The shadows shuttle through the darkness. The shadows were originally just a loss that was blocked by light. In the darkness without light, the shadows naturally did not exist, or the darkness itself was a huge shadow. Therefore, the shadows that were shuttled among the restless soldiers must have a subject. The reason why he was not discovered, discovered, and uncovered the veil of darkness was because he moved fast enough, did not make any sound, nor did he collide with anything. When he passed through those narrow gaps or among the crowd, his body changed like water, flowing gently.

The earth walls, guards, and the torches erected could not stop the black shadow from moving. He looked like some reptile, climbing up lightly and landing like feathers. No one noticed the black shadow's movement, even if he had been very close to the lighting range of the torch a few times, no one noticed it. What was this black shadow? He looked like a snake wandering into the courtyard leisurely.

The black shadow is not a snake, but he does have a close connection with this creature. When he turned into the White Wolf's tent and came to Li Chou and Jin Ban, the black on the tall figure slowly faded away. It turned out that the original shadow's original deity was another shaman rock hill who had sent Lossa and the others out of the camp. He did not return immediately after completing the escort mission, and did not return until now.

"They have already gone in the direction of Alai. But there is only one horse, the talking cat and the man in the gray robe and the knight go first, and the girl and the trainer go to find the horse." The shaman of the Snake Spirit reported in a deep voice, his hands were placed in his sleeves, showing a humble attitude in front of Li Chou. "I helped them and guided the trainer's horse around them. Perhaps, this should not be called a gang."

"Even if you don't do this, they will still find a mount and rush to help their companions. Even if there is no mount, they will run over. It has nothing to do with danger or not. When we say that the future is known, this is what we are talking about. People make a choice, so the choice will bring the result." The old shaman stood up and comforted the rock hill. It can be seen that the tall snake spirit shaman was uneasy about his behavior just now. He had already decided that blocking Alai was a way to go without returning, and to save the lives of the two people, he should have hid the horse.

"Then how should we choose?" Yanqiu looked at the old shaman with his eyes. As the servant of the spirits, Alei was an existence that he should fight against. If it weren't for Li Chou's explanation before, he should have followed those young people, whether they live or die, it would be acceptable. But he didn't do that, because compared to his inner impulse, he chose to believe in the deified old man in front of him, because he believed that the old man was qualified to be deified. When he could not make a good choice, the shaman of the Fire Spirit would definitely find another better path.

Li Chou's eyes could not see the turmoil, there was no peace when he was sure to win, nor did he feel anxious and panic. For him, the arrival of Alai's arrival seemed to be something that had been foreseen long ago and finally happened. When this happened before him, he only took it for granted, "We are shamans and the voices of the spirits on the ground. People always expect us to do all kinds of things, but in fact we only want and only do one thing, that is, let the gods see what happened on the ground. You two come to help me, the fire call ceremony, it seems that it must be advanced."

"Shoot the arrow!" "Stop! Block them back!" When the three shamans walked out of the tent, the camp was already a different scene. It was meaningless to think about how the first accidental injury happened. It might be that one side of the confrontation accidentally let go of the bowstring, or that it was a subconscious wave of a knife suddenly meeting at a corner. Inside and outside the camp, there was a sound of shouting and killing that shook the sky. The fire light soared into the sky, but even such a fire light could not dispel the darkness shrouded above the tribe. The terrifying sound of chopping and killing could not dispel the haze entrenched in the heart.

"Why are you out? Go back! No one can protect you now!" Ensord noticed the situation in the big tent. There was a large black mark on his handsome face, which should have been left unintentionally after smearing the fire after wiping his face. If the battle situation requires the commander to light the torch in person, it means how serious the current situation is. The reason why this camp has not fallen yet is because the troops around him are more distrustful of the people around him than their fat piece that can be eaten at any time. The descendants who already dislike each other have no reason to stop.

"I don't need protection, on the contrary, I want to protect you." The old shaman stretched out two fingers, gently scraped the white wolf's cheek, and applied smoke and dust on his fingertips. Then he turned his hand and flew into a ball like an arrow to the ground, leaving a trace, "Put all the wood, lamp oil, no, everything that can burn here, the more, the better, the faster, the better."

"You are..." If someone else said this to Ensord at this time, Bailang would have long regarded him as a madman, even a shaman was no exception. But Li Chou's identity is not just a shaman. As the oldest elder in the tribe and the only spokesperson for the Fire Spirit, he is more like something more noble. His existence itself is totem. Ensord gritted his teeth and nodded vigorously, "I understand, you wait. Over there! transfer all the swords and axe players! Pile all the things that can be burned here for me, hurry!"

The quality of an army depends not only on their training level, weapons, equipment, personnel configuration, but more importantly, on their sensitivity to orders. The better the commander, the higher the requirements for soldiers, because if the troops cannot obey orders unconditionally on the battlefield, then any tactical strategy will be useless. In this regard, the grassland troops have always needed to be improved. Although those elite cavalry did not need any tactical command to win, there is a gap in execution compared with those troops from countries like Cang Shi.

But Bailang's subordinates were the exception. The soldiers who heard the order immediately informed their comrades around them of the leader's instructions. The soldiers who were originally on standby to defend against the enemies who crossed the earth wall also put their swords into the sheath, turned around and ran to the inside of the camp to start transporting. There was no objection or question, such an army could no longer be obtained through training. There was something closer in these people's hearts.

"You have a group of good soldiers." Jinban sighed after seeing the scene in the camp. Compared with the soldiers at Bailang, although the people outside are very skilled, they are absolutely incomparable in terms of execution.

"They are my fellow countrymen and my lover. Nothing can connect us more closely than this." Ensord left this sentence and ran to continue his command.
Chapter completed!