It is enough to prevent any large beasts from accidentally breaking in.
But those smaller wild animals cannot be guarded against.
Therefore, rabbits, voles, pythons, lizards and other poisonous or non-poisonous things will pop up here from time to time.
Because this hillside serves as a buffer, and the wizard who lives on the hillside can always find it in time for some reason.
The life and work of the tribesmen behind this slope are still very safe.
However, children and the elderly will not go in the direction of the witch if they have nothing to do.
In their minds, the witches in the tribe are mysterious every day and must be busy with big things.
It is always bad if you are delayed by interruption.
Therefore, today the entire ethnic group came up because of the sacrifice.
Only then did I discover the benefits of the hillside where the totem pillars stand.
It is one meter higher than the ground...
But there is a refreshing wind that has been floating on the slope.
There is a unique herbal aroma that surrounds the tent where the witch is located. As the wind picks up, it floats lightly toward the residential area down the slope.
I always feel very refreshed and my mind seems to be a little smarter.
Everyone was shocked and saw a scene that shocked them even more.
Their shaman used a whole piece of crocodile skin, dyed pitch black, and the most skillful woman in the tribe made him a cloak.
This cloak was made very large and long in response to the witch's request.
The long tail trailed on the ground... As Mai Fan moved forward, it drew a mysterious and solemn straight line.
The tribesmen who were originally chattering and curious about everything all became quiet after seeing Wizard Fan behave like this...
They don't know why, but they feel that what happens next needs everyone to experience it quietly.
Mai Fan walked step by step in front of the totem pillar. At this time, a simple tribute platform had been set up in front of the pillar.
On the table were neatly placed three piles of pointed tributes, as well as water from all the jars of the entire clan.
These things were placed directly in front of the pillar, facing Mai Fan.
When the distance between them reached one meter, Mai Fan stopped.
At this time, he did not have any act of prostrating, nor any movement of submission.
He simply stood still and bowed his hands in front of the totem pillar.
To bow to this pillar is to bow.
Just kidding, there is an evil god tied inside him.
The abilities of this evil god are not at all inferior to those of the beast gods of his tribe.
If we talk about it in detail, the evil god is an old god who has existed since the beginning.
If we were talking about seniority, the god in the pillar who was resurrected because of him should be called the ancestor in his belly.
If Mai Fan hadn't made the ceremony more solemn, he wouldn't have even done this bow.
It was precisely because of Mai Fan's solemnity that the beast god who was resurrecting in the pillar immediately felt it.
It wandered around among the three lit beast heads, feeling a little timid and irritable in its heart.
This doesn't mean that the kid outside the pillar is very evil-minded.
Does he not know what he is carrying?
How dare he worship other gods?
It would be okay if the evil god could stay in his body for the rest of his life.
But if it gets a chance to escape, or it is simply waiting for an opportunity to devour this kid...
When it actually completed its plan, it was out of trouble.
What should I do if the other party comes to cause trouble for me because of old scores?
What it has to face is Tun, the evil god who is also famous in the God Realm.
In the past, the war between many gods was aimed at completely annihilating them.
Because for the evil god Swallow, even if he is a god, in the end he is just a part of his ration.
The ability to fear swallowing has already been engraved in the bones of these little gods.
It turned out that Tun had long been wiped out in the battle of the gods in ancient times...
Who would have thought that it would actually be distracted and wandering in this remote wilderness.
It is so immortal that it wanders under the clan it protects...
The activated wizard happens to be the only one in his tribe who has the potential and ability to be a wizard.
Let it compete with Tun for wizards...
It's already very weak, so don't scare it anymore, okay?
The beast god trembled in fear among the statues, and the totem pillar also flashed white light in excitement.
But in the eyes of this group of tribesmen, they didn't know what happened.
They only knew that this was the beast god's answer to the prayers of his wizard.
"Oh...oh!! Wow! Oh!"
The tribesmen were filled with tears of excitement.
This is a scene that can only be seen in legends... I originally thought they were an abandoned ethnic group...
Now it seems that the beast god guided them back to their original hometown.
Regroup and set sail again.
The excited tribesmen are waiting for the follow-up, and the anxious beast god just wants to end this blessing as soon as possible, and then hide in its pillar, pretending that nothing has happened.
The demands of both sides are so obvious.
When Mai Fan straightened up and faced the totem pillar with a smile, he saw the statue with the camel carved on it suddenly lit up with a dazzling light than the other statues next to it.
Strands of white threads that only Mai Fan could see floated out from the pillars in the form of light beams.
Suddenly, he arrived in front of all the tribesmen behind Mai Fan.
Without the tribesmen knowing anything, poof, it suddenly penetrated the arms, torsos, and heads of these tribesmen.
A stream of energy existing in the camel statue is transmitted towards the tribesmen through these threads.
Although those tribesmen cannot see how this process works.
But the feelings in their bodies cannot deceive them.
A kind and warm energy spread throughout their bodies.
Although it was only a short period of time, it was as if it was their illusion.
But they still felt it very clearly.
After Mai Fan raised his head, this feeling disappeared.
But then, the benefits brought by this feeling... were truly reflected in reality.
The white light disappeared...
Their witches also turned around.
The pile of supplies originally piled behind the wizard was dissipating in a very strange way.
Layers upon layers, piles upon piles.
A gust of wind blew over... whir... like a passing smoke cloud, dissipated in the air without a trace.
Is it so magical?
Their beast god accepted their tribute.
If all this is not a dream, are the tributes they gave a little short?
Just when people are talking a lot and are dumbfounded by this phenomenon...
