Chapter 141 Face and Back

A stone was carried into the house. It was waist-high and as wide as an adult's waist. It radiated the totemic power of the Sand Tribe.

"Fire?"

the sixth-generation leader asked in confusion.

The shaman of the Sand Tribe nodded: "The shaman left it for the Fire Tribe. He was afraid that we would encounter danger if we went deep into the desert and the Sand Tribe would completely lose its heritage, so..."

"We will protect it as long as the Fire Tribe survives."

The sixth-generation leader immediately stood up and said solemnly.

Inheritance is the most important thing for a tribe. The Sand Tribe keeps the fire in the Fire Tribe, which is a trust in the Fire Tribe.

"We will send a hundred people to guard the fire. It's not that we are reluctant to send more people, but we are afraid of causing too much pressure on the Fire Tribe."

The shaman of the Sand Tribe continued.

The sixth generation leader nodded, showing his understanding. He did not ask the Sand Tribe to increase its manpower. After all, the food in the Fire Tribe was already in short supply. The more people there were, the greater the pressure.

In a matter of life and death, courtesy would seem hypocritical. Besides, he was not the original sixth generation witch.

"The fire of the Sand Tribe may change after it is far away from the desert."

The Sand Tribe witch pondered for a while and spoke.

"Change?"

"Yes, this is the result of the witch's communication with the Sand Totem. Originally, the Sand Totem was the fire of the Earth Totem. You know this, right?"

The sixth generation leader nodded. He knew this. He had heard the elders in the tribe talk about the dispute between the Earth Tribe and the Knife Tribe.

"The fire of the Earth Totem was taken by our ancestors and fled all the way into the desert. After taking root in the desert, its power slowly began to change. It took about a dozen winters, or maybe dozens of winters. I don't know the details."

The Shaman of the Sand Tribe frowned and said thoughtfully.

He was not like the previous generation of shamans. He directly consulted the Sand Totem on many things. What he knew was what the previous generation of shamans told him, and there was no repetition, so he could not remember many things clearly.

"In short, it took a long time for the fire of the Earth Tribe to slowly transform into the Sand Tribe. This was to make the tribe more suitable for survival in the desert. It was related to the power of the totem. I am not sure about the details." The

sixth generation leader nodded to show his understanding.

The chief's understanding of the power of totems is generally not as good as that of the witch, and the witch is not as good as the totem itself. As the totem itself is a power, it is also in the dark about this power.

Everything is still in its infancy, including these powers, which are also very changeable. He is not sure about the specific reasons.

But he kept all these in mind and told them to the fire totem when he returned. It might have an effect on the fire totem. He just listened to it himself. There is no point in forcing it to understand.

"So the witch and the totem guessed that if the fire of the sand totem returns to the land, it will probably return to the appearance of the earth totem after a long time. At that time, you don't have to be surprised."

The sixth generation leader: "How long will it take?"

"I don't know."

The witch of the sand tribe answered very straightforwardly. He really didn't know. Including these guesses, they all came from the witches and sand totems of the previous generation. His generation did not have the ability to communicate with the sand totem.

"Okay, I'll pay attention."

Whether there is a specific time or not is not very meaningful to the Sixth Chief. After all, the Fire Tribe only has the obligation to take care of the fire of the Sand Tribe, but will not interfere in the internal affairs of the Sand Tribe 100 people who follow.

This matter is more important to the 100 people, because their totem power will also be changed.

"There is one more thing I want to tell you."

The Shaman of the Sand Tribe suddenly hesitated. This is a rare expression, which made the Sixth Chief curious.

"Just say it, I'll listen."

The Sixth Chief said.

The Shaman of the Sand Tribe nodded: "This matter is also instructed by the Shaman. I hope you can agree to it for the sake of the Shaman."

Seeing that the Shaman of the Sand Tribe emphasized it again and again, the Sixth Chief hesitated.

He is the leader of the tribe, and many things must be considered from the perspective of the entire tribe. If there is something that harms the Fire Tribe, even if he is willing, he will refuse.

The Shaman of the Sand Tribe was not young anymore, but he could see the embarrassment of the Sixth Chief at a glance, and he spoke up quickly.

"It's a private matter, a private matter."

"Private matter?" the Sixth Chief asked back.

"It's definitely a private matter." The Shaman of the Sand Tribe said affirmatively.

"Well, I agree."

Since it was a private matter, the Sixth Chief could make the decision himself. He didn't think that the wisdom of the previous generation of Shaman of the Sand Tribe would give him a question that would embarrass him.

"The Shaman took into account that the Sand Tribe was going to travel far away, and the remaining Sand Tribe's fire and guardians would eventually have to integrate into the Fire Tribe in their own way, so he was thinking about some way to speed up this process."

The Shaman of the Sand Tribe said it very tactfully and obscurely, but the Sixth Chief still understood the general meaning.

"Then what method does the Shaman of the Sand Tribe have?"

the Sixth Chief asked in confusion.

"Wait a moment."

The Shaman of the Sand Tribe said, and turned back to nod to the warrior behind him, and the warrior immediately turned around and went out.

Before the Sixth Chief could ask in confusion, the warrior came back again.

Not only did he come back, but behind him was the girl that the Sixth Chief had met earlier.

"Marriage?"

The Sixth Chief immediately understood what the Shaman of the Sand Tribe meant, and blurted out these two words in surprise.

"Well, that's what the previous generation of the Shaman meant."

Seeing his intense reaction, the Shaman of the Sand Tribe quickly brought up the previous generation of the Shaman.

"But I already have a wife."

The Sixth Chief said.

"I have one too. I have three. She was born to my youngest wife."

The witch of the Sand Tribe stretched out her hand and pointed at the little girl behind him.

The sixth-generation chief was speechless. He couldn't say that although the Fire Tribe did not have monogamy, it had this tradition.

This was the mark left by the third-generation witch and the Hundred Herb witch for the descendants of the Fire Tribe. Even though the mother of the fourth-generation witch was the third-generation witch and the father was the second-generation chief, the third-generation witch and the second-generation chief were united after the death of the Hundred Herb witch.

There were many people who accepted such a tradition. The fourth-generation witch was the first, and the fifth-generation witch and the sixth-generation witch were all the same, including the fourth-generation chief, who were also monogamous.

He also wanted monogamy, so he was so surprised.

"I still think..."

The sixth-generation chief was about to refuse, but the Sand Tribe stretched out their hands to stop him from speaking.

"Of course I know some of the traditions of the Fire Tribe. I have also told the witch about this, but..."

He looked back, waved his hand to let the warrior and the little girl go out, and then spoke softly.

"But the witch said that your wife has given birth prematurely twice. You know, the witch has a wide range of knowledge. He said that premature birth will form a habit, and your wife may..."

The sixth-generation leader frowned. Although the witch of the Sand Tribe did not finish his words, he understood what he meant.

"Our feelings..."

The witch of the Sand Tribe reached out his hand again to stop him from speaking, and looked up at the tiger teeth on the wall.

"The witch also knows about your feelings. Aren't they all reserved for you? The witch is just afraid that you will be trapped by these ideas and end up without descendants. Originally, the witch was optimistic about the Ritu Teng witch, but in the end, he still chose you."

The witch of the Sand Tribe said softly, but he knew that things were not as he said.

The last sentence was taught to him by the previous generation of shaman. The previous generation of shaman said: Once you say this, it’s just like what the fourth generation of shamans of the Fire Tribe said. It gives both face and heart, and no one can refuse it.