"Hmph! I'm not a stingy!"

The leader of the Tagoma tribe, Brude, looked at the others proudly.

The dozen cows brought out were enough to seriously damage any small tribe's vitality, but he was rarely generous. In the future, it would be difficult for others to call him "stingy Brudeo". This time it was a rare time to be proud.

After the cows were led onto the earth platform, they were immediately clamped by thick wooden stakes. Because they could not move, they mooed uneasy.

The leader of the Tagoma tribe, Brude, waved his hand, and the tribe members standing beside the strong bulls pulled out a sharp knife, stabbed it hard on the cow's neck, and then slashed it down sharply.

In an instant, blood gushed out, wetting the little body of the black man beside him.

For a moment, the bloody smell on the earth platform was soaring, even more tragic than before.

The wizard jumped back and forth, smearing the forehead of each cow with colorful paint, muttering words in his mouth.

I don’t know if it was agreed in advance or it was like this. The rain prayer forms of each tribe are different, but they are essentially the same. I sacrifice my piety and sacrifice to heaven and ancestor spirits, which include self-harm and slaughtering animals.

The panic-screaming cow used to sacrifice became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared completely.

In the shed where the tribes were in, there was a silence, as if they were shocked by the handwriting of the Tagoma tribe.

I slaughtered 11 cows in one breath, and blood flowed from the earthen platform. Coupled with the previous struggle, it was difficult to see the original color again.

At this point, the rain prayer ceremony ended, and the people from the Tagoma tribe carried away the dead cow that had dried up and dried up.

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

The leader of the Tachila tribe said with a complicated expression: "Brudeau, you should call you a generous Brudeau in the future."

"That's of course! Do you buy beef? Very cheap!"

The leader of the Tagoma tribe raised his head proudly and laughed.

"The beef sacrificed is still sold?!"

The female leader of the Night Eagle Tribe could hardly believe his ears.

I actually did the business and did it at the rain prayer ceremony, which was too careful.

If beef is exchanged for money, it is probably not much to count the actual efforts of the Tagoma tribe?!

The female leader's words made everyone understand.

The leader of the Tachila tribe said angrily: "Brudeo, you are not qualified to be generous, and you are equally stingy and no longer suitable for you. You should call you the cunning and rich-greedy Brudeo, you are just a bastard!"

"Yes, the cunning and rich-greedy Brudeo! This is very good!"

"It's very consistent, we'll call it that way in the future!"

"How to sell beef with a cunning and rich Brudeo? If the price is cheap, give me 200 pounds first. My warriors need to replenish their strength."

"I want to, too, the cunning and rich-loving Brude, give me 100 pounds of beef, don't have internal organs, and how to sell cowhide?"

...

The leaders of all tribes agreed with the title of "Cunning and rich-greedy Brudeo" and started business with this guy.

The leader of the Tagoma tribe was full of worries and bargained with other tribes, calculating the profits with great pain and joy. Now this nickname is not as good as before!

Many tribal leaders spread word by word, and the spread speed will become quite fast, and it will become well-known in no time.

In this way, the future reputation of the Brudeo leader and the Tagoma tribe will be greatly awkward.

As for the stingy, cunning, or greedy money, the Chinese people ignored it. This was a matter between local indigenous tribes and had nothing to do with them.

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

Unlike the sacrificial oxen of the Tagoma tribe, if it is killed, it can sell meat. Once many things are used, they cannot be recycled. For example, pigments, wine and spices, these things are not cheap in poor and backward Africa.

Especially for the small tribe, the Qing tribe alone has already consumed a lot of money to come to this hill. Just filling all the people's stomachs every day is a considerable expense. There is no way to play so many flower jobs like those big tribes. I can only send my own wizards to step on the red charcoal on the earthen platform and dance the dangerous and exciting fire-like dance. In the current year of famine and war, I have done my best.

There was no time at noon, so the wizards from various tribes climbed onto the earth stage one by one, tried their best to convey their wishes to God in the way they thought they were the most pious.

There are a few more clouds, but there is still no intention of raining.

But that’s it!

As Political Commissar Luan said, the key is to participate!

No Chinese would like to believe that after these indigenous tribes have done this, God will really give face and sprinkle a little rain.

The wizard of the "Chinese Tribe" played in the afternoon. He saw the routine of the singing and dancing among the Tuhezi. Whether it was Li Bai or Li Feng, he felt very calm. No matter from which aspect, the Chinese people's preparations were definitely full of strength.

After all, from the beginning, Li Feng, who personally took charge of this event, did it completely as a variety show. As for religious nature, it was nonsense, and it was basically no different from the domestic sacrifice of ancient sages.

Because the policy is there, it is impossible to really treat it as a superstitious activity.

Although Li Feng was unwilling to admit it, Li Bai was convinced. Most of the natives came to participate in the carnival, screaming, singing and dancing, killing cattle and sheep, and after they were finished, they let go of their stomachs and eat and drink. The ultimate goal was to take the opportunity to have fun and continue to hang out if they had nothing to do.

As for whether we can pray for rain in the end, I am afraid that there are not many small people who care about these things except for the tribe leaders and other big names, as long as we can have something to eat today.

If not, the hidden beastly nature will completely explode. By burning, killing, looting, and using any means to obtain wealth and food, no matter where you care about others' life or death, it is completely the most cruel and ruthless jungle law.

At around 3 o'clock in the afternoon, the Takira tribe wizard, who had finished praying for rain, walked down the earth platform and waved to the surroundings. His performance was even more religious.

I guess when he came on stage, he probably came to show off.

It seems that the wizard has successfully received the cheers he wants, which is really amazing.

Even Chinese people were applauding warmly for the "performance" presented by the wizard.

The leader of the Tachila tribe said sincerely: "Chinese people, please bring rain to us by your wizards!"

Foreign monks can recite scriptures, and people with this kind of thought may be everywhere.

One wizard after another came on stage, but the rain didn't drop.

Now many people put their hopes on Chinese wizards. Even if they know them well, they are inevitably responsible for the mentality of gamblers.

But if they do not organize rain prayer rituals, all kinds of strange words will appear in the tribe, which will shake the power and prestige in the hands of the leaders. Even those unstable elements will deliberately provoke trouble with one kind or another excuse, so this is not a good sign.

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

Li Feng handed the message with a tactical throat shock headset.

"It's ready!"

Li Bai's voice came over.

When the wizard of the Tachila tribe appeared, he left the shed where the tribe leaders were and returned to the camp to start preparations.

The curtain of the tent door in the camp was lifted up, and Li Bai, who was "fully armed", walked out first. Of course, he was not only one person, but had a very complete team.

The wizard staff in his hand is no longer a random branch. The carefully polished staff is two meters long, with strange exquisite patterns carved on the surface. The crystals and other hanging decorations embedded on it flow out in the sun.

The robe using silk and high-end fabrics looked mysterious. While walking, the clothes rings swayed and the rings jingled.

There is also a crown that looks like a crown, with the inlaid crystal shining brightly, and a mysterious aura arises naturally.

The outfit from top to bottom immediately dwarfed the wizards of the indigenous tribes before, leaving only the word "indigenous", which is really famous for the indigenous.

Li Bai is not short of money, and the Chinese peacekeeping troops are not short of people, and the two sides hit it off.

There were too many young men and women with good skills, so they went straight to work together. Although Li Feng’s idea was a bit outrageous, one thing was right. There was a lot of people and great power.

Some are full-time responsible for design, while others are full-time responsible for production. They have a complete range of tools and materials. The better they are, they will naturally do as good as they are. Finally, Li Bai's current super-god equipment.

Behind him, there were four dancers. Although it was a simple version, it was still exquisite and luxurious.

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

For a moment, the surprises came one after another, and the appearance of the Chinese was too visually impactful.

“music,go!”

Li Bai also brought his headset and nodded to the sound effects artist Xiao Chen.

The opening music immediately rang, of course not the athlete's march, but the symphony of "Overview of the Dead".

"Oh, this configuration is better!"

Luan Zhengwei had never heard of it, but just listened to it with a little unique momentum.

Li Feng frowned involuntarily. The opening music was a bit different from what he originally chose. It shouldn't be "Flying Valkyrie". He was passionate, united and strived for progress... Why did he become a ghost!

Is this really good?

The road to Tutai was blocked tightly by the dirt and black people who were excited by the collective.

Li Bai frowned slightly, turned the staff in his hand, muttered something, and pointed the head of the staff forward.

"spread!"

An invisible powerful force surged forward, like slashing waves, and separated the crowds in front of them.

Amid the repeated screams, the indigenous black people couldn't help but retreat, quickly giving up a two-meter-wide passage, reaching the ground platform for praying for rain.
Chapter completed!