Chapter 11 The Last Scream

Diwu Xuan was very bored, so he would remember every primitive man of the Fire Tribe clearly.

After the death of the big leader, there were 121 adult males, 285 adult females, 678 children, and 523 infants left in the tribe.

But with the raging of dysentery, the escapees and deaths from the disease had reduced the entire tribe by half.

In the face of disease, the first to die must be children and infants. They had the highest number of casualties, with more than 700 people dying from the disease. The

adult mortality rate was relatively low, but the escape rate was very high, with more than a hundred people choosing to escape from the Fire Tribe.

All these things happened in just one month, and the entire Fire Tribe was rapidly dying out in a month.

In such a turmoil, the tribe could not care about sacrifices. As time went by, the fiery red power in the Fifth Xuanhuo Totem was also decreasing.

For this reason, he had to reduce the output of the Totem Fire and reduce the protection of the Fire Tribe.

The entire Fire Tribe fell into a vicious cycle and kept disappearing.

"Go back, this is the embrace of the totem."

Looking at another dead tribesman entering the Totem Fire, the Fifth Xuan whispered silently.

This was the first tribesman who followed the small witch and the big chief to come here through hardships. He witnessed the establishment, development and extinction of the tribe.

Now, the only one who entered the tribe with his generation is the mother of the third generation witch.

"Woo, woo, woo..."

The mother of the third-generation witch stood in front of the totem fire, mourning for the dead on behalf of the third-generation witch.

She was saying: Go, go to the arms of the totem, we will eventually return home in glory.

Return home in glory? If the small witch and the big chief saw the current Fire Tribe, I don't know how sad they would be.

The fifth Xuan, who witnessed all this, was already disheartened.

He could only watch the Fire Tribe go to extinction step by step, and could do nothing. The third-generation witch had given up communicating with him and was in a state of depression.

Although the second-generation chief was frowning, he was still in spirit, but he stubbornly insisted on his own way and kept expanding the scope of the spread of the plague.

Days like this were tormenting, not only for Diwu Xuan, but also for the mother of the third-generation witch.

Days passed by, and Diwu Xuan kept observing the state of the entire tribe. More and more people died, and the entire tribe showed no signs of revival.

"Wait, that person... should have dysentery, but why is there no blood in his feces?"

Diwu Xuan suddenly noticed the change in a tribe member, and he began to observe with full concentration.

After a day of following his gaze, Diwu Xuan finally found the problem.

In order to avoid the fate of eating rotten food, this person secretly dug up grass roots from the ground to eat. His recovery was due to his refusal to eat rotten food, but it must also be due to these grass roots.

"In other words, one of these grass roots can cure dysentery?"

Diwu Xuan seemed to have discovered a new continent and suddenly saw hope for the entire Fire Tribe.

"Huh~~"

The totem fire suddenly rose high. This was the first time the totem fire changed after the plague had spread widely.

The third-generation witch looked up blankly, staring at the totem fire in a daze.

She no longer misinterpreted the signs, but she really didn't understand the meaning of the totem fire.

The fifth Xuan was so angry that he wanted the third-generation witch to come to him and draw on his body.

Look at the little witch, he can figure out the name of the tribe with a few strokes, and look at the second-generation witch, he can use the magic strike with another few strokes.

"You are a witch, you are the will of the tribe, you must be strong."

The fifth Xuan roared in the fire totem, but no one could hear his voice.

"Woo woo..."

Suddenly someone jumped out. It was the mother of the third-generation witch. She came to the side of the fifth Xuan, smashed the fire totem with the rotten berries in her hand, and kicked the stone on the fifth Xuan.

"Yes, that's right, but you are not a witch, can you?"

The Fifth Xuan was very nervous. He had found a way to solve the problem. If he was given the opportunity, he would give enlightenment.

"Let the third-generation witch come, let her come, silly woman, let her come."

The Fifth Xuan roared. He looked at the mother of the third-generation witch kicking stones with her bleeding feet and throwing rotten berries at him. Her sobbing voice was a little sad.

This was the last voice of the first generation of Fire Tribe people. She was a real Fire Tribe person who tried to let the tribe continue with her life.

"Wuwu... Wuwuwu..."

Finally, the mother of the third-generation witch began to try to summon other Fire Tribe people to perform the ceremony with her. More and more people joined in, but the third-generation witch was still stupid and didn't know what was going on.

The second generation leader did not stop all this, but he did not follow either. Those who followed the third generation witch mother were mostly the old and weak.

"Try hard, try hard."

Without the participation of the third generation witch, Wu Xuan did not know whether he could succeed, but he had to try hard, so he mobilized all the fiery red power and kept increasing the power of the totem fire.

"Connect, let's connect."

Wu Xuan roared, and the faces of the first generation of fire tribesmen kept flashing in his mind: the short witch, the big chief, the second generation witch, the mother of the third generation witch...

They had traveled a long distance together, walked from the other side of the mountain, set up totems on the top of the mountain, and created the fire tribe.

They were the ancestors and the founders of the fire tribe. They had been enemies with beasts and fought against nature. Their unyielding will infected Wu Xuan and also infected generations of tribesmen.

We will eventually die, and even be forgotten, but as long as our will is immortal and our spirit is not dead, we will live, no matter how difficult it is.

Live to keep the tribe going, pass on the fire of life.

The mother of the third generation witch had bloody feet, but she did not stop. She twisted her body madly, danced a deformed sacrificial dance, kicked the stones hard, and let the sharp stones scratch her broken soles.

"Woo, woo, woo, woo..."

She was calling for life, she was calling for totems, she was trying her best to summon their patron saint - totems.

"Come, come, let me come, let me come."

The fifth Xuan was also roaring. Even if he exhausted all his fiery red power, he would break through the furnace and guide the direction for the tribe.

"Boom~~~"

The fiery red crystals in the body exploded, and the fiery red power spread over the body of the Fifth Xuan, and the entire cylindrical totem was burning.

"Wuwuwu..."

The people of the Fire Tribe shouted like crazy, and the mother of the third-generation witch knelt devoutly in front of the Fifth Xuan.

Her buttocks were raised high, her forehead was pressed tightly against the ground, and she was praying, praying for the totem to favor the Fire Tribe.

"Descend."

The Fifth Xuan shouted in his heart, controlling the hot fiery red power in his body, and madly rushed towards the mother of the third-generation witch in front of him.

He was using all his strength to try to break through the confinement of heaven and earth and descend on the mother of the third-generation witch.