Chapter 113: Passing on the Torch
The sky and the earth were bleak and covered in white. After three days of heavy snow, the Dragon Tribe's team finally approached the Fire Tribe.
The short and strong leader stood in the front of the team, looking at the enemy standing in the snow in the distance, and took a deep breath.
"Hit him."
The scarred warrior roared behind him, making the short and strong leader frown.
"There is no team from the Wolf Tribe."
The one-armed warrior walked up to him and said while looking at the army in the distance.
The number of enemies was equal to or even greater than their own, but the Wolf Tribe's team could not be seen.
"A group of little brats who are not even spirit totem warriors, it is normal for them to retreat cowardly in such a battle."
The scarred warrior stepped forward and spoke with disdain.
"Be careful, we are already here, let's fight first."
The short and strong leader ignored the scarred warrior and said to the broken-armed warrior.
The broken-armed warrior nodded, drew the stone knife from his waist, and returned to the team.
Across from them, Diwu Xuan stood behind the Yin-Yang totem fire that had just been ignited, looking at the enemy in the distance through the flames.
"Whip and Tiger Spirit Knife, are there only two spiritual weapons?"
He scanned carefully and did not find that the enemy had any other spiritual weapons, which made him feel relieved.
Now the Fire Tribe has two spiritual weapons, the same number as the opponent, and the warriors are even more than the opponent, and the tactical coordination has also been practiced.
Not surprisingly, this battle will not be as close as the previous one.
The Sixth Generation leader is making the final arrangements in front of the team. The team of 500 people, which has expanded to more than a thousand people, is in the middle and front, and is considered the vanguard.
The warriors of the Sun Totem Tribe and the Moon Totem Tribe are lined up on the left and right, ready to provide support at any time. At the same time, their leaders each hold a spiritual weapon, ready to fight against the enemy's spiritual weapon warriors.
The Yin and Yang Totem Warriors of the Fire Tribe are in the back. This is the largest team, ready to support the charge at any time.
The Totem Warriors of the Sand Tribe stand at the end to release the suppression formation. If the frontal battlefield fails, they will raise the wind and snow to cover the team's retreat.
The warriors of the Wolf Tribe are already hiding in the wind and snow, waiting to give the enemy a fatal blow after the battle begins.
This is the result of the discussion between the six-generation leader and everyone. Since they cannot cooperate, they might as well attack in turn, not disturb each other, and show their strengths.
The bone whistle sounded throughout the camp, and all the leaders were eager to reorganize the formation and let their teams get together.
"If we win this battle, I think the enemy will not attack again rashly."
The fifth Xuan thought, looking at the enemy in the distance.
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The people of the Fire Tribe who could not participate in the war still stayed in the tribe, quietly waiting for news from the front.
By the lake, a little girl was throwing snowballs alone. She used to be a slave, but now she is the sister of the sixth-generation leader. The joy after the change of identity disappeared after her mother died in the cold winter.
The mother of her and the six-generation chief died of old age next to the totem fire two days ago, and her body was thrown into the totem fire, which was considered a proper burial.
But the death of her mother still made the little girl sad, and her brother was busy preparing for the battle these days, so she felt more and more lonely.
So on this slightly chaotic day, she escaped from the people entrusted by the six-generation chief to take care of her, and walked alone to the lake.
She likes this place very much, because this is the starting point of the story about her brother.
Just as the little girl threw a snowball into the lake, a white-bearded old man suddenly appeared in the distance. He was leaning on a cane, wearing a wide snow bear skin, and slowly walked towards the little girl.
"Pah..."
The snowballs fell on the frozen lake, making a sound. The little girl looked at the broken snowball and bent down to pick up another one.
When she bent down, her eyes happened to sweep across the old man, so she stopped and looked at him curiously.
"Little girl, are you from this tribe?" The white-bearded old man asked kindly in the language of the Fire Tribe.
The little girl nodded, and looked at the old man in confusion with her red eyes because she had just cried.
"Why are you sad?" The white-bearded old man asked curiously.
"My mother died." The little girl said sadly.
The white-bearded old man stretched out his hand, and a dark totemic power emanated from his hand. When his palm touched the little girl's head, her mood suddenly stabilized a lot.
"Time will make you better, little girl. My tribe needs a successor. Are you willing to be the successor?" the old man with white beard asked softly.
The little girl widened her eyes and looked at the old man in confusion, a little confused.
"If there is no successor, the totem fire of the tribe will go out."
The old man with white beard showed sadness on his face. This emotion spread with a special power, as if the world was sad.
The little girl looked at the sad old man, took his hand and said, "Don't be sad, I can be... the successor."
"What a kind little girl, then come with me, the torch will be passed on, from now on, you will be the next generation of witch of the tribe."
The old man took the little girl's hand, turned around and wanted to take her away from the lake.
"Wait a minute, old man, am I leaving the Fire Tribe?" the little girl asked.
The old man nodded, reached out from his arms and took out a small snow bear skin, and put it on the little girl.
"We are leaving the Fire Tribe. You will be the witch of the tribe in the future, and no longer a member of the Fire Tribe."
The little girl thought about it and nodded. She didn't have any special feelings for the Fire Tribe, but she was reluctant to leave her brother.
"Brother, can you leave with us?" The little girl asked with her head tilted up.
The old man shook his head and looked south, which was the direction of the Fire Tribe army.
"Your brother is a great leader. The war has ignited the fire in his heart. He...can no longer be the witch of the tribe."
The old man's voice was a little sad, and his words also revealed that the sixth generation leader was his original choice.
The little girl nodded, not quite understanding, and then asked, "Can I tell my brother? I'm afraid he will be sad if he can't find me."
The white-bearded old man thought for a while, nodded, and said, "Wait until after the war, so as not to disturb his mood."
The little girl nodded happily and followed the white-bearded old man into the vast snowfield.
"You don't have a name yet, right?" The white-bearded old man asked as he walked.
"What is a name?" The little girl asked puzzledly.
"It's a title. How do they call you?"
"The leader's sister, everyone in the Fire Tribe calls me that." The little girl said proudly.
"Then you need a name, so call yourself Xin. This is the name I originally prepared for your brother." said the white-bearded old man.
"Then give it to your brother. I'll call you Xin's sister." said the little girl.
The white-bearded old man shook his head and said, "His fate has changed. He will have his own name. Xin is no longer suitable for him. You can call yourself Xin."
The little girl looked at the old man in confusion. She didn't quite understand what the old man said, but she nodded obediently in the end.
"Then I'll be called Xin, Grandpa, what's your name?" asked the little girl.
"My name is Cang, you can just call me Cang Wu." said the old man, looking at the sky.
The little girl nodded and called out "Grandpa Cang Wu" crisply .
The two talked and walked farther and farther away. Slowly, the snowflakes on the ground flew up. The old man took the girl's hand, slowly stepped on the snowflakes, and walked into the sky.