Dian's roar instantly silenced the previously noisy cave, and everyone turned their attention to Dian and Jiewu.
Feeling awkward sitting on his horse, Li Qing jumped off and stared blankly at the two arguing men. This was the first time in Li Qing's memory that they had such a big argument.
The shaman trembled, his head bowed, and said, "This is an ominous sign, a terrible omen! You saw it yourself, Chief!"
Dian's voice lowered considerably, knowing that everyone in the tribe was watching him. He tried to make his tone sound calm: "So what? Three days from now is our only chance to wipe out the Black Wind Tribe. I will never leave with them. We have already won a great victory over the Black Wind Tribe once. This time, we will not back down. Three days from now is the best opportunity."
The witch sighed bitterly, "But as you can see, even he failed to predict the final outcome of this prophecy."
He seemed to have lost all his strength and was no longer as agitated as when he was angry.
Dian made a less amusing joke: "Then why do you think the worst? What if he meant that the light wasn't actually a big deal?"
"Chief!"
Enraged by Dian's words, the witch shouted angrily.
"If you don't think about yourself, you should at least think about the brothers in the tribe. Our tribe is now down to its last few people. Do you want the Red Flower Tribe, which our ancestors worked so hard to build, to be lost like this?!"
Dian was provoked by those words, and for the first time, a hint of anger appeared in his voice: "Don't bring up those things!"
Apart from Li Qing and Suo, no one else in the tribe could understand what Dian and Jie Wu were arguing about, so they could only watch the two of them without daring to breathe.
The shaman sighed heavily. He didn't want to meet Dian's gaze. He took a few steps forward, and facing the people who were staring at him blankly, he waved his hand and said, "Everyone in the tribe, I have something to tell you."
Seeing Jiewu do this, Dian did not step forward to stop him. He simply crossed his arms, snorted coldly, and quietly watched Jiewu's back.
"What happened? What's going on?"
"Something's not right... Right, when the shaman and the chieftain came back, their expressions weren't good. What happened?"
"Shh! The shaman is in a very bad mood and doesn't want to be interrupted right now."
The shaman pressed his hands down, and when the noise of discussion subsided considerably, he slowly spoke: "Today, the chief and I went to my old friend's place to make a prophecy about the light we saw this afternoon, but the prophecy did not turn out well."
Bright light?
Everyone was completely bewildered when they heard this. During the day, they had been focused on training and no one had paid attention to the sky.
One of the bolder ones whispered, "Can I ask you a question?"
"Ask away."
The witch nodded.
The man scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "Is it related to our battle with the Black Wind Tribe in three days?"
Seemingly realizing that his question was inappropriate, the man added, "What I mean is, we've been working so hard all day for the battle in three days, and we've only just been able to rest. Could it be that after all this effort, we still can't defeat the Black Wind Tribe?"
The shaman shook his head with a wry smile, his face full of helplessness and sorrow. He couldn't bear to dampen the warrior's enthusiasm: "It has nothing to do with that matter."
"Very good."
The person asking the question beamed with joy.
But the shaman quickly added, "However, we must leave the Red Flower Tribe within three days and go to a safer place that is more suitable for us to live in."
"What?"
"Why are you leaving all of a sudden? Why is that?"
"I must have misheard. We're about to go to war with the Black Wind Tribe. Why are we leaving at this crucial moment? If we're going to leave, we should leave after we've defeated the Black Wind Tribe."
"But we can't leave after we defeat the Black Wind Tribe. I've lived in this tribe for so long, and I've grown attached to it. How can I just leave like that!"
The shaman cleared his throat, sounding somewhat tired: "Quiet."
At this moment, the shaman's face was full of haggardness, and he had no energy left. He sighed and said, "My old friend's prophecy will not be wrong. He told us that one day, there will be a disaster here. This disaster will be terrible. Even the disappearance of all the wild beasts here may be caused by this disaster."
"He also said that once the disaster strikes, it might rain, snow, and even flames from the sky at the same time... accompanied by tornadoes. A terrifying force will also descend from the sky, a force that will destroy our tribe and our homes in an instant. Even level ten warriors or level ten totem warriors will be powerless in the face of such a disaster, and can only be silently destroyed by it." The shaman covered his head with his hands, unwilling to continue. "Did you see the rain outside? This is the will of God, a harbinger of our tribe's destruction!"
"...After this torrential rain, disaster is very likely to strike soon," Jiewu glanced at Dian and roared almost hysterically, "The chief and I have lived together for a long time. I can understand his feelings, and I can understand your feelings. I have seen how hard you have been training to fight against the Black Wind Tribe. But this is the will of God. We were all created by God and we can never disobey God's will. We can only obey!"
This is typical superstition. In ancient times, there was a saying that if a family's house shone brightly after a child was born, people would say that the child had the potential to become an emperor. Or, if a girl was born with a birthmark, not only the midwife but also outsiders and even the girl's family would regard her as an omen of bad luck. They would either summon a group of village girls to perform shamanistic rituals or hire a man to act as a "cleaner" to remove the bad luck from the girl. The first and second methods were even slightly more merciful. In some cases, they would even throw the crying, nursing baby into the ground and bury her alive...
Many generals would check the weather before going out. Clear skies were not only convenient for fighting, but also a source of psychological comfort for the generals. If it rained heavily or there was a thick fog, the generals would certainly not go into battle. In their view, it was because God did not want them to engage in bloodshed.
The same was true of the shaman. His words had a profound impact on the people of the tribe. Some women huddled together, trembling. A few warriors looked at their companions, seemingly wanting to continue fighting, but seeing that no one dared to stand up and refute the shaman's authority, none of them dared to be the first to step forward. The few elderly people in the tribe reacted even more dramatically. The older they were, the more excited they became, even jumping around wildly and shouting in a "rustic language" that Li Qing couldn't understand. Clearly, the shaman's words had a very deep impact on them.
It's God's will...
I have to do something!
Even if this torrential rain is an ominous sign, we must wipe out the Black Wind Tribe before disaster strikes!
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