Chapter 139 Hunger

The Fifth Xuan looked at the six generations of leaders heading north, silently blessing the Sand Tribe in his heart, hoping that they could get out of the grief of the death of the Shaman of the Sand Tribe as soon as possible.

According to the season, it should be the intersection of spring and summer at this time, but the snow is endless, and spring, summer, autumn and winter have long disappeared, leaving only the cold and lonely winter as the protagonist between heaven and earth.

It has been nearly half a year since the attack of the Spirit Claw Tribe last winter. That time, the Fifth Xuan specially asked Wolf Totem to go to the Sand Tribe, invite the Shaman of the Sand Tribe, and communicate with the six generations of leaders.

The Spirit Snake Tribe and the Spirit Thunder Tribe have almost become the Fifth Xuan's heart disease. He has to think about them every day and look south for a while, but he never sees them coming.

Until the beginning of this year, instead of welcoming the two tribes, the messenger of the Spirit Snake Tribe came.

The messenger came with only one thing: to seek peace.

The continuous cold weather made it difficult for the tribe to survive. The Snake Tribe wanted to avoid war if possible.

They had fought with the Fire Tribe before and knew how powerful the Fire Tribe was, so they had no intention of fighting again.

To show their sincerity, they persuaded the Thunder Tribe not to move in this direction. This area was recognized by both tribes as the hunting grounds of the Fire Tribe.

This was not considered as establishing diplomatic relations with the Dragon Tribe, because the envoy only represented the Snake Tribe.

After the various spirits of the Dragon Tribe dispersed, they had gradually escaped from the control of the central government, especially in this long winter that seemed to have no end.

The Sixth Generation Chieftain agreed to the Snake Tribe's request for peace without hesitation, because the Fire Tribe also began to face the problem of a shortage of prey.

It's not that there is no prey, but most of the prey are skinny and have little flesh and blood, which is not enough to meet the appetite of the tribesmen.

Faced with such a situation, Diwu Xuan had no choice. This was a disaster caused by the power of nature. Even in the world he traveled through, there was still no good way to face the wrath of nature.

All people can do is to unite sincerely and stick together through thick and thin.

Fortunately, those who had dissidents in the Fire Tribe were basically eliminated. This was the credit of the sixth-generation chief. People remembered it in their hearts and supported him more and more.

However, last winter, the wife of the sixth-generation chief had another miscarriage, which made the sixth-generation chief depressed for a long time.

But time can always soothe all pains. Now, the sixth-generation chief has completely cheered up.

Upon receiving the news that the Shaman of the Sand Tribe had passed away, the Sixth Chief personally led a team to mourn and see if the Sand Tribe needed any help.

After the Sixth Chief left, the management of the tribe should have fallen to the Sixth Chief Shaman, but unfortunately he had become a little crazy recently and had fallen into a state of self-questioning and self-answering, ignoring everything in the tribe.

Faced with this situation, the Sixth Chief handed over the power to the Ritu Teng Shaman, letting him temporarily manage the tribe. This was a reassuring arrangement.

The Ritu Teng Shaman himself was a disciple of the Sixth Chief Shaman and one of the two Shamans in the tribe. On his way back from the Sand Tribe, he had already proved his loyalty to the Fire Teng, so everyone was relieved.

There was nothing to worry about, and the biggest problem facing the Fire Tribe was only food.

The Wolf Tribe has done its best to help with hunting. Unlike the Fire Tribe warriors who still take turns hunting, almost all the Wolf Tribe warriors work without rest and rush around for hunting every day.

But even so, it still cannot meet the consumption of the Fire Tribe. People began to save food. The old and weak did not eat if they could. Many people even washed their bodies with snow water every day.

"Let the warriors eat, and then let the children eat. We are old, we move less, and we are not hungry."

Most of the Fire Tribe elders used this set of words to refuse food, but their gradually emaciated bodies still made people feel distressed.

"Is there really no other way?"

The Wolf Totem looked at the hungry old people lying or lying around the Totem Fire and couldn't help but speak.

Among these elders, there are also elders from the Wolf Tribe. They are willing to share the joys and sorrows with the Fire Tribe, and they do not eat more food just because their tribe has strong hunting ability.

"The only way I can think of is for the tribe to split up, or... move to the seaside, but that is too difficult."

Diwu Xuan gave his own answer, with a strong sense of worry in his voice.

Splitting up and using a larger hunting range to ease the food pressure is a good way.

But to split up, the people who split out need to be protected by the totem fire, otherwise in such weather, they will either starve to death or freeze to death.

In this way, several of the five totems of sun, moon, tiger, claw, and mountain must be separated, and he is not at ease if any of these totems go out alone, except for the mountain totem.

It is easy to split up, but it is difficult to merge again. This is something that the Fifth Xuan had to consider in advance.

In addition to this choice, there is another one, which is to go to the seaside and return to the place where the Fire Tribe came from.

In the cold winter, everything withers, but the sea is fine. Even if the sea is frozen, it can be broken open. Then you can still hunt fish to satisfy your hunger.

This is certainly a method, but with the current state of the Fire Tribe, it is very difficult to cross the seaside that takes three years to reach.

Both options have countless disadvantages, so the Fifth Xuan has not made a choice for the time being.

He also told these to the deceased Shaman of the Sand Tribe. The Shaman of the Sand Tribe was silent for a long time at that time, and finally said that they would rather choose to try to cross the desert than leave the desert.

This is not because of ignorance, nor because he is attached to his hometown, but because the Sand Totem cannot leave the desert. After the mutation, the Sand Totem can only live near the desert.

"Everything comes from the totem. If that time really comes, the people of the Sand Tribe are willing to accompany the Sand Totem until death."

This is the answer given by the Shaman of the Sand Tribe. They want to accompany the Sand Totem, even if they die together.

"If things can't be done, the Wolf Tribe can leave the Fire Tribe, I won't blame you."

The Fifth Xuan looked at the Wolf Totem and said.

This is not a test. He doesn't like to test others, especially the Wolf Tribe, which he regards as a friend.

If there is no Fire Tribe to support them, the homeless Wolf Tribe will not have a famine at all, because they can chase the prey.

"What are you thinking? Now that the Dragon Tribe has scattered many of the Spirit Tribes, if the Wolf Tribe continues to run around, they will be courting death."

The Wolf Totem rolled his eyes at him and said.

Diwu Xuan blinked in the totem and looked at the Wolf Totem several times: "You are smart now."

"Humph."

The Wolf Totem turned his head and walked away.

Looking at her arrogant look, Diwu Xuan smiled knowingly. This guy has become smarter after being with him for a long time, but this loyalty... still touched his heart.

Husband and wife are birds of the same forest. When disaster strikes, they fly away separately, not to mention that he and the Wolf Tribe are only in an alliance.

"Baxia, you only eat a little snow every day, is that really okay?"

Looking at the wolf totem dragging its legs and walking weakly, Diwu Xuan couldn't help but ask the little turtle under him.

"Yeah~~"

The little turtle replied, which roughly meant: What do you care?

Diwu Xuan smiled bitterly, when did so many arrogant monsters appear around him.