Chapter 111 Coming from afar
The wind stopped, the snow stopped, and the whole world was covered in silver. At a glance, the sky and the earth were all white.
The short and stout chief of the Dragon Tribe sat on a stone and looked back.
"Are the people from the Wolf Tribe still chasing us?" he asked hoarsely.
"Yes, they are still. In my opinion, I should chase them and tear them all to pieces."
The scarred warrior sat not far from him, tearing a deer leg apart.
The short and stout chief looked at him unhappily. Along the way, he became more and more dissatisfied with this guy.
Sometimes he would wonder, was it because he got the magic weapon so suddenly that he changed his character, or was this guy not originally from the Dragon Tribe? How come his temperament and character are so different from those of the Dragon Tribe?
The armless warrior beside him had also thought about this question, but the conclusion he reached was completely different from his.
"Perhaps there has been too much change between the upper and lower levels of the tribe. Perhaps to outsiders, these are two completely different tribes."
After losing his powerful fighting power, the armless warrior pondered even more deeply.
The Dragon Tribe today is very different from the original Dragon Tribe, but the lower levels of the tribe have not yet accepted this change, or rather, this change has not penetrated into the lower world.
This has led to the lower level warriors of the Dragon Tribe being mostly brainless reckless men, while the upper levels are mostly able to think carefully about problems.
If a warrior slowly climbs from the lower level to the upper level, he may still be able to feel this change and his behavior will change, but this scarred warrior is obviously not one of them.
"Maybe the choice of the Tiger Spirit Blade... was wrong?"
The armless warrior showed such thoughts, but he didn't dare to tell such thoughts to anyone.
The Dragon Tribe has many spiritual weapons, and each spiritual weapon represents a huge group of warriors.
Saying that the spiritual weapon is wrong is like saying that the totem of a tribe is wrong. The first ones who will not let him go are the believers of the spiritual weapon.
"You have experience in hunting wolf tribes. What do you think of those guys chasing behind?" The short and strong leader asked the armless warrior.
"If they don't make mistakes, we have almost no way. Last time..."
"Don't talk about the last time. You had a chance to kill them last time. In my opinion, you did it on purpose." The scar warrior interrupted the armless warrior and complained dissatisfiedly.
"You..." The half-armed warrior looked at the scarred warrior angrily, but he just looked at him with disdain.
"Go and see how the warriors are doing. Let them eat more, so they don't get exhausted. Go quickly."
The short and strong leader found a reason to send the scarred warrior away, and then looked at the half-armed warrior again.
"Although he and I have a command relationship, there are many things I can't do, you know."
The half-armed warrior nodded helplessly. He understood the situation clearly.
"Is there really no way to take the people behind?" He asked again.
"Last time, I found the trace of the Wolf Totem and severely injured it, which gave me the opportunity to surround and kill it. If it weren't for the severely injured Wolf Totem that distracted them, I wouldn't have been able to catch up with them."
The armless warrior said helplessly.
The short and strong leader nodded, then looked up and said, "This is my first time here. Why do I feel that the cold here is so long?"
He said long, not cold, which made the armless warrior frown.
"Normally, it shouldn't be so cold at this time. This year, the cold period is indeed a bit long."
"I don't know whether it's good or bad." The short and strong leader said.
"It's definitely a good thing. The longer the cold period, the more the Miao tribe's means will weaken. The pressure there will be less, so we can have more time to deal with the Fire Tribe." The armless warrior said.
"You seem to have always been pessimistic about this attack. Why?" the short and strong leader asked.
The armless warrior shook his head. He couldn't say for sure. It was just that after the battle with the Fire Tribe, he always felt that this was a different tribe. He couldn't tell exactly where the difference was. He also wondered
if it was because the Fire Tribe's totem stone was carried by a turtle, or because of the boy's fearless eyes, or because of the enemy's cunning, but after thinking carefully, none of them were true.
"It's my intuition. My intuition tells me that the enemy is very powerful and we have to be careful." The armless warrior said.
The short and strong leader nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
He had fought for many years and had his own war intuition. He agreed with the intuition of the half-armed warrior.
It was an inexplicable feeling, but in many cases, intuition could save lives.
"We should be arriving at the Fire Tribe soon. Pay more attention to the warriors. They are a little...too proud." said the short and strong leader. The
half-armed warrior smiled bitterly and nodded. Judging from the fact that he had become a laughing stock, these warriors were not too arrogant, but were already arrogant.
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The people of the Sand Tribe came, traveling a long distance from the desert, experiencing cold and hunger.
From the Sand Tribe to the Fire Tribe, in such a cold season, it was extremely difficult even for the Totem Warriors.
When the Sixth Chieftain received the news, he was shocked for a long time before reacting. The first thing he did was to invite the three thousand totem warriors of the Sand Tribe to the totem fire.
He gave them the best seats, hot food, warm furs, and the company of the powerful warriors of the Fire Tribe, and listened to their stories of hardships on the road.
"Thank you, Fire Tribe Chieftain, you have lived up to the friendship between the two tribes."
In front of the totem fire, the Sand Tribe chieftain, who led the team, drank the boiling meat soup and said to the Sixth Chieftain.
“Please allow the Fire Tribe to keep the friendship of the Sand Tribe in their hearts. When the Sand Tribe needs us, we will look to the Fire Tribe to help us. We will root our gratitude in our blood and never forget it.”
The sixth-generation chief made a solemn promise and personally served hot soup to the leader of the Sand Tribe.
Diwu Xuan was looking down from a high place, nodding his head in satisfaction at the performance of the Sixth Generation Chief.
"You are already a mature chief... but you are not."
The next sentence of Diwu Xuan was addressed to the Sixth Generation Shaman standing next to him.
If this guy greeted the people of the Sand Tribe in person, it would definitely make the friendship stronger, but this idiot was still studying the mountain totem that looked like a stick.
"Spirit Master, do you think I still have hope of being promoted to a spirit totem?"
The Mountain Totem's heavy and naive voice came, and Diwu Xuan asked the little bastard to stay away from them in a bad mood. He didn't like either the Sixth Generation Shaman or the Mountain Totem.
The former is stupid, and the latter is foolish.
In front of the totem fire, the Sixth Generation Chief asked them why they crossed the desert in winter to support them, and how they knew that the Fire Tribe needed support.
"Our totem said that it was your newly promoted wolf totem who told him all this." The leader of the Sand Tribe replied.
This sentence immediately attracted the attention of the Fifth Xuan. The witch of the tribe in the desert could communicate with the totem.
The Sixth Chief looked up at his own totem and saw the little turtle looking down at him. He hurriedly stood up and saluted.
"What a polite child."
The Fifth Xuan said in the totem, and glanced at the Sixth Shaman with disdain. The Fifth Xuan asked the little turtle to take two more steps forward and stay away from this idiot.