Chapter 523: King of Tatarot

When Someigaowa heard him ask this, he suddenly thought of something and quickly said, "Little Prince, is my hand heavier, which makes you uncomfortable?"

To be honest, Someigaowa is always timid when touching his skin, not heavy, but lighter, but Zhang Haotian didn't want to say it, just smiled and said, "No, it's not bad, I feel very comfortable, Someigaowa, thank you."

In the Tatarot tribe, Somegava naturally could not hear the word "Xie" from any nobleman. Now she said it from the handsome prince who was about to ascend the throne. She was stunned at first, and then suddenly knelt down and said, "Prince, Somegava is your maid. This is what I should do. Don't say that, I can't bear it."

Zhang Haotian looked at Someigaowa with a terrified look and understood more deeply that the traditional system of hierarchy had been deeply rooted in the brains of the four royal people. He didn't know how many generations it would last, so he said "hmm" and said he knew, and waved his hand to let her get up.

After Someigowa got up, he walked to him and applied soap to him. However, when he saw his solid chest touching the skin between his chest, he became panicked and shy. Unconsciously, the soap slid down his chest and lower abdomen, just between his legs.

When Someigaowa saw the soap falling, she screamed softly, and without thinking, she reached out to the water to pick it up. Then, the soap had already slid from Zhang Haotian's legs to the bottom of the barrel. Someigaowa grabbed Zhang Haotian without any deviation, and then grabbed Zhang Haotian's huge place. This made Zhang Haotian scream "Ouch".

Someigaowa grabbed a fleshy thing and realized that something was wrong. She seemed to suddenly touch a poisonous snake, and screamed again "ah". Seeing Zhang Haotian's face was wrong, she hurriedly knelt down, kowtowed repeatedly, and kept saying, "I deserve to die, I deserve to die..."

Zhang Haotian was really hurt by her furious grabbing. Seeing that Someigaowa had caused a big disaster and was waiting for death, she felt angry and funny, so she deliberately said loudly: "Okay, you kneel down first, don't look up, I will deal with you later."

Someigaowa listened to his stern tone and did not dare to say anything. As expected, he did not look up and did not dare to speak again.

Zhang Haotian shook his head, took out the soap from the bucket, washed it himself, stood up, and saw that there were two small buckets outside the bathtub, so he scooped a scoop of water, finally rinsed it clean, and then stepped out and said, "Somegaowa, get up, get me clothes quickly."

Someigaowa quickly agreed, got up and walked to the table, took out her underwear first, and tried to prevent herself from looking at Zhang Haotian's lower body. After serving him to put it on, she brought in a set of colorful robe embroidered with gold thread patterns and a pair of boots with emeralds on her toes.

When Zhang Haotian tied a belt with a white jade ring inlaid in the middle and looked at the mirror brought by Someigaowa, a handsome and noble Mongolian man appeared in the mirror. He nodded with satisfaction and said, "This dress looks very good and fits well. The boots are just right. Did Gaardi and the others bring them back?"

Someigova immediately shook her head and said, "No, after you came back, the Great Shaman asked the five most clothes-making people in the tribe to see your size and the five most boot-making people to drive out day and night."

Zhang Haotian nodded and saw that it was not yet dawn, and said, "When will the ceremony begin?"

Seeing Zhang Haotian's face softened, Someigaowa's mood gradually became less panicked than before, and said, "When the sun just rose, there might be no sun. Little Prince, you should rest for a while. The great shaman is preparing outside. If it's time, he will send someone to invite you."

Zhang Haotian nodded and sat on the table. He would not waste any time, so he buried his head in writing Mongolian again. Someigaowa stood beside him with his hands hanging down. Looking at his handsome face and calm attitude, he was also a little dazed for a moment. Thinking of what happened just now, his face was dyed with red glow, and he wished that the crack would suddenly open on the ground and she could drill down.

Another hour later, he heard the sound of "Wuwu" elongated horns outside the tent. After a while, Gaardi walked in with a dozen men wearing Mongolian aristocratic costumes, bowed to him, and said, "Little Prince, the auspicious time for the ceremony to ascend the throne has arrived. Please come with me."

Zhang Haotian said "um", stood up, tidied up his clothes, and followed Gald and others out.

When I left the tent, I saw that the sky was already dim, but it was gloomy, so it was impossible for the sun to appear. After walking about two hundred meters, I saw an altar in the east facing the sun. Under the altar, the Tatarot tribe, both young and old, came out, but the one or two hundred people standing in front were dressed brightly, and they were obviously nobles in the tribe.

Wu Enqi was wearing a colorful wizard suit, a pointed witch hat on his head, a small drum in his left hand and a small hammer in his right hand. When he saw Zhang Haotian appear, he made a sharp shout out of his mouth.

With his shout, in an instant, four small and five long wooden poles stood around the altar. The largest wooden pole was hanging on the front of the altar, which was a human-shaped wooden statue, which should symbolize the ancestors of the Tatarot tribe. On the east and west sides, wooden models of sun, moon, geese, and cuckoo were hung respectively. Below these wooden poles, animals such as reindeer or croaker were hung, throat, tongue, heart, lungs, kidneys, limbs and tails were also hung, and the beast heads were facing the ancestor god.

At this time, Wu Enqi walked onto the altar, and a larger human-shaped wooden statue stood on it. After three horns, Wu Enqi was like being hit by a demon, jumping constantly, and started to beat the drum with the wooden hammer in his hand, and chanting in his mouth, with an extremely deep tone.

After about twenty minutes of jumping, Uenqi suddenly imitated the whistle of a take-off eagle, but stopped for a while and knelt down toward the ancestor god, muttering something while muttering. At this time, a man in a red robe walked up with a wooden plate with a golden cup, and Uenqi turned around and opened his arms toward Zhang Haotian's direction and knelt down.

Galdi was right next to Zhang Haotian and quickly bowed to him and said, "Little Prince, the Great Shaman is asking you to go up."

Zhang Haotian agreed, walked towards the altar, and soon went up.

Seeing Zhang Haotian coming to the stage, Wu Enqi stood up, bowed to him, and then jumped up to his mind. After a few minutes, he stopped again and walked to the man in the red robe, and then reached the golden cup and took it out. His hands were covered with blood. He took two steps forward, applied the blood to the wooden mouth, then turned around and picked up the golden cup, held it in front of Zhang Haotian, and whispered: "Little Prince, this cup is fresh sheep blood. The ancestors of the Tatarot tribe have already drunk it. After you drink it, you can merge with them. The ancestors will give you infinite strength and all the blessings."

On the way to the forbidden area of ​​Shengling, Zhang Haotian heard Zhou Xueman say that shamanism is one of the most primitive religions in China. It is not owned by the Mongolian tribe, but is popular among the various ethnic groups in northern my country for a long time. It was earlier than Buddhism and Taoism, and has a different worldview. It has a primitive bloody worship. Drinking blood is undoubtedly a very important part of it. He did not hesitate at the moment, and took the golden cup from Wu Enqi and drank the sheep blood in one gulp, and felt that the fishy smell was very strong.

Seeing Zhang Haotian drinking all his blood and having a sense of enlightenment with his ancestors, all the Tatarot tribes in the audience cheered excitedly, and for a moment, the sound of the sound surged in the valley.

When the man in red robe was holding an empty cup, Wu Enqi jumped up again. After about ten minutes, he suddenly stopped, bowed to the statue of the god, and then called out. At this time, another man in red robe also came up with a wooden table, and a golden light shining on the wooden table suddenly appeared, densely inlaid with red, green and blue gems.

Uenqi said to Zhang Haotian: "Little Prince, you are kneeling down at the statue of your ancestors. This crown is passed down from generation to generation by the Tatarot tribe, and it is also the only precious thing brought out by Prince Hadan Zhaorige from Badatota City. After you put it on, you will be officially the 24th Tatarot King. All the shame and honors of the Tatarot tribe will be borne by you."

Looking at the crown of the golden gems shining brightly, Zhang Haotian seemed to have been summoned by some kind of call. The blood in his body suddenly boiled, and his legs bent, and he knelt down in front of the statue of the god.

When Wuenqi put the crown on his head, Zhang Haotian felt very heavy, and his heart was also heavy, but soon a sense of fearlessness and courage to overcome any difficulties quickly dispersed everything, so he stood up and slowly raised his hand against more than 2,000 Tatarot tribes in the audience.

Seeing Zhang Haotian wearing the crown of King Tatarot, almost at the same time, including Uenqi, all the Tatarot tribes covered their chests and lowered their heads, touched the ground with their foreheads, and knelt down. With a pious and respectful attitude, they felt as if they had seen a god descending to earth.

Looking around the kneeling tribe members silently, Zhang Haotian secretly vowed to change their current bad living conditions and live better than the other three royal people. He whispered loudly: "Everyone gets up." This sentence is in Mongolian. He has practiced the situation today many times. Although his voice is not very standard, he is confident that all the tribe members should be able to understand it.

With his words, all the Tatarot tribes stood up. Zhang Haotian said the second sentence of practice: "The Tatarot tribes are the most excellent race in Mongolia. We must avenge our enemies, our lives will be good, and our descendants will no longer suffer."

This sentence is quite long, and Zhang Haotian said something vaguely, but the Tatarots people still understood it. Everyone was excited, raised their arms, and shouted over and over again.

"The Tatarot tribes are the most excellent race in Mongolia. We must avenge our enemies, our lives will be good, and our descendants will no longer suffer."

"The Tatarot tribes are the most excellent race in Mongolia. We must avenge our enemies, our lives will be good, and our descendants will no longer suffer."...

Seeing the passionate feelings of the crowd, confidence and hope began to burn again. Zhang Haotian was not good at speaking in Mongolia, so he didn't want to say more for a while, but instead ordered Wu Enqi that everyone could distribute more food today and be happy for a day.

Uenqi immediately told him that he had prepared and gave all the Tatarot tribes more than three days of beef and mutton, and took out all the remaining horse milk wine. According to the family, after getting drunk today, unless you left the desert, you would have no wine.

Listening to the great shaman's announcement of the three-day extra food and the distribution of the horse milk wine that he had not drunk for a long time, everyone cheered again, especially those men, with excitement on their faces, and people kept shouting loudly. Zhang Haotian could understand, but it was "Long live Hardan Batel".
Chapter completed!