When Priest Salon heard what Sam said, he was startled and said, "Elder Sam, this... this Luo Tao is not our clan member. I'm afraid it's against the rules to make him the clan leader."
Sam nodded, with a hint of worry on his face: "Actually, I think so too, but this kid Luo Tao is indeed extraordinary. Maybe he can restore our Bortala's past glory."
Bortala, the Silver Wolf Tribe, is the noblest bloodline on the grassland. Long before the Taisho Dynasty, the ancestors of the Qiang people established a unified feudal dynasty on the grassland. At that time, their leader could still claim the title of king. The Silver Wolf Tribe
The ancestor is the Silver Wolf King who monopolizes the Kunlun Grassland among the sixteen kings of the Qiang people.
"Sam, the glory of the Silver Wolf Tribe happened a hundred years ago. Who in the grasslands today still remembers the Silver Wolf King." Saron sighed, "Luo Tao is very powerful, but we are now fighting against the White Cloud Kingdom and the Eagle.
The tribes have all become enemies, and most of the young and middle-aged men in the tribe have been killed or injured. They cannot withstand the torment."
"It was because of our enmity with the Baiyun Kingdom and the Eagle Tribe that we had to elect Luo Tao as the clan leader. Look, who else in our tribe besides him can take on this important task. Besides, he also agreed, and he will help us establish a grassland alliance.
"Sam continued.
"But there are no rules. If you pass the position of clan leader to him rashly, I'm afraid it will arouse opposition from the clansmen!" Salon said.
"That's why I need you." Sam said.
"What do you mean!" Saron looked at Sam, stunned, holding the staff in his hand tightly, and the wrinkles on his face became tense and highlighted one by one, as if he was engaged in a very torturous thinking.
Sam did not speak, but just looked at Saron steadily, and Saron also got the answer from Sam's silence: Sam wanted to borrow his divine power to give Luo Tao a perfect "mantle" to succeed the patriarch.
After all, for the Bortala people who believe deeply in God, what could be more important than a divine call?
"This is blasphemy to the gods!" Saron said.
Sam responded: "God will bless Bortala, and Luo Tao is the incarnation of God coming to Bortala. Saron, you don't want us Bortala to be oppressed all the time."
Saron wanted to speak, but his lips just kept trembling. He was also from Bortala, so naturally he didn't want Bortala to be oppressed by outsiders like this, but he still couldn't accept it in his heart to give up the position of patriarch to an outsider.
. He looked at Sam and slowly said, "Can you let me do some divination? I want to hear God's will."
Sam nodded and said, "Then let's do some divination. I also want to hear God's will."
Bortala's divination was very simple. Saron took out three flat pebbles from his pocket. Each of these pebbles was divided into two sides. One side was roasted by fire and turned dark, and the other side was the color of ordinary pebbles.
He put the three pebbles into a bag made of sheepskin, murmured something in his mouth, and shook it three times. The stones fell to the ground, one black and two white. Then, he shook it twice more, recorded the result, and marked it on the ground.
Symbols of different lengths were painted on the branches.
"Purple stars fall from the sky, and people are popular all over the world." Salon was surprised, "That Luo Tao is wearing purple clothes. Is this really God's will?"
Sam breathed a long sigh of relief and said: "This is the best providence. We Bortala really want to restore the glory of our ancestors."
Saron nodded, shook his head, and said, "Sam, I think this matter needs to be considered in the long term."
Sam frowned and said: "You are a priest, don't you listen to God's will?"
Saron shook his head, his eyes flashed for a moment, and he said: "That's not what I meant. Since it is God's will for Luo Tao to come to our Bortala, then why can't we exaggerate and make him the savior of the entire grassland?
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Sam was stunned for a moment, then smiled again and said, "Salon, you really understand the meaning of the gods better."
"Then what should we do?" Sam asked, "Should we send messengers to each tribe?"
"This is too arrogant and they won't believe it. We won't say anything and just hide Luo Tao as a treasure." Saron pretended to be mysterious and said: "The wind in the grassland can not only blow away grass seeds, but also the fragrance of flowers.
gossip."
Sam asked again: "Then how can we let this news get out if we hide Luo Tao?"
Saron smiled and said: "Aren't those prisoners of the Eagle Tribe just the wind in the grassland?"
Sam nodded, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Saron is really an old master. Only a master can come up with such a good method, and only a master understands human nature best.
Luo Tao is like a treasure. If a person gets a big treasure, he will treasure it carefully instead of showing it off everywhere.
Outside the account.
The heads of Darixiu and Tehamu have been hung up. The captives of the Eagle Tribe looked at the heads of their leaders with hatred and fear in their hearts, and were frightened and frightened. They gathered together helplessly like a group of bereaved dogs.
Waiting for the knife of fate to fall on your neck.
As prisoners, what other way out do they have except death?
In the big tent where they were detained, two men from Bortala were holding long guns and muttering in a low voice.
"Have you heard? The priest said that Luo Tao is a purple star from the sky and will lead our Bortala to become the strongest tribe in the grassland!"
"Hey, isn't that right? I heard the priest said that Luo Tao is the hope of the entire grassland, and he will lead the entire grassland towards unity!"
"I'm not sure. Isn't this all said by the little priest next to Priest Saron." The man added, "Anyway, I can be sure that this friend of Luo Tao must be a very powerful character, even for Bortala."
The whole grassland has a big role to play.”
Inside the tent, the prisoners of the Eagle Tribe looked at each other in confusion as they listened to the conversation between the two Bortala people.
