the carnival celebrations of the tribesmen. (To be continued......)