Chapter 12 The Fire Tribe That Lost Its Totem (Part 1)
"Boom..."
A loud noise seemed to come from the depths of Fifth Xuan's soul. He found that the mother of the third-generation witch was getting closer and closer to him. Her figure was infinitely magnified in his sight and finally merged together.
The hot flames that emerged from the totem swept over the mother of the third-generation witch. Everyone looked at everything in amazement.
Fifth Xuan opened his eyes. This was the perspective of the mother of the third-generation witch. He was not surprised that he had descended for the third time.
"Woo woo woo... woo woo woo..."
Fifth Xuan roared in the language of the Fire Tribe, telling them that rotten food could not be eaten.
While roaring, he threw the rotten fruits on the ground into the totem fire, telling them with his actions that rotten food could only be thrown away.
"Woo, woo, woo..."
He dug out the grass roots, ran to the sick tribesmen, and asked them to eat them.
The sick tribesmen were shocked, but looking at the third-generation witch mother with totem fire all over her body, they ate without any hesitation.
After doing these two things, Diwu Xuan's spirit finally relaxed slightly.
He could feel that his strength was running out, and he didn't have much time left.
He quickly ran to the third-generation witch, looked into her eyes seriously, and touched her head.
"Woo."
He said come on, cheer for the third-generation witch.
Diwu Xuan knew that she didn't do well enough, or even did a bad job, but blaming others would not solve the problem. The tribe must look forward, and the witch must bravely take on everything and lead the tribe to move on.
"Wuwu..."
The eyes of the third generation witch were full of tears. She wanted to hug Diwu Xuan, but Diwu Xuan had already turned around and came to the side of the second generation leader.
This is a child who is too strong-willed. His path is wrong, but his heart is good. I hope that after this time, he will not go astray again, because I... may not be able to accompany them.
The moment the hot red crystals in his body exploded, Diwu Xuan had an epiphany that he might be annihilated. Even if he was not annihilated, he would at least fall into a long sleep.
It is too difficult to communicate with people other than witches. This feeling of breaking the shackles of heaven and earth is like standing naked in the snow in the middle of winter, cold and helpless.
"Wuwu."
It was also a word of encouragement. Diwu Xuan patted the shoulder of the second generation witch.
He had so many things to say. He wanted to teach them how to make stone tools, how to dig caves, how to build houses, how to preserve food, how to establish rules, how...
But he didn't have time. The third-generation witch mother's body was no longer good, and his own strength had reached its limit.
The flames were extinguishing quickly. The flames on the third-generation witch mother, the flames in the totem fire, and the flames on the fire totem were all extinguishing.
"Fire Tribe."
Diwu Xuan called out the name of the tribe in Chinese, and then his consciousness gradually blurred, his spirit returned to the totem pillar, and fell into the deepest sleep.
Before falling asleep, he took a last look at the Fire Tribe, wondering if the tribe would continue without his protection.
The cold weather and fierce beasts will become deadly enemies. May you all be well.
After giving the last blessing, the will of the Fifth Xuan fell into a deep sleep, and the totem fire of the tribe was completely extinguished.
After the Fifth Xuan left her body, the mother of the third-generation witch continued to burn. She didn't even have the chance to say a word before she was burned to death by the totem fire, leaving only a skull flashing with red light.
"Bala..."
Rain suddenly fell from the sky, washing the Fire Tribe that had lost the protection of the totem fire.
"Roar..."
A tiger roar came from afar, and the Fire Tribe people suddenly felt terrified. They gathered in groups of three or five, looking helplessly at their totems.
This was destined to be a difficult night, not only for ordinary tribesmen, but also for the third-generation witch and the second-generation leader.
When dawn broke, they followed the teachings of the Fifth Xuan and began to treat the sick tribesmen.
Then, everyone gathered together and stared blankly at the tribal totem that extinguished the flames.
Can a tribe without a totem still be called a tribe?
The answer is of course no. Many people stood up silently and left the Fire Tribe without saying goodbye.
"Woo woo..." "Woo
woo woo..."
The second-generation chief and the third-generation witch finally began to discuss. This is the consistent style of the tribe, but before they seemed to have a tacit understanding and could unite the front without communication, but now it is different. What
the first-generation chief left behind was a thriving Fire Tribe. In more than a month, the second-generation chief and the third-generation witch destroyed everything.
The argument between the two became more and more intense. The second-generation leader wanted to keep these people, even if he had to use force. The third-generation witch firmly disagreed, believing that this would only increase conflicts and eventually make the tribe more vulnerable.
This time the dispute entered a normal rhythm. The leader was persuaded by the witch and the people of the Fire Tribe could leave freely.
But the witch also had a request, that is, if the person leaving was an adult, he must take some children and babies with him. If he did not do so, the tribe would not provide him with food and weapons.
For food and stone spears, many adult tribesmen agreed to the witch's request and took their children and babies on the road.
Before winter came, the tribe finally settled down. In the end, there were 25 adult men, 13 women, 56 children, and 72 babies left.
The entire Fire Tribe had a serious reduction in personnel and almost returned to its original size.
However, the disaster is not over yet. Beasts are already trying to attack the Fire Tribe. Moreover, winter is coming. Without the protection of the tribe's fire, the winter will be very difficult.
"Roar..."
On the day when the first winter snow fell, the hungry tiger finally came to the tribe and began to roar at the tribe.
It was afraid of the tribal fire in its memory and did not dare to come forward, but it would provoke it every year.
In the past, when the Fifth Xuan was awake, he would incite the tribal fire to scare it, but this time he could not do it.
"Woo woo."
The second-generation leader who had been silent for a long time finally stood up. He held a stone spear and bravely walked towards the tiger.
"Roar..."
The tiger roared and opened its bloody mouth to him.
"Woo woo, woo woo woo."
The second-generation leader kept beating his chest, which was full of marks left by the beast's claws.
Although he had never hunted a tiger, he had hunted other wild animals. You could call him stupid and ignorant, but you couldn't underestimate his bravery.
"Roar."
After testing for a while, the tiger slowly stepped forward after failing to see the tribal fire.
The second-generation leader slowly bent down, inserted the three stone spears in his left hand in front of him one by one, weighed the stone spears in his right hand twice, stepped forward with his left foot, rushed forward, and threw the stone spears with his right hand.
"Swoosh."
The stone spears cut through the air, making a whistling sound.
A few years ago, the second-generation leader made the same move after making the stone spears for the first time.
At this moment, time and space seemed to overlap. However, looking at the brave performance of the second-generation leader, no one could imagine the second-generation witch at that time, because the witnesses were already gone.