Chapter 129 The Regretful Shaman of the Sand Tribe

In front of the Fire Tribe, the Sixth Chief respectfully saluted the Shaman of the Sand Tribe.

The Shaman of the Sand Tribe waved his hand to let the people holding him stop and look at the Sixth Chief.

"Everything you have done for the Sand Tribe, the Sand Tribe will remember it in their hearts. Please accept the sincere blessing of the Sand Tribe."

The Shaman of the Sand Tribe slowly stretched out his hand and touched the shoulder of the Sixth Chief.

His movements were slow, and his wise eyes were wrinkled as he moved. It was because of the pain.

Halfway through his hand, he couldn't move because of the pain, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Witch..."

The chief of the Sand Tribe wanted the Shaman of the Sand Tribe to give up, but the Shaman of the Sand Tribe looked at him and he said nothing.

The Sixth Chief leaned forward slightly to fill the distance between the two.

"Thank you, I am a dying old man, and I can only do half of the blessing."

He smiled at the sixth-generation chief and said sincerely.

"It is my honor to meet you."

The sixth-generation chief bowed slightly and said from the bottom of his heart.

The Shaman of the Sand Tribe has the same ability as the fourth-generation Shaman, which makes the people of the Fire Tribe respect him more.

The sixth-generation chief bowed and led them inside.

Walking on the road covered with animal skins, the Shaman of the Sand Tribe couldn't help but say: "The Fire Tribe is really rich. Looking at these furs, I think of food."

This dying old man was worried about the future of the Sand Tribe every moment.

"Thanks to the Wolf Tribe, they are very good at hunting and are happy to share."

The sixth-generation chief said humbly.

The Shaman of the Sand Tribe nodded and said nothing more, but he looked at the Sixth Chief seriously.

As far as he knew, the current leader of the Fire Tribe was the Sixth Chief, and it was this person who established the relationship with other tribes. The harmonious relationship with the allied tribes was all due to his governance ability. When

the group arrived in front of the Totem Fire, they saw the Sixth Shaman, who was also old, waiting here.

"Welcome, my friend from afar."

The Sixth Shaman stretched out his hand and hugged the Shaman of the Sand Tribe. He had already judged that the Shaman of the Sand Tribe was not in a state suitable for hugging too tightly.

"Thank you, Shaman of the Fire Tribe, please forgive me for not being able to get up. I want to leave the best state for the Fire Totem."

The Shaman of the Sand Tribe said with a little apology.

"You have come all this way, and you have already brought us a surprise."

The Sixth Generation Shaman said, and replaced the Sixth Generation Chief, leading the group to the Fifth Xuan behind the Totem Fire.

On the way around the Totem Fire, the Shaman of the Sand Tribe looked at the Sunset Bow in the Totem Fire of the Fire Tribe. Hearing the screams of the Sunset Bow, he couldn't help but look at the Fifth Xuan not far away.

Today, he finally saw the totem on the giant turtle in the legend.

When he was still more than ten meters away from the Fifth Xuan, he waved his hand to let the Sand Tribe warrior holding him stop.

Then, under the tense gaze of the Sand Tribe chief and warriors, the Shaman of the Sand Tribe slowly stood up.

As he stood up, blood oozed from his cracked skin, but he didn't care at all and just slowly persisted in his movements.

Finally, his feet landed on the animal skin and he slowly walked forward towards the Fifth Xuan.

When he stood on the ground, his height seemed even shorter, and with his thin body, he looked like a malnourished six or seven-year-old child from the Fire Tribe.

But no one would laugh at him, because he was a witch who existed by wisdom, not by flesh.

"I heard that you can hear the voice of the totem. If you can hear it, I don't think you need to do this."

The Fifth Xuan spoke in the language of the Fire Tribe to the weakling in front of him.

"Respected Totem of the Fire Tribe, thank you for your consideration, but since this is our first meeting, please allow me to pay you due respect."

The Shaman of the Sand Tribe spoke slowly, and walked forward cautiously, leaving blood under his feet with every step.

The Sixth Generation Chief and the Sixth Generation Shaman looked at each other, and both saw a flash of surprise in each other's eyes.

If the Shaman of the Sand Tribe was not lying, then it was really surprising that he was talking to the Fire Totem just now.

The Shaman of the Sand Tribe took a few steps forward slowly, he was staggering, and looked worrying.

"Greedy Wolf, please help him, I'm afraid that the claws of the Black Tortoise will hurt his body."

The Fifth Xuan spoke and asked the Wolf Totem for help.

The Wolf Totem nodded, took a few steps forward, retracted his claws, and used his meat pads to support the Shaman of the Sand Tribe, and brought him to the front of the Fifth Xuan.

"Thank you, Wolf Totem, I have heard of your greatness."

The Shaman of the Sand Tribe said to the Wolf Totem, then looked at the Fifth Xuan and knelt on the ground.

"Respected Fire Totem, I have heard many legends about you, and I also know that you helped the Earth Tribe in the past. Thank you for never giving up the friendship between you and the Earth Tribe."

The Sand Tribe was formed by the fire left behind before the Earth Tribe was broken by the Knife Tribe, so the friendship between the two tribes can be traced back to the jungle era more than a hundred years ago.

"Those who have not forgotten history are wise. I have also heard your story. Get up and take care of your body. It is equally important to our two tribes."

The Fifth Xuan spoke, and the little turtle slowly stretched out his hand, making a gesture of supporting the void. The sixth

generation leader waved his hand, and someone immediately sent a lot of fur to build a soft nest for the Shaman of the Sand Tribe for him to lie on.

"You are really as wise as the legend says. I think I came too late."

The Shaman of the Sand Tribe said.

"It's better to come late than not to come at all. I haven't communicated with people for a long time. You remind me of the fourth generation of shamans."

There was a sigh in the voice of the Fifth Xuan, and a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.

When he communicated with the Fourth Generation Shaman, the Fourth Generation Shaman was still a child, but at that time he was already very smart and a drama queen.

But in the blink of an eye, the world has changed a lot, the Fourth Generation Shaman is no longer there, and the Shaman of the Sand Tribe in front of him can communicate with him just like the Fourth Generation Shaman, but the man in front of him is already very old.

"I am so different from the Fourth Generation Shaman. I have been learning from him all my life, but unfortunately I have only learned a little bit of him."

The Shaman of the Sand Tribe said humbly or sincerely.

"He is indeed smart."

The Fifth Xuan was not humble. In his opinion, the Fourth Generation Shaman was the smartest and most talented primitive man he had ever seen.

"When I taught him, he was still a child, but at that time, he would play tricks on me."

The voice of the Fifth Xuan was filled with a hint of nostalgia, which surprised the Shaman of the Sand Tribe.

"You have taught four generations of Shamans?"

His voice revealed surprise.

"What else? Do you think his talent is out of nothing?"

The Fifth Xuan asked back.

The Shaman of the Sand Tribe blinked a few times, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He wanted to ask why the Sand Totem failed to teach him, but this sentence was too disrespectful to the Sand Totem, and in the end he could only swallow it.

"You don't have to be surprised. In my opinion, the Fifth Xuan does not look like a totem, but rather like a human who has experienced vicissitudes and is wise. I think even if the Sand Totem sees the Fifth Xuan, he will have the same cognition as me." Seeing

his surprised look, the Wolf Totem spoke.

"Thank you, Wolf Totem. Is Diwuxuan the name of the respected Fire Totem?" the Shaman of the Sand Tribe asked.

"My name is Diwuxuan. You can call me by my name directly. I don't mind." Diwuxuan said.

"Thank you for your generosity, Fire Totem, but I dare not overstep my bounds. I really regret not coming to see you earlier." The Shaman of the Sand Tribe said.

"I also regret that you didn't come earlier. If you had come earlier, you would have become a shaman of the Fire Tribe."

There was regret in Diwuxuan's voice. He really regretted it.

"Uh... Thank you for your compliment, but I believe in the Sand Totem."

The Shaman of the Sand Tribe was stunned for a moment, and then said firmly.

"You can be a shaman of two tribes. I don't mind."

Diwuxuan affirmed that he really didn't mind, just like the sixth generation leader was born as a slave, and the second generation leader was a child adopted by the Fire Tribe.

"I...really regret coming so late." The Shaman of the Sand Tribe said sincerely.

At this moment, he really regretted it. He admired the broad-mindedness and wisdom of the Fire Totem.