The totem pole behind Mai Fan, the part about the camel, flickered with light and suddenly went out.
The warm feeling that came from it disappeared as the light ended...
What happened... the ceremony ended like this?
Isn’t it because they didn’t do a good job and the gods just took a look and left?
Everyone was a little worried and trembling. No one dared to speak or move.
Even the most naughty children held their breath and looked at Mai Fan, waiting for what he would say next.
“Everyone...what are you waiting for?”
“Clench your fists and feel the abilities given to you by the beast god.”
“In all the days of the Spring Plowing Month, the gift of the beast god will be with you.”
“When the fruits of spring are sown, the power given to you by the beast god will naturally be withdrawn.”
“Oh, are you waiting for some gorgeous miracle?”
“This is not the style of our beast god clan.”
“The beast god is closer to the origin of animals, and there are absolutely no flashy, irrelevant manifestations.”
“What the beast god gives us is always what we need most.”
"Come on, the newborn beast god is still in the process of recovery. It needs more people to pray and be grateful to it."
“Come on, come over and try...let’s give it a try and feel what kind of abilities the beast god has given us.”
In fact, Mai Fan already knew what kind of abilities this beast god could bestow on his tribe.
But he couldn't say it with any certainty, and he had to help the beast god set the tone.
After all, he is a god and must be superior. If he said it directly... what will happen to you next...
So after everyone had a temporary feeling of being convinced by him as a wizard, there would be nothing more to follow.
No matter how powerful he is as a witch, he is still in the category of a mortal.
The tribesmen can see him every day and be around him at any time. He is still in the category of human beings.
You must know that for today’s tribesmen, a god’s favor is much more important than a capable person.
Mai Fan has a guiding nature, allowing the tribesmen to feel the benefits given by God.
Sure enough, everyone woke up in a panic and followed Mai Fan's reminder to feel what the beast god had given them after the sacrifice.
It doesn’t matter if you give this a try...
“My power! My power!”
The most powerful person on display waved his hand casually into the air.
Just this time, he felt the difference.
Whew...the wind seemed to be torn apart.
Excited, he asked Mai Fan loudly: "Witch, can I go over there and feel it? Is the sacrifice over?"
Mai Fan looked a little advanced. He smiled and said to the warrior: "Go, don't forget, thank the beast god for his gift."
After receiving the order, the soldiers ran towards a small open space at the foot of the hillside.
It was a small field opened by the warriors themselves to train themselves.
There are several thorn strips with the sharp thorns removed in the field.
These thorns are very thick, as strong as half a man's body.
The soldier who flew past did not stop, and then his momentum hit the rattan with a bang and his fist.
Bang, bang…
These stakes, which were very difficult to chop with a knife, after this warrior struck and struck...
Whoosh, he was uprooted and flew into the air at once.
"Wow!!"
Sounds of exclamation sounded from behind the soldier, and everyone seemed to understand...
What did their wizard mean by what he said to them?
Just when he thought of this, the patriarch's hands started to shake.
This is exciting...if such a small tribute can be exchanged for such a big gift...
The patriarch turned his head and glanced at Mai Fan. His face was hidden under the black cloak, but he nodded towards him as if he was aware of it.
I understand...then let me try it too.
The patriarch turned around without any exaggerated movements.
He just picked up the cane beside him and stabbed it hard at the ground that was not soft...
‘Bang!’
Normally, it would take a lot of effort for the tribesmen to carve out a deep fence... But with such a casual poke from the tribe leader...
A deep pit as big as the mouth of a bowl appeared directly.
Not only the able-bodied warriors, but also the tribesmen who participated in this sacrifice and prayed for blessings, all received the same gift.
Perhaps those children are not that strong.
But after the beast god bestowed blessings on camels... they could already use roughly half an adult workforce.
This is very useful in autumn when a lot of manpower is needed to collect.
It turns out that this is the real power of the ethnic group with gods and witches.
If this tribe of theirs had been a few months ago...forget it, it was precisely because of this migration that Fan's potential was unleashed, wasn't it?
If you have been in the forest area and lost the inheritance of the ethnic group, you will not find the ordinary and the extraordinary.
He will be like an ordinary child, growing up silently among the ethnic group and living a mediocre life.
The tribesmen were relieved and then happy again.
Since it is a time-effective blessing, this gift must not be wasted.
Let’s all take action, carry baskets, gather and catch.
Mai Fan stood on the high platform and saw that everyone started to pick up various tools after a short period of joy and planned to rush to various areas in the territory.
He was a little strange and stopped the clan leader who was also about to leave. He didn't understand why everyone stopped celebrating.
The patriarch really laughed at this time, and realized that even if he is a witch, he is still an adult child in the tribe.
As a child, although there are many tedious tasks every day, the truly dangerous and arduous tasks are actually borne by the adults in the ethnic group.
“The food reserves in our tribe have been exhausted.”
“The tribute this time is already the last stock that the clan has collected.”
“The grassland in spring is more cruel than we imagined.”
“We are not good at catching fish in the lake, and there are only a few mature grass seeds on the grassland.”
“The tribesmen count their meals every day. Of course, you are the shaman of the tribe, and you are focused on studying the totem poles and the feedback from the gods, so you haven’t discovered it yet..."
“If we don’t work harder... we will run out of food.”
Is the situation that serious?
Mai Fan suddenly felt guilty when he thought about what he had eaten in the past few days.
Because the food here has an indescribable roughness, both in terms of cooking and the food itself.
Mai Fan, who is extremely picky about his food, often cooks a small stove for himself in his tent when no one is around.
