Chapter 945: A finger of the gods, and disaster is at hand!

"Wizard, can you divine the whereabouts of these Central Plains people?"

The Central Plains people were rampaging through his tribe, yet they had long delayed in resolving the situation. Touman could no longer sit still; he was furious. Since it was impossible to find the whereabouts of these Central Plains people under normal circumstances, he would use abnormal means.

He would consult the gods.

The Xiongnu tribe also had their own religious beliefs. They practiced Shamanism, and every May, they would gather at Longcheng to offer sacrifices to Heaven, Earth, ancestors, and ghosts and spirits. They had designated days for collective sacrifices each year, with the three main gatherings occurring in the first month, the fifth month, and autumn. The gathering in the first month was a small one, attended by the various Xiongnu chieftains. The grand assembly in the fifth month was the most religiously significant, with a large number of participants, primarily to sacrifice to their ancestors, Heaven, Earth, and the spirits. The autumn gathering was a thanksgiving assembly for the autumn harvest.

Beyond this, they held a firm belief in ghosts and spirits. They not only believed that deceased ancestors would become spirits and continue to protect them, but they also believed in witchcraft. Before crossing the Yinshan Mountains to invade the Central Plains earlier, Touman had asked a wizard to perform a divination. It was because he had received the wizard's divination that he had felt at ease invading the Central Plains. As it turned out, the wizard's divination was not accurate.

Well, one could not say it was entirely inaccurate.

According to the wizard, a mysterious force had interfered with him, causing the predetermined heavenly secrets to change.

Clearly, the people of the Central Plains also had gods protecting them.

It was also because of this reason that at the beginning of the war, the Xiongnu had gained the advantage, only for it to suddenly turn into a disadvantage later, leading directly to their defeat.

In any case, the wizard was well aware of similar claims.

He had already performed the divination work earlier, and he indicated that he would not be the scapegoat for the failure of the war.

Consequently, Touman gave his response.

After asking the wizard if he could divine the whereabouts of the Central Plains people, he spoke a second sentence: "If you cannot divine their whereabouts, Wizard, since so many of our people have died, don't think you will live either."

With nearly two hundred thousand troops lost in the Central Plains and the war failing, one had to find a scapegoat; why couldn't that scapegoat be the wizard?

The wizard had an aged face, his hair and beard were a mess, and his face was covered in wrinkles. At this moment, upon hearing Touman's words, a strange look flashed through his murky eyes, and then, he still responded respectfully.

"Yes!"

Touman walked out in a rage.

The Xiongnu wizard sighed with a very ugly expression.

He actually wanted to explain, for instance, that he had done his best in the earlier war and that he had divined several times with good results, but he could not account for the sudden variables that appeared later. Unfortunately, Touman was unwilling to listen to his explanation.

Even worse, to survive, he now had to borrow the power of the gods to find the whereabouts of those Central Plains people.

A fire was lit by the Xiongnu wizard.

Wearing a ghost mask and a strange robe, he danced among the bonfires, chanting obscure and ancient words while dancing, and then threw a piece of tortoise shell into the fire. ===== CHAPTER 947 =====