The sounds of disappointment came one after another on the hill. The wizard of the Lotstrom tribe who had tried his best to pray for rain from heaven before, looked gray, but he was still muttering words.

Maybe I hope God can open his eyes and give him some rain to help the tribe overcome this difficulty.

But even with such a little prayer at the end, there was still no response.

The Lotstem heart was like falling into the abyss. The wizard was in vain and the tribe failed to take the lead.

The leader of the Tachila tribe looked at the small tribe that was collectively dejected and said calmly: "The Lotstem people failed."

Although the Lotstrom tribe has won the first priority to play, it is also a pathfinder introduced by other tribes.

I'm afraid the tribal leaders knew that if the wizards were really that useful, there would be no war on the African continent. We might as well compare ourselves with witchcraft, and there wouldn't be even famine.

"As planned as originally! Fortunately, we have enough wizards, there will always be one who prays for rain, and the second one, the Sithra people!"

The female leader of the Night Eagle Tribe looked at a corner of the scaffolding steel pipe shed.

The leader of the small tribe can only stay in the corners of the edge. The stronger the tribe, the closer it is to the center.

And the Chinese are in the middle, who made the strong peacekeeping force the most powerful force in this area?!

Even if it is an outsider, many tribes do not regard the Chinese as outsiders at this moment. Such a large "tribe" is right in front of you. You need guns, cannons, and armored vehicles. Are you blind?!

As for the Somali government, not everyone will miss them. At best, it is just a warlord occupying Mogadishu. When the government orders are sent to the local area, whether the local tyrants and evil gentry will obey depends entirely on their mood.

It is because of such separatist forces that barely form a loose alliance. In order to maintain the existence of the Somalia Republic, these armed forces, large and small, barely stand together, but there are still many contradictions between them. For example, the Papagana and the Dulunu people started fighting each other, and they would never show any mercy.

The leader of the Sithra tribe waved his cane outside, and the tribal wizard, who had been preparing for a long time, stepped onto the earth platform and began his own rain prayer ceremony.

Sprinkle colorful powder, red, yellow, blue, white, purple, flying all over the sky, and when the wind blows, the entire earth platform is filled with dust.

These turbid guys were not afraid of getting out of fire, so they made a flash explosion and killed the wizard himself.

Inside the flying powder, the figures swayed, and the long staff strung with feathers turned endlessly. After a while, the dust finally dissipated or fell, making the ground of the earthen platform more colorful.

At this time, more than a dozen young and strong black men jumped onto the earth platform, holding daggers in their hands, surrounding the wizard before. They held their hands high and screamed.

When Luan Zhengwei, Li Feng and others had not figured out the situation, the black men suddenly waved their dagger and slashed their chests fiercely.

In the next second, blood gushed out of the wound, and in a blink of an eye, the chest became bloody.

"Are these people crazy?"

Li Feng showed a shocked look, which was hurting himself.

With the medical level and sanitary conditions of indigenous tribes, the probability of wound infection is not low.

"Ask what's going on?"

Luan Zhengwei asked the translator around him to pass the message, and within a short while, he found out the reason.

This is a sacrifice, and it is a relatively civilized one.

If, according to ancient traditions, prisoners or death row prisoners should be sent, or even living people willingly serve as sacrifices, beheading and offering sacrifices to heaven in public, such a scene would be even more cruel and bloody.

"Sacrifice with living people!"

Li Feng's whole body is cold, which is too barbaric.

"Don't panic! Those people are watching us."

Luan Zheng looked calm, and the nearby tribe leaders were secretly looking at them.

If you show your fear at this time, these guys will immediately lower the status of Chinese people in their hearts, and their corresponding attitude will change immediately, without the previous respect.

Translator Lin Huan said in surprise: "Is this a test? It's so cunning!"

No wonder when I asked before, the other party's attitude was a bit strange.

"Ordinary black people often have no IQ online, have little knowledge, and have little culture. However, the upper-class people in these tribes have few idiots. They have iPhones, iPads, computers, large-screen HD TVs, satellite phones, know Wall Street, **, Champs Elysées, Gucci, LV, Omega, McDonald's, and have the ability to send their sons to study abroad."

With his experience of dealing with those indigenous tribes many times, Luan Zhengwei never underestimated these tribe leaders, wizards and elders, who were completely different from ordinary black people and closer to modern society.

Even in China, there are many descendants from indigenous African tribes.

Among them, many people would bring their arrogance in their hometown, sleep with girls, eat, drink, play and wander. They would not take the Chinese seriously at all. They would regard them as slaves, and they would think that everything was right, and they would beat, scold and bully them at all. As for their studies, they never cared about them.

Because the tuition fees in China are low, there are various subsidies and preferential treatments, various schoolmates, and various back-paying payments. Even poor tribes with only a hundred people can send people to study.

So black people in Africa want to go to China, tear their passports and keep leaving without leaving. They just say, "The Chinese get out and treat this country as their own." They really do this.

However, after returning to Africa, the little black princes who had studied abroad had to compete with their classmates.

Tribal leaders are not easy to do. You can often see the two leaders who lead their respective tribes to fight each other's life and death. They are actually classmates. They are like brothers when they are in school, but when they arrive on the battlefield, they are forced to fight for their lives.

When everyone else heard Luan Zhengwei's words, the others felt a sense of sternness.

These indigenous tribes have their own extraordinary features that cannot be easily underestimated.

Even if I look down on these black uncles, I cannot relax my vigilance at any time.

The already colorful earthen platform has a little more blood at this moment.

When the wizard on the stage ended his rain prayer ceremony, the young people with blood in front of them were already shaking, their faces turned yellow, and they were almost unable to hold on.

After all, the wound is deep and long, and blood comes out like no money. A lot of blood is lost, even if it is iron-killed, it cannot bear it.

Compared with the past, there are only a few more clouds in the sky, and they are still loose. If you want to form thick cumulonimbus clouds, you may not be able to survive.

However, after the earth platform was stained with a layer of blood, the indigenous tribes became even more fanatical.

The third one to play was the large tribe, the witch of the Night Eagle Tribe, who simply naked all over his body, painted countless unfathomable runes with white oil paint, and then stood on the earth platform, shaking, swaying and jumping.

The Chinese could no longer hold on and covered their eyes directly. With such a figure, they were even thrown to the point of flying, which was simply eye-catching.

Help! Hurry up, I'm going to be blind!

This was not the end. Then a burly black man came up with a clear muscle mass, and he was also not in a short position. There was also a big donkey. He hugged the witch when he got on stage.

The two of them started a shameless and yelled, pushing the atmosphere on the scene directly to the high-end.

There were also many black men and women who took off their clothes and fucked them around the world, not just men and women, but also men, women, women, and women.

The female warriors of the Night Eagle Tribe were particularly bold. At this time, they actually targeted men from other tribes and rushed forward, started hand-to-hand combat, and handed over the gun without killing them!

For the turtle and black people, this is a sacred xxoo sacrifice, which is not unique to Africans. There are also Indian Asan and Japan. The movie "Annyala" also has similar religious behaviors, which is considered a very primitive reproductive worship.

For Chinese people, this is critical damage, +1, +1, +1, +1... I can't live this life anymore.

"Damn it! What is this?!"

The leader Li Da Da was stunned. Your uncle and aunt are really good at playing, so you are not afraid of polluting the children. Labor and capital have to get off the bus. Driver, stop quickly!

He wanted to use a casual sword to chop the pair of indecent dogs, men and women, as well as the shameless guys nearby, and all of them were 404.

The grand event lasted for more than half an hour. As the witch and the black man on the ground screamed together, the two stopped their fierce movements.

Some of them were already finished, while others were still fighting hard...

The most powerful one was even more than an hour and had no intention of stopping. This could no longer be considered a human, but a livestock.

"Look, the sky!~"

The body was still stained with mysterious liquid, and the white patterns had blurred most of the witch pointed to the sky.

A large cloud floated from somewhere, bigger than the clouds I saw before.

A cheer erupted from the hills. There was clouds that mean there would be rain. This is common sense.

The more clouds the thicker the clouds, the more likely it is to rain. It is what all tribes are struggling to do.

Cheers spread from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain.

This is a good sign.

"Good job, An Ya!~"

The female leader of the Eagle Tribe of the Night held high and let out a long roar.

The burly black man had the strength to lift the witch up and cheered one after another.

"It's our turn, bring the offerings!"

The leader of the Tagoma tribe shouted.

A strong cow was led out.

"Brudeo, are you?!"

Among African tribes, cattle means the most valuable and strongest property. Seeing the Tagoma tribe bringing out so many cattle to the earthen platform, it was a bit unbelievable that the leader of the Takira tribe who had been unhappy with the other party before.
Chapter completed!