Chapter 130 Gift

The arrival of the witch of the Sand Tribe made Diwu Xuan recall many past events, such as when he was on the top of the mountain and in the jungle.

At that time, there were three tribes in sight: the Earth Tribe, the Water Tribe, and the Grass Tribe.

The first contact with the three tribes was when they fled from the south of the mountain to the north. That should be the first time that the Fire Tribe grew strong and took in many refugees from the three tribes.

In that era without stone tools, hunting was not a way of survival, and gathering was affected by time and region, which made most tribes not strong.

The three tribes that were forced to migrate had to give up their tribesmen, which promoted the growth of the Fire Tribe.

The second encounter with the three tribes was because the second-generation leader and the third-generation witch, two brainless guys, messed around and caused a plague. During that period, Diwu Xuan was so angry that he jumped in the totem every day, hating that the iron could not be made into steel.

On the way from the mountain peak to the north of the jungle, the three tribes gave a lot of help. The friendliness of the Grass Tribe, the harmony of the Water Tribe, and the heaviness of the Earth Tribe all left a deep impression on Diwu Xuan.

Then, the Knife Tribe attacked, and the fate of the three tribes was different.

The Grass Tribe fled to the Fire Tribe and was ruthlessly swallowed by Diwu Xuan. The Water Tribe was completely wiped out. The Earth Tribe resisted stubbornly and heroically, but in the end only a fire was escaped, and then the Sand Tribe was formed.

"Our hometowns are all in the east, where there are vast plains and jungles, rolling mountains and vast oceans."

Diwu Xuan spoke slowly, looking eastward. That was the place he first came to.

He sometimes still lamented the passing of time, but the feeling has faded a lot, just like when he entered middle age in his previous life, he realized that time was no longer there and youth had become a memory.

"I once heard the Sand Totem say that it was the stone spears provided by the Fire Tribe that enabled the Earth Tribe to fight against the Knife Tribe."

The Shaman of the Sand Tribe also looked east, turned his head and said to Diwu Xuan.

"I guess so, but at that time, the people of the Earth Tribe were sturdy and strong, even better than those of the Fire Tribe."

Diwu Xuan looked at the warriors of the Sand Tribe. They were so dark and thin, probably because of the influence of the desert.

"When the Sand Totem was still a fire, it was too weak to survive in the grassland or jungle. It stumbled here and was chased by nearby tribes and had no choice but to escape into the desert. Then it changed and finally formed the Sand Tribe."

The Shaman of the Sand Tribe told the history of that year in a few words, but the Fifth Xuan could guess the bloody storm that had happened.

"You came here to help the Sand Tribe get out of the desert, right?"

The Fifth Xuan put aside the trivial matters and asked.

"Yes, the long winter has made it impossible for the Sand Tribe to survive in the desert. In the situation where we don't know how long the winter will last, the Sand Tribe needs to get out of the desert to survive."

The Shaman of the Sand Tribe reluctantly stood up and wanted to kowtow for help.

"Get up, the Fire Tribe welcomes the arrival of old friends. We can even vacate this area and move to the depths of the grassland as a whole."

Diwu Xuan said softly.

The Shaman of the Sand Tribe raised his head in surprise and looked at Diwu Xuan, unable to believe that the Fire Tribe could make such a big concession.

The Wolf Totem also looked at Diwu Xuan with a little doubt. The migration of the tribe has always been a big deal for the tribe. Just agreed to it?

Diwu Xuan had his own considerations. If the cold continued, the area backed by the desert would definitely not be a good place, because this would naturally reduce the hunting range by half.

In this case, it would be better to take advantage of the request of the Shaman of the Sand Tribe and leave directly. In this way, he could not only win the favor of the Sand Tribe, but also achieve Diwu Xuan's original goal.

Moreover, if there was no Shaman of the Sand Tribe, it would have taken a lot of trouble to convey his idea. Now that there was a Shaman of the Sand Tribe, everything went smoothly.

Fifth Xuan: "Shaman of the Sand Tribe, pass my words to the Sixth Generation Shaman and the Sixth Generation Chief. This is the will of the Fire Totem, which cannot be disputed."

The Shaman of the Sand Tribe hesitated for a moment, and then passed Fifth Xuan's words to the Sixth Generation Shaman and the Sixth Generation Chief, without missing a word, including Fifth Xuan's words that could not be disputed. The

Sixth Generation Shaman and the Sixth Generation Chief looked at each other. Such a big decision, the Totem decided it?

"Boom..."

The Totem Fire suddenly made a sound like an explosion, which startled the Sixth Generation Shaman and the Sixth Generation Chief. They both knelt on the ground and received Fifth Xuan's instructions.

This was the first time that the Fifth Xuan had clearly delivered a message, and he himself would not allow the witch or the chief to refute it.

The cold might be more terrifying and lasting than anyone imagined, and the Fifth Xuan had to make arrangements in advance, especially with the message from the Sha Tribe witch, which would be easier to achieve.

"Be careful of the cold, it might last longer than any of us imagined."

The Fifth Xuan said to the Sha Tribe witch.

The Sha Tribe witch pondered for a moment, nodded, and also passed this sentence to the Sixth Generation witch and the chief.

With this sentence, the three people vaguely understood what the Fifth Xuan meant. For a long time in the future, the goal of the tribe will be to adapt to the environment, and the place of residence is no longer important.

"The Sand Tribe cannot leave the desert too far. If the cold continues, where will the Sand Tribe go? Please ask the Fire Totem for guidance."

The Sha Tribe witch, regardless of the pain in his body, bowed his head again, and the dry skin on his back was torn and bleeding.

Diwu Xuan was silent. This was a difficult problem to solve.

The Sand Tribe could not leave the desert too far, but the desert was not suitable for survival in the cold.

He pondered for a long time, and suddenly he thought of the sleeping cow totem buried in the soil, which was found by himself and Little Turtle.

"It is a good idea to separate the fire and bury or put it in a safe place."

Diwu Xuan said, looking in the direction of the desert.

"Crossing the desert, beyond the end of the desert, there may be another sky, where it may not be as cold as here."

This is another guess, but there is no way to prove it.

The Shaman of the Sand Tribe thought about it, accepted the two methods, and after expressing his gratitude again, he was too weak to speak again.

"Go and rest. Your body won't allow you to communicate with me anymore."

Diwu Xuan could feel his mental power becoming unclear. If he continued to communicate, he might fall into a coma. In that case, the damage would be too great.

After the communication ended, Diwu Xuan let the little turtle carry him to the altar, and the wolf totem followed slowly.

When he arrived at the altar, listening to the howling wind passing by, Diwu Xuan released his mental power and used it to touch the coldness of the world.

"Your thoughts are very confused today." The wolf totem said.

Diwu Xuan did not refute, but just listened to the wind quietly, and spoke after a long time.

"I thought of some things in the past, so long ago, so long ago... I thought I would forget them."

He thought of the third generation witch who jumped into the sea. He had asked the little turtle to search the seabed, but failed to find her body.

Over a hundred years later, the body of the third generation witch had long since decayed, or been eaten by the fish fighting for beauty on the seabed, but Diwu Xuan still remembered her face.

"Living too long... isn't it so happy?"

The wolf totem did not have the ability to live forever for its own reasons, so he asked this question.

"Who knows?"

Diwu Xuan said, and fell silent, no longer speaking.