Chapter 13 The Fire Tribe That Lost Its Totem (Part 2)

The cold wind wrapped in heavy snow slapped the third-generation witch's face. She used the crutch with a red skull on it in her right hand to pound it hard on the ground, and then walked forward with difficulty.

The heavy snow had been falling for five consecutive days. The mountains were full of snow and the roads were very slippery. It was easy to fall without a crutch.

This was the fourth day that the Fire Tribe people came down from the top of the mountain. The tribal leader was still unconscious and was dragged down the mountain.

The battle between the second-generation leader and the spotted tiger that day was extremely brutal. In the end, the tribal warriors went to fight, but they still failed to kill the beast. They only defeated it and scared it away.

The brave second-generation leader was knocked to the ground by the beast with all his strength, and he has not woken up since then. Not only that, his body is still hot and cold, which is very strange.

Facing the falling snow and the beast that fled and no one knows when it will return, the third-generation witch made a decision that surprised everyone: go down the mountain.

Not to the south, but to the north.

Five years ago, the tribes in the south collectively moved north. The third-generation witch knew about this. She didn't know what the south had experienced, nor did she know whether it was safe or not.

But there were some tribes in the north that she had dealt with before, such as the Earth Tribe, the Water Tribe, and the Grass Tribe, so the third-generation witch chose to move north.

It was difficult to migrate in the cold winter, and the third-generation witch hated his stupidity for not making this decision earlier.

But now it was too late to say anything, and it was even impossible to stay on the top of the mountain. Not to mention the beasts, even the cold winter could not survive.

She couldn't help but look back at the tribal totem carried by two people. The cylindrical stone didn't have the vitality of the past. She

reached out and touched the fiery red head on the crutch. This was her mother's head. It still had a hot breath, so she didn't feel cold in the cold winter.

Wrong.

She had realized her mistake, but there was no turning back in the life of primitive people. She could only go on with difficulty.

The second-generation leader had paid the price. Without the protection of the totem fire, he bravely faced the attack of the tiger.

Everything that comes next will be handed over to her. This five-year-old child, in the world of the fifth Xuan, this age, is still in kindergarten.

However, at this time, she has begun to control the entire tribe and shouldered the burden of the tribe's future.

When everyone reached the foot of the mountain, the second-generation leader finally sobered up a little, but he still couldn't move and had to be dragged by the tribesmen.

After the third-generation witch had a brief exchange with him, he led the tribe forward again.

They needed help. There was not enough food and there were too many children. The Fire Tribe was facing a life-and-death dilemma.

This was an old road. The first generation of the Fire Tribe had walked along this road. They walked back along this road to find hope for the tribe.

Finally, after more than ten days of hard work, they met people from other tribes. The third-generation witch stepped forward to negotiate and ask for help.

It was risky to communicate with other tribes rashly, because some tribes were very aggressive and would attack their wandering tribe.

Fortunately, they met an old acquaintance - the Grass Tribe. "   Woo-woo-woo

..."

In front of the third-generation witch, the witch of the Grass Tribe sat cross-legged. He said that he had seen the third-generation witch, and at that time, she was still a baby. "Woo-woo-woo, woo-woo-woo-woo-woo..."   The third-generation witch prayed for help. They did not have enough food and there were too many children.   The witch of the Grass Tribe fell silent. The cold winter was a test for every tribe. Even with the existence of totems, they still had to live cautiously.   "Woo-woo, woo-woo-woo-woo..."   The witch of the Grass Tribe said that pure help did not exist, just like when the Grass Tribe obtained help from the Fire Tribe, it was also achieved through the exchange of food.   The third-generation witch was silent, and she knew that she would face such a situation.   So, she asked the people behind her to deliver an item. The appearance of this item made the witch of the Grass Tribe's eyes   light up .   Stone spears.   The third-generation witch presented stone spears .   The witch of the Grass Tribe   already knew about stone spears, because people who escaped from the Fire Tribe had brought stone spears.   "   Woo   woo   ...   The seriously injured leader of the Fire Tribe was carried to the witch of the Grass Tribe. The witch touched the head of the leader   of the Fire Tribe and told him that he once belonged to the Grass Tribe. Yes, the old man who sent the second-generation leader to the Fire Tribe was from the Grass Tribe. They were separated at the time, and the old man could not support the second-generation leader, so he handed him over to the Fire Tribe.   For this, the old man contributed all his food and animal skins.   In front of the tribal fire of the Grass Tribe, the witch of the Grass Tribe performed a unique ceremony to heal the injuries of the leader of the Fire Tribe.   The third-generation witch stared blankly at the totem of the Grass Tribe. At the beginning, they also had their own totem fire, but now, the totem fire has gone out.   The treatment of the Grass Tribe was very effective, and the second-generation leader recovered the next day. He expressed his gratitude to the Grass Tribe witch, but rejected the request of the Grass Tribe witch to return to the Grass Tribe to prepare to succeed the next leader.   "At the moment of life and death of the Fire Tribe, I will not leave."   This is how he rejected the Grass Tribe witch, which made the third-generation witch feel relieved.   If it weren't for the second-generation leader, she might really collapse.

After leaving the Grass Tribe, the second-generation leader who had recovered discussed with the third-generation witch and decided to settle the tribe not far from the Grass Tribe.

They did this because winter was not suitable for long-distance travel and because the Grass Tribe had shown enough goodwill and it was relatively safe to settle here.

"Okay, but you must leave after the winter." This was the answer given by the witch of the Grass Tribe.

An area is only enough for one tribe to live in, and resources determine the way the tribe survives.

The Fire Tribe naturally would not object to this, they just wanted to survive the difficult winter here.

In the days that followed, the third-generation witch just faced the lifeless fire totem every day, constantly trying to perform sacrificial dances or make gestures, but this did not wake up the Fifth Xuan.

The second generation leader began to grow rapidly. He led the warriors of the tribe to hunt in the winter, killing wild animals to obtain food so that the people of the tribe could survive in the cold winter.

This is a difficult process. The tribes they have contacted now mostly make a living by picking, and hunting is mostly done under forced circumstances.

However, faced with such a dilemma, the second generation leader bravely took the step of hunting.

It is almost impossible to feed the tribesmen by picking in the cold winter.

Whether it was forced by life or the second generation leader did it voluntarily, the Fire Tribe finally underwent a fundamental change.

The Fifth Xuan, who had been looking forward to this change, was still sleeping in the Fire Totem, and knew nothing about what was happening outside.