Chapter 103 The Price of Betrayal
"Crackle... Crackle..."
The sticks burning in the bonfire made crackling sounds from time to time. The witches and chiefs of the tribe sat together, quietly looking at the witch of the Fire Tribe.
The sixth-generation witch was adding firewood to the bonfire. His body was hunched, like an ordinary tribal elder. The staff in his hand was like a stick for poking fire, and he would occasionally put it into the fire to stir the wood.
"Listen to him, listen to him."
He would speak from time to time, pointing to the sixth-generation chief sitting at the top.
Ever since he led the tribal warriors out for a battle, he had never managed the affairs of the Fire Tribe again. He pushed all matters to the sixth-generation chief.
He now lives a simple life, like any other old man in the tribe, living a casual life. The only difference is that he stays by the totem stone every morning and evening, quietly watching the Fifth Xuan.
"I called everyone here on the day of my wedding because there is something I want you to witness."
The sixth-generation leader spoke, his eyes swept over the witches and leaders, and everyone looked at him curiously.
"Mountain Tribe, I want to ask, how does the Fire Tribe treat you?"
He looked at an old man across the campfire, who was the witch of the Mountain Tribe.
The witch of the Mountain Tribe was shocked when he heard the words of the sixth-generation leader. People were slightly surprised, and many people looked at the leader of the Mountain Tribe again. It was a new face.
"Very good."
The witch of the Mountain Tribe replied with a calm face.
The sixth-generation leader nodded, scanned everyone, and spoke again.
"When the Mountain Tribe first drifted here, the totem fire was almost extinguished, and the totem stone was broken into pieces. It was the greatest fourth-generation witch of the Fire Tribe who helped them settle down here."
"That's true. Our tribe has received a lot of help from the fourth-generation witch."
"It's the same for our tribe. Thank you, great fourth-generation witch."
"Thank you, fourth-generation witch."
The witches and leaders spoke one after another, their words sincere.
The sixth-generation witch paused for a moment, and his eyes, illuminated by the campfire, flashed a trace of sadness, and continued to add firewood to the campfire.
The sixth-generation leader waved his hand, asking everyone to stop talking and look at the Mountain Tribe witch.
"But how do you repay the Fire Tribe?"
Facing the sixth-generation leader's gaze, the Mountain Tribe witch stood up tremblingly, and bowed before daring to speak.
"We have always respected and admired the Fire Tribe, and followed the orders of the Fire Tribe."
"But someone said that your leader was in the ranks of the Dragon Tribe warriors, and told me that this is not true."
The sixth-generation leader's eyes flashed with a sharp light, staring at the Mountain Tribe witch and said.
"Ah... No, it's impossible. Our last generation leader died of illness not long ago. This... This must be a malicious frame-up. Yes, a malicious frame-up."
The Mountain Tribe witch said angrily, and the firelight reflected his face, which was red.
The north wind blew, making the campfire whistle. Everyone was silent, realizing the seriousness of the problem.
The other tribal witches around the Mountain Tribe witch deliberately stepped back to indicate that they had kept a distance from him.
The Mountain Tribe leader beside him clenched his fists nervously, and then released them again, repeatedly.
The sixth generation witch looked up and glanced at the Mountain Tribe witch, his eyes full of disappointment.
This was the witch who had been the most supportive of his merging the tribes, but...
"If the lie is exposed, the Mountain Tribe will face a catastrophe of destruction. If you are more honest, considering the relationship between the two tribes, there may be a chance of reconciliation. Do you... still think that other tribes framed the Mountain Tribe?"
Big beads of sweat fell from the forehead of the Mountain Tribe witch. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. This happened several times, and finally he sat on the ground and fell down.
"It's my fault. I was possessed by the devil and asked the chief to inform the people of the Dragon Tribe..."
"Wow..."
There was a commotion around the campfire, and everyone looked at the Mountain Tribe witch in surprise, not understanding why he did this.
"Why?"
The sixth generation witch asked everyone's question. He thought he was good to the Mountain Tribe, so why did these people betray the Fire Tribe?
"Because... because you want to annex the Mountain Tribe, because I don't want the Mountain Tribe to disappear in my hands."
The Mountain Tribe witch said his inner thoughts bitterly.
The sixth generation witch was slightly surprised, then frowned, stood up and walked away. When he passed by the sixth generation leader, he suddenly stopped.
"Since you are right, then these things are up to you to decide. I will listen to you. I will listen to you."
The figure of the sixth generation witch was getting farther and farther away. On his way to the altar, he looked lonely and desolate.
"Everything was conspired by me and the last generation leader. Only me and the last generation leader know this. He lied about his death and communicated with me. Spare the mountain tribe, and I am willing to sacrifice my life..."
The mountain tribe witch frantically revealed everything, wanting to put the blame on himself alone.
The sixth generation leader glanced at the leader of the mountain tribe next to the mountain tribe witch. His face was pale and he really looked like he knew nothing.
"Howl~~~"
From afar came the sound of a wolf howling, with cruelty and anger in the voice. In the darkness came the sound of running. Not long after, the next witch of the wolf tribe, the wife of the sixth generation leader, ran to the campfire on a huge white wolf.
There was blood on her face and the smell of blood on her body. There was blood on the teeth of her mount, and there were several human heads hanging on her waist.
"Ah..."
The mountain tribe witch screamed and looked at the protagonist who disappeared after the wedding in disbelief, or more precisely, at the head at her waist.
"No."
The leader of the Mountain Tribe roared, pulled out a stone knife from behind, and rushed towards the next witch of the Wolf Tribe.
The sixth-generation leader suddenly stood up and jumped over the campfire. The turtle shell behind him slid along his body to the front of his right fist.
"Bang..."
The turtle shell carrying the sixth-generation leader's full strength suddenly smashed towards the leader of the Mountain Tribe. He hurriedly raised the stone knife to block it, but an ordinary stone knife is not as strong as a shield.
"Pah."
The stone knife broke, and the turtle shell smashed hard on the forehead of the leader of the Mountain Tribe, making him see stars and fall to the ground.
"What are you going to do?"
The witch of the Mountain Tribe asked in horror.
"Kill the last two people of the Mountain Tribe. This is the price of betraying the Fire Tribe."
"Hiss..."
Everyone around the campfire took a breath and looked at the sixth-generation leader in disbelief.
"Bang."
The turtle shell hit the neck of the mountain tribe leader, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood. His eyes were instantly filled with bloodshot, and he was obviously dying.
"You are so cruel, aren't you afraid that everyone will unite to resist the Fire Tribe?" The mountain tribe witch roared.
The sixth-generation leader shook the blood off his shield, turned his head and looked at the mountain tribe witch with questioning eyes.
"Then please tell me, how should I deal with the traitor?"
He said, scanning the witches and leaders around the campfire with questioning eyes.
There was no speech, only the panting of the mountain tribe witch mixed in the wind.
The girl riding on the white giant wolf suddenly clamped her legs together, and the white wolf ran over and bit the mountain tribe witch on the neck.
The girl on the wolf said: "Why are you talking so much nonsense."