Erwin was walking in this long fog. Not far away, he saw a figure. Looking forward, he saw that it was his son Nalan.
"What are you doing in this heavy fog? Not going to sleep." He raised his eyebrows and said with an accusing look on his face. "Abba, I..."
"Okay, go back and sleep quickly. It will be difficult if you get lost in the fog." Erwin smiled kindly. At this time, he saw the torch behind him, which illuminated Nalan's thin body and made him look unusually tall.
In the early morning, the sun shone on the horizon of the grassland, and the shepherds walked out of their tents one after another, because today is a special day - Hagist, which means God's birthday. Erwin's brother Rachel came early in the morning
When he arrived at his mother's place, he said, "Isn't it a good time to worship the gods today?" The old woman made a cup of milk tea and said to her son sinisterly.
"Oh, I really get angry just thinking about it. I miss Rachel, but I am not as good as a son born from a concubine. I really don't know why my father chose him to be the chief." Rachel sat on the blanket angrily, beating her head.
thigh.
"Is all your head filled with milk tea?" The old woman murmured in a low voice: "Today is a big day to worship the gods. Irvine will definitely attend, and then he will drink milk tea..." Rachel understood, but
After a second thought, he added, "Even if he is gone, will those troops listen to me?"
"Don't worry, your mother and I have already moved in the people from the Zajik tribe. If something unexpected happens, they will be here during the sacrifice."
Rachel hugged the old woman excitedly: "That's great. The Immortal God will really bless us. It seems that Irvine will never be able to drink tomorrow's milk tea or see the sun tomorrow!"
"Shh! You idiot, keep your voice down." The old woman walked out of the tent, looked around, and then came back and said: "Today is the day of sacrifice after all. Irvine will never place soldiers. He just sees the right moment and strikes."
Rachel lowered her head with a smile, and there seemed to be a hint of murderous intent in that smile...
During the sacrificial ceremony, everyone from the Luochuan tribe came to the vastest grassland and built an altar. People toasted each other and the women drank milk.
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Tea, children are not allowed to participate in the sacrifice, and several Anjiwa people who were in high spirits walked to the table and sang songs. The distant Anjiwa songs fluttered away with the gust of wind. There were a few more people on the other side.
Twenty or thirty cattle and sheep were brought in to prepare for the sacrifice. Erwin rode over on horseback, and people cheered as if he were a god in the sky.
Erwin walked up to the altar, raised the wine glass to the sky with trembling hands, and said in Anghiwa language: "May the God of Eternal Life bless us, and may the God Hanasher protect your descendants and make them prosperous, with flocks of cattle and sheep, and without food and clothing."
Worry, Allelujah!" At this time, other people also shouted: "Allelujah!" Rachel was biting the meat next to her, her eyes fixed on Irvine. Irwin's long hair was blowing in the wind.
He scattered, waved his hand, and poured the wine on the grassland.
Rachel had already reached a cooperation with the generals who had been taught by Irvine beforehand. They wanted to seize the position of chiefs today and make them noble leaders. Boyle was sitting at the next table and staring at Lei with a smirk on his face.
Cheer, the sword in your hand is already tightly held.
Irvine then said: "Please ask my brother Rachel to come up and tell God about his dream." Rachel picked up the saber and walked up to the altar calmly. "Rachel, I want to know your dream."
What is your wish?" He opened his eyes, and then said with a sneer, "Humph, my dream? That is to become the son of Changshengtian!" Upon hearing this, the generals rushed to the altar with swords and surrounded them.
Irvine.
The son of Changshengtian means the chief, so when they heard this, the people present were in an uproar. At this time, the people of the Zajik tribe arrived and surrounded the people participating in the sacrifice. If anyone moved, arrows would be shot.
Not only did Irvine not panic, but he asked very calmly: "Rachel, is your dream so small?" This was completely inconsistent with what Rachel thought.
Wenxia knelt down and begged for mercy. When he asked this question, he felt so guilty that he couldn't stand anymore and stepped back repeatedly.
Boyle picked up his sword and rushed forward. With a burst of fierce swordsmanship, he cut down the two generals. He rushed between Irvine and Rachel and roared: "Rachel, you bastard!" He slashed with his sword.
Rachel turned to Rachel, who was so frightened that she quickly covered her face with her hands. She heard a swish sound, Rachel opened her eyes, and it was Irvine who held the sword blade with his hand.
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Boyle's eyes widened, he looked at the blood-covered hands and asked: "Irvine, what are you doing!" Irvine smiled and whispered something to him. After hearing this, Boyle suddenly
He became stunned, as if someone had hit him on the head with a stick. Irvine let go of his hand, looked back at Rachel who fell, and stretched out his hand to help him up, but who expected Rachel to lift him up?
The saber cut off his left hand, and blood spurted on Rachel's face.
Rachel stood up and laughed loudly: "Can you pass the position to me, an orthodox person now?" Irvine smiled, gritted his teeth and replied: "Whoever gets the position will be decided by Changshengtian.
It will eventually appear in the future." Boyle took advantage of the situation and raised his sword to strike at Rachel. Rachel was so frightened that she quickly hid, but she felt that her face was in pain, and it turned out that a scar had been scratched on her face. Boyle
He helped Irvine up and rushed outside the altar. The soldiers kept intercepting him. Boyle killed one of them, jumped on his horse, and fought a bloody road.
At this time, Boyle felt his waist loosen. He looked back and saw Irvine jumped off the horse, opened his single arm, and shouted loudly: "Boyle, leave me alone, go and protect the future."
Sun!" Boyle wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, looked back at the tall figure, nodded, and ran wildly on the grassland.
The face of the sun is bright red, and its light seems to have been snatched away by someone. It is no longer dazzling, but is very soft and bright. It retreats slowly to the west, and a lonely figure on horseback stands here.
Running across the grassland, "Maybe tomorrow, the sun will rise again..." He tightened the reins and looked back, looking in front of the photo, and he should be almost at Irvine's tent.
Boyle said with emotion to the blue sky: "If you were the goshawk in the blue sky, where would you fly to? The future chief Nalan!" After saying this, he tightened the reins and clamped the horse's belly.
, rushed forward again.
The sunset brings the beauty of hope, but also the beauty of sadness. His life is a cycle of sunrises and sunsets one after another. He will encounter success and failure; he will be sure of victory, and he will be unsure of it;
There will be times when he will see the sunflowers in full bloom, and there will also be times when he will harvest a patch of weeds. What the sunset teaches him is timely sadness, and then he will see the world more clearly.