"Hmph! I'm not stingy!"

Brudo, the leader of the Tagoma tribe, gave the others a triumphant look.

The dozen or so cows pulled out are enough to make any small tribe lose their vitality, but he is rare to be generous, and it may be difficult for others to call him "stingy Brudo" in the future, and this time it is a rare time to raise his eyebrows.

After the oxen were led to the earthen platform, they were immediately caught in the thick stakes, and because they could not move, they mooed and mooed uneasily.

With a wave of his hand, Brudo, the leader of the Tagma tribe, drew his sharp knife and stabbed the ox in the neck, and then slashed it down sharply.

Instantly blood gushed out, wetting the small half of the black man's body beside him.

For a while, the blood on the earth platform was overwhelming, and it was even more tragic than the previous self-injury sacrifice.

The wizard jumped back and forth, smearing the heads of each cow with colored paint, and muttered words in his mouth.

I don't know if it was discussed in advance, or if it was originally like this, the form of praying for rain in each tribe is different, but the essence is the same, offering their piety and sacrifice to the heavens and ancestral spirits, and this sacrifice includes self-harm and slaughtering livestock.

The frightened cries of the sacrificial oxen grew weaker and weaker, and finally died down completely.

There was silence in the shed where the tribes were located, as if they had been startled by the handwriting of the Tagoma tribe.

After slaughtering 11 cows in one go, the blood flowed on the earthen platform, and with the previous toss, it was difficult to see the original color.

At this point, the rain prayer ceremony ended, and the people of the Tagoma tribe carried away the dead cow that had been drained of blood.

Of course, God still didn't appreciate his face, and even the huge cloud from before showed signs of dissipating.

The leader of the Takira tribe said with a complicated face: "Brudo, I should call you generous Brudo in the future." ”

"Of course! Do you buy beef? It's cheap!"

The leader of the Tagoma tribe looked up triumphantly and laughed.

"Sacrificial beef is still sold?!"

The female leader of the Nighthawk tribe could barely believe her ears.

Doing business actually did the rain prayer ceremony, which is too careful.

If you exchange the beef for money, if you really count it, the actual contribution of the Tagoma tribe is probably not much, right?!

The female leader's words made everyone understand.

The leader of the Takira tribe said angrily: "Bludo, you are not worthy of generosity, and the same stinginess is no longer suitable for you, you should be called the cunning and greedy Brudo, you are a bastard!"

"That's right, cunning money-grubbing Brudo!

"Very consistent, that's what we'll call it from now on!"

"How can you sell beef, cunning money-grubbing Brudo, if it's cheap, give me 200 pounds first, my warriors need to replenish their strength. ”

"I want it, the cunning money-greedy Brudo, give me 100 pounds of beef, no offal, and how to sell the hides?"

......

The leaders of all the tribes unanimously agreed with the title "Brudo the Cunning Greedy" and went into business with the guy.

The leader of the Tagoma tribe is full of bad bargaining with other tribes, painfully and happily calculating the benefits, and now this nickname is not as good as before!

Word of mouth among the many tribal leaders will spread quite quickly, and it won't be long before it becomes known.

In this way, the future reputation of the Brudo chieftain and the Tagoma tribe will be greatly dire.

As for the stingy, cunning, or greedy for money, the Chinese people all ignored it, this is a matter between the local indigenous tribes, and it has nothing to do with them at all.

The morning passed quickly, and many shamans were exhausted, and their tribe had consumed a lot of sacrifices and wealth.

Unlike the Tagoma tribe's sacrificial cattle, which can be sold for meat after being killed, many things cannot be recycled once used, such as paints, wine and spices, which are not cheap in poor and backward Africa.

Especially for the small tribes, just coming to this small hill has cost a lot of money, just filling the stomachs of all the tribesmen every day, it is a lot of expenses, there is no way to play so many flowers like those big tribes, can only send their own wizards, on the earth platform to step on those red-hot charcoal, dance the dangerous and exciting fire dance, in the current year of famine and war alternating disasters, has done its best.

The noon time was not idle, and the sorcerers of each tribe ascended the earthen platform one by one, and used all their skills to convey their wishes to God in the most pious way they thought they could.

There were a few more clouds, but there was still no sign of rain.

But!

As Commissar Tong Luan said, the emphasis is on participation!

No Chinese person wants to believe that after these indigenous tribes have done such a wave, God will really save face and sprinkle a little rain down.

The playing time of the "Huaxia Tribe" wizard was in the afternoon, and he had seen the routines of the Tuhezi singing and dancing, whether it was Li Bai or Li Feng, his heart was settled, no matter from which aspect he compared, the preparation of the Huaxia people was definitely full of force.

After all, from the very beginning, Li Feng, who personally took charge of this activity, was completely engaged in as a variety show, as for any religion, it was all nonsense, basically no different from the domestic sacrifice to the ancient sages.

Because the policy is there, it can't really be carried out as a superstitious activity.

Although Li Feng was reluctant to admit it, the actual situation on the scene still made Li Bai right, the vast majority of the aborigines came to participate in the carnival, screaming, singing and dancing, while killing cattle and slaughtering sheep, and when the excitement was over, let go of the belly to eat and drink, the ultimate fundamental purpose was to take the opportunity to have fun, and continue to hang if there is nothing to do.

As for whether or not they can pray for rain at the end, I'm afraid that there are not many small people who care about these things except for the big people such as the tribal leaders, as long as they can have something to eat today.

If not, the latent beastly nature will completely burst out, through burning, killing and looting, unscrupulous means to obtain wealth and food, where will care about the life and death of others, it is completely the most cruel and ruthless law of the jungle.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, the shaman of the Táchira tribe, who had finished praying for rain, walked down the platform and waved around, his performance was more of a nature than a religious significance.

It is estimated that when he came to power, most of them came to the show.

Now it seems that the wizard managed to get the cheers he wanted, and it was really a show.

Even the Chinese people were applauding the "performance" of this wizard.

The leader of the Takira tribe said very sincerely: "Huaxia people, please ask your sorcerer to bring us rain!"

Monks from outside will recite sutras, and people who have such thoughts may have them everywhere.

One wizard after another took the stage, but not a drop of rain fell.

Now there are many people who put their hopes on the wizards of the Chinese people, even if they know it, but it is inevitable that there are gamblers who are at work.

But if they don't organize rain prayers, there will be all kinds of strange things in the tribe, which will shake the power and prestige of the leaders, and even those who are unstable will deliberately stir up trouble under one excuse or another, so this is not a good sign.

"Xiao Li, are you ready, it's your turn!"

Li Feng took the tactical throat decorating ear microphone to speak.

"It's ready!"

Li Bai's voice came.

When the wizard of the Takira tribe appeared, he left the shed where the tribal leaders were and returned to the camp to begin preparations.

The tent door curtain in the camp was lifted, and the "fully armed" Li Bai took the lead to walk out, of course he was not just one person, but had a fairly complete team.

The wizard's staff in his hand is no longer a casually chopped branch, but a carefully polished staff that is two meters long, with strange and exquisite patterns carved on the surface, and the crystal and other ornaments embedded in it shine in the sun.

The robes made of silk and high-end fabrics look mysterious, swaying and clanging between walks.

There is also a crown like a crown, and the inlaid crystals shine brightly, and a mysterious aura arises spontaneously.

This dress from top to bottom immediately dwarfed the wizards of the previous indigenous tribes, and only the word "indigenous" remained, which is really famous.

Li Bai is not bad for money, and the Chinese peacekeeping force is not bad for people, and the two sides hit it off.

There are many little brothers and sisters with good skills, and they directly come to a teamwork, although Li Feng's idea is a bit outrageous, but one thing is right, there is a lot of power.

Some are responsible for design, some are responsible for production, all kinds of tools and materials are complete, how good they are, they will naturally do as good as they are, and finally have Li Bai's current super god equipment.

Behind him, there are also four backup dancers, although it is a simplified version, but it is still exquisite and luxurious.

As soon as the five people appeared, they instantly attracted everyone's attention.

For a while, the exclamations came one after another, and the appearance of the Chinese people was too visually impactful.

“Music，Go！”

Li Bai also took the headset and nodded at the sound engineer Xiao Chen.

The opening music immediately sounded, not the Athletes' March, of course, but the "Overture to the Dead" symphony.

"Hey, this configuration is better!"

Luan Zhengwei hadn't heard of it, but it just sounded a little different.

Li Feng couldn't help frowning, this opening music was a little different from what he originally chosen, it shouldn't be "The Flying Valkyrie", impassioned, united and forging ahead...... How did it become a living hell!

Is that really good?

The road to Tutai was tightly blocked by the Tuhei who were collectively excited.

Li Bai frowned slightly, turned the staff in his hand, and said something in his mouth, and the head of the staff moved forward slightly.

"Spread out!"

An invisible Haoran force surged forward, like chopping waves, forcibly separating the crowd in front of them.

In the midst of repeated exclamations, the indigenous blacks involuntarily retreated again and again, quickly giving way to a two-meter-wide passage to the earthen platform where they prayed for rain.

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