Chapter 140 The Decision of the Sand Tribe

On the day when the Shaman of the Sand Tribe died, everyone in the Sand Tribe cried bitterly, unable to accept this sad fact.

Till today, a month has passed, but the Sand Tribe is still immersed in pain and unable to extricate itself.

The Shaman of the Sand Tribe is to the Sand Tribe what the fourth generation of Shaman is to the Fire Tribe.

The difference is that when the fourth generation of Shaman died, the surrounding tribes surrendered, and the environment of heaven and earth was not so bad.

The fourth generation of Shaman was more of an honor to the Fire Tribe, but the Shaman of the Sand Tribe was a guiding light in the darkness to the Sand Tribe.

And this light went out when the Sand Tribe needed him the most.

Before it went out, this wise man, with his weak body, left the tribe to look for a way out, and asked the Fire Tribe for the territory on the edge of the desert, which allowed the Sand Tribe to temporarily get out of the predicament.

But this winter was too long. The Shaman of the Sand Tribe died without seeing spring.

Faced with such a situation, how could the Shaman of the Sand Tribe be willing to die easily? He tried hard but still failed to escape the call of the god of death.

But before he died, he still left three arrangements for the tribe:

First, the Sand Tribe retreated to the desert, crossed the desert in the direction of the setting sun, and looked for hope of life;

second, the Sand Totem separated the fire and gave it to the Fire Tribe for safekeeping. If the Sand Tribe was destroyed one day, it would be considered as a remnant, so as not to be completely cut off, just like the Earth Tribe in the past; third

, marry his favorite granddaughter to the leader of the Fire Tribe. With this relationship, as long as the Fire Tribe still exists, the remnant of the Sand Tribe will be safe enough.

"This is a leader of rejuvenation who is no less than the fourth generation witch of the Fire Tribe. He is worthy of trust."

The witch of the Sand Tribe commented on the sixth generation leader of the Fire Tribe in this way while dying.

Because of this entrustment, when the sixth generation leader came to the Sand Tribe, the first person he saw was this little girl with dark skin, thin figure, and a tendency to purse her lips.

"Are you the leader of the Fire Tribe?"

She raised her head and looked at the sixth generation witch with disdain.

"I am."

The sixth generation leader did not know the arrangement of the witch of the Sand Tribe. She was surprised that there would be a little girl blocking the way before entering the Sand Tribe, but she still answered in a deep voice.

"It was your tribe that killed my grandfather. How can you still have the face to come?"

She suddenly pouted her lips and pointed at the sixth generation leader and asked.

This question made the Sixth Chief stunned. He didn't understand how the death of the Shaman of the Sand Tribe had anything to do with the Fire Tribe. Did something happen to the Sand Tribe, or...

The Sixth Chief was wondering, and the little girl gave him the answer: "Since the Wolf Totem took Grandpa away, Grandpa's health has not been good since he came back. Do you think you, the Fire Tribe, killed Grandpa?"

"Shut up."

The scolding came from behind the little girl. The one who spoke was his father, the youngest son of the deceased Shaman of the Sand Tribe, and now the new Shaman of the Sand Tribe.

"She is ignorant, please follow me."

As the new Shaman of the Sand Tribe, he personally went out to greet her, which had given enough face to the Fire Tribe. The Sixth Chief didn't want to argue with the little girl. He nodded, glanced at this rather unruly little girl, and walked into the Sand Tribe.

"Some people in the Sand Tribe do think so, but it's not important. We all know that the witch really can't hold on any longer. His body... is too weak."

The new Sand Tribe witch still had a deep and unresolved grief on his face.

"I understand."

The sixth-generation leader nodded and said.

"Thank you for your understanding. The witch has some other arrangements. I will tell you after the ceremony."

He brought the sixth-generation leader to the totem fire, where all the people of the Sand Tribe gathered. Today is the day when the old Sand Tribe witch returns to the totem fire.

This is also the arrangement of the old Sand Tribe witch. He wants the people from the Fire Tribe to watch the ceremony for his return.

The short and thin old Sand Tribe witch curled up like a baby. There was no pain on his face, but there was a little worry between his eyebrows. Maybe he couldn't let go of the Sand Tribe even when he was dying.

The leader of the sixth generation watched quietly for a while, then bowed and saluted, bidding farewell to this wise old man on behalf of the Fire Tribe.

He once heard the Sun Totem Shaman say that it was the old man's question that woke him up in the first place.

This is a wise and reasonable old man. His contribution to the Sand Tribe deserves everyone's respect.

"Pick up the sand, the shaman said, and let him sleep with the sand and go to the totem fire together."

The new Sha Tribe shaman said, grabbing a handful of sand and throwing it on the old Sha Tribe shaman. Then the leader and him carried the Sha Tribe shaman and buried him in the totem fire.

The totem fire of the Sand Tribe is very unique. It looks like it is composed of grains of burning sand, and there is a crackling sound all the time.

As soon as the corpse of the old sand tribe witch entered the totem fire, it was immediately swept into the burning sand and disappeared.

Everyone watched silently. In addition to the sixth-generation chief representing the Fire Tribe, there were also the chiefs and witches of all other small tribes who were invited to watch the ceremony.

When the Sand Tribe totem fire expanded and contracted three times, the whole ceremony was completely over. The Sand Tribe witch sent these small tribe leaders and witches away and returned to the room arranged for the sixth-generation chief.

This was originally the room of the sixth-generation chief. It was given to the Sand Tribe along with this residence, so he was very familiar with it.

When the Sand Tribe witch pushed open the door and entered the room, he saw the sixth-generation chief staring at a pair of tiger teeth on the wall.

"This is what you left behind from the Fire Tribe. We didn't move it."

said the Sand Tribe witch.

The sixth chief nodded and said, "My wife hunted this and she wanted to hang it on the wall, saying that it would show her bravery. She always felt that she was not so brave after marrying me."

Thinking of his wife's appearance, he couldn't help laughing, but this occasion was obviously inappropriate, so he held back.

The Shaman of the Sand Tribe was stunned by what he said, and looked at Huya in surprise before turning back.

"Before the witch left, he gave us some instructions. He wanted us to cross the desert and try to find life on the other side of the desert."

The witch of the Sand Tribe sorted out his emotions and spoke.

The sixth-generation leader frowned. He knew about this. As far as he knew, this proposal was made by the Fire Totem. But... in such a cold season, is it feasible to cross the desert?

"Have you explored to the west?" The sixth-generation leader thought for a while and asked.

"Our ancestors explored it. According to the legend, from our original place, walking in the direction of the setting sun, there is a tribe in half a year to a year, the Feather Tribe." The witch of the Sand Tribe said.

"The Feather Tribe?" The sixth-generation leader asked in confusion, a little puzzled by the name.

"It is said that the tribe has wings on its back and can fly in the sky. When the witch was alive, people also explored it. But there is only one small tribe in that oasis. The Feather Tribe has disappeared."

The witch of the Sand Tribe explained.

The Sixth Chief nodded. The weirder tribes he knew of were the Spirit Thunder Tribe, which was said to be able to control lightning.

The Feather Tribe was also special, as it could allow its people to grow wings and fly in the sky.

"Do you mean to go to that oasis first?"

asked the Sixth Chief.

"The witch has already sent people, but there is no reply yet. That oasis is very big, and we don't know if that small tribe has developed. But no matter what, we are ready to leave. Thank you for the help of the Fire Tribe."

The witch of the Sand Tribe bowed and said.

The Sixth Chief pounded his chest: "As it should be, we are allies. The totem said so."