Chapter 127 Your Totem

It is summer now, and although the snowstorm has lessened, it has not completely abated.

In the white world, a group of people are moving slowly forward against the snowstorm.

This is the Sun Totem team that is rushing back to the Fire Tribe from the Sand Tribe. The Sun Totem Shaman is standing there, slowly waiting for the arrival of the team behind.

"Light the totem fire?"

The Sun Totem Shaman asked as he met the team behind, where there were hundreds of Sand Tribe warriors moving forward in a group. He blocked the snowstorm with his hands and asked.

The warrior who was walking forward looked back worriedly and shook his head: "The witch said it's not necessary, we should get to the Fire Tribe as soon as possible."

Ritu Teng witch nodded. This was the third time he had asked today. For the old and frail Sand Tribe witch, traveling far in such an environment was really dangerous.

The Sand Tribe witch's following was an accident. Ritu Teng witch had tried his best to persuade him, but failed to change the Sand Tribe witch's obsession.

He wanted to see the Fire Tribe on the edge of the desert and see the living environment here before deciding whether this place was suitable for the Sand Tribe to migrate.

Ritu Teng witch, who had been to a Sand Tribe, could understand the Sand Tribe witch's feelings. He believed that as long as people had enough understanding of the living environment in the desert, no one would be surprised by the Sand Tribe witch's idea of ​​migrating the tribe.

The living environment there is too harsh, and many small tribes even have cannibalism.

The Sand Tribe can still maintain itself for the time being because it is the overlord of the desert, but if it hadn't been for the rescue of the Fire Tribe, it would have started cannibalism by now.

Turning back and continuing to move forward in the wind and snow, the Ritu Teng witch tightened the animal skin on his body and said nothing more.

At night, the Ritu Teng fire was lit, and the Sand Tribe witch with sparse hair and a skinny body was held by the warriors and placed next to the campfire.

He curled up like a newborn baby, and his body was only half the size of an ordinary Sand Tribe person.

Yes, he was a dwarf since birth, and suffered a lot in his early years, but he used his wisdom to get to where he is today, and even made the Sand Tribe stronger, becoming the undisputed overlord of the desert.

However, now, this wise dwarf is old, and his skinny body is covered with cracks, with blood oozing out from time to time.

The warriors can only wrap him with the softest fur and carry him forward, but the slightest bump is still a fatal injury to him. Every night, people can hear his long cough.

The Ritu Tengwu came to him, sat down obediently, offered him meat soup prepared by the Fire Tribe, and fed him little by little with a stone spoon.

He moved gently, and his eyes were full of reverence for the skinny old man.

After drinking only two or three sips, the old man waved his hand and showed an apologetic smile.

"That's enough."

His voice was soft and his breath was weak, but his smile was still sincere, and he looked at the Ritu Tengwu with eyes full of wisdom.

"Wu, I have the answer to your question. I wonder if this will disturb your rest too much."

The Sun Totem Wu asked softly.

"Old people like to talk, and Wu is no exception."

The Shaman of the Sand Tribe said with a smile, and he blinked his eyes, very playful.

The Sun Totem Wu followed with a smile, and then became serious again, saying: "Regarding the relationship between Wu and totem, I have thought about it for a few days and have some ideas."

The smile on the face of the Shaman of the Sand Tribe disappeared, and his old face became serious.

Whenever talking about totems, the Shaman of the Sand Tribe would do this. He once explained to the Sun Totem Wu that this was the most basic respect for totems.

"I think that totems are the origin of everything, and Wu is the one who is loved by the origin."

The Sun Never Sets Wu said the answer in his heart.

The Shaman of the Sand Tribe nodded slowly, his wise eyes shining with wisdom under the light of the totem fire.

"How should the two get along with each other?"

the Shaman of the Sand Tribe asked.

The Sun Totem Shaman frowned, glanced in the direction of the totem fire, and was silent for a long time.

"The shaman should move forward according to the will of the totem."

This was his final answer. He stared at the Shaman of the Sand Tribe's eyes, trying to see some other emotions from them, but there was nothing. There was still a full light of wisdom.

"Since you have made your choice, why ask me?"

The Shaman of the Sand Tribe spoke slowly, and a smile slowly appeared on his face. This smile was full of comfort and consolation.

He seemed to be telling the Ritu Totem Shaman with his expression: Child, don't be afraid, follow your feelings, this is right.

A trace of horror flashed across the face of the Ritu Totem Shaman, and some muscles on his face trembled.

"You know everything?"

The Ritu Totem Shaman's voice was a little hoarse, which was caused by the lack of water in his mouth due to nervousness after his secret was suddenly revealed.

"I can communicate with totems, and totems from other tribes can also. This is the will of your totems, he told me."

The Shaman of the Sand Tribe nodded and said. It was rare for him to say such a long sentence, which made him cough violently.

The Ritu Totem Shaman was a little at a loss. He was afraid that he would hurt the Shaman of the Sand Tribe if he stepped forward and patted his back, so he could only watch from a distance and dared not speak.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The violent coughing finally stopped, and the shaman of the Sand Tribe showed an apologetic smile on his face.

"Don't be scared, I'm dying, it's just a physical problem."

The Sun Totem Shaman nodded, still looking well-behaved.

"You can leave at any time, but I want to move on and go to the Fire Tribe, which is my allied tribe. I know your intentions, but I will not go against the will of the Sand Totem."

The Sun Totem Shaman wanted to speak, but the Shaman of the Sand Tribe waved his hand to stop him from speaking.

"Like you said, the totem is the starting point of everything, and the Sand Totem is my starting point and my end point. I want to die in his arms, which is the place that makes me feel the warmest."

The Ritu Tenteng witch nodded, picked up the meat soup and fed the Sha Tribe witch a few more mouthfuls before asking again.

"I don't know if what I did was right or not. I'm confused."

The Sha Tribe witch smiled again, and that smile was full of the power to comfort others.

"I was confused before, before I died, and I was confused my whole life, in front of every decision."

The Sha Tribe witch's eyes rarely showed a trace of memories, but then they were dispelled by wisdom, like the breeze blowing away the smoke.

"Can you give me a suggestion?"

The Ritu Tenteng witch couldn't help asking, even though he had made a decision in his heart, he still hesitated.

"What advice can a dying man give to a young man like you? You still have a long future ahead of you, but mine has already come to an end. My ideas do not apply to you."

The Shaman of the Sand Tribe spoke slowly, like a grandfather educating his grandson at his knees, full of kindness.

"What choice would you make if you were young?"

The Sun Totem Shaman asked, with pleading in his eyes.

The Shaman of the Sand Tribe stared into his eyes, and after a long time he spoke slowly: "I worship my totem, I believe in my totem, and throughout my life, I have never betrayed my totem, not even once."

The Sun Totem Shaman's eyes lit up, as if he had found the answer.

Then, he saw a smile on the old man's face again, and he spoke softly, as if whispering, and as if talking to him.

"First of all, you have to figure out which one... is your totem."