Chapter 165 Rebirth from the Ashes
"Yes, because it's cold."
The seventh-generation wizard let go of the warrior's hand, turned around and grabbed the captain beside him.
"It's because it's cold. If it's cold, we will go to a hot place. What if it's hot? Where should we go if it's hot?"
He asked the young captain with wide eyes.
The seventh-generation wizard is usually a taciturn person. He has been like this since he was a sun totem wizard.
It's not like this at the beginning. At least he was still very lively when he was a child. This change started after welcoming Totem Fire back to the tribe and learning about the betrayal of the Moon Totem Tribe. Since
then, he has become more and more silent.
Although he is taciturn, he is very amiable. He does not have a cold face because of his status. No matter who he is talking to, he always has a smiling face, a taciturn smile.
He was polite, but kept people at a distance.
Even though he became the seventh-generation wizard, his personality never changed. This was the first time that everyone had seen such an excited situation.
The captain was stunned by his crazy expression. It was the warrior who was warming himself by the fire that rescued him.
"Go to a cool place when it's hot?"
He asked in a low voice with a little uncertainty.
"Yes, when it's cold, go to the fire, when it's hot, go to a cool place, cold and hot, yin and yang... cold and hot... yin and yang..."
The seventh-generation wizard turned and walked away, kicking the meat soup on the ground without caring, and stumbled towards the direction of the cave where the totem was.
"No one is allowed to tell anyone about this."
The captain gave an order, turned around and followed the seventh-generation wizard.
He was afraid that the seventh-generation wizard would have problems in this state.
The warriors who stayed in place were stunned for a while. The warrior who was warming himself by the fire was still wondering how he could answer the question correctly.
The warrior who was asked the first question kept covering his chest to suppress his pounding heart. He was really scared by the situation just now.
Just when he calmed down, he suddenly heard a roar: "Who are you calling a savage?"
With this roar, he was thrown to the ground by the warrior who was warming himself by the fire and beaten violently.
No matter how these warriors tortured each other by the campfire, the seventh generation witch had already come to the tree hole where the totem stone was located, and looked at the totem stone flashing with fire in front of him, muttering to himself.
"Cold then hot, hot then cold, yin then yang, yang then yin..."
He kept muttering to himself, as if he was possessed by a demon. The captain stood guard beside him, and he guarded him all night.
The sky gradually brightened, and the sun rose from the east, shining through the old tree with few branches and leaves, and hitting the right cheek of the Seventh Generation Shaman.
His face was tired, but his eyes became brighter as the sun rose higher.
"If you can't figure it out, just feel it."
At noon, he finally spoke, regardless of his hunger, and asked the warriors to chop firewood and light it around him.
The captain no longer dared to make decisions on his own. If he accidentally burned the Seventh Generation Shaman to death in there, he would not be responsible.
After persuading the seventh generation wizard, the captain reported to the leader of the five hundred people, and the five hundred people reported to the sixth generation leader. When the sixth generation leader came, the seventh generation wizard was drinking meat soup.
His madness had improved a lot, but he still looked straight, his body was a little hunched, and his face was a little haggard. Only his eyes were shining as if he was possessed.
"Witch, are you okay?"
After hearing the report, the sixth generation leader came forward to ask with worry in his eyes.
"It's okay, I'm fine. Let these warriors light a circle of fire around me. I want to feel it." The
seventh generation wizard said calmly and anxiously.
The sixth generation leader thought this was a bit ridiculous and it was easy to burn the seventh generation wizard, so he opened his mouth to persuade him again.
"You don't understand witchcraft."
The seventh generation witch's tone was very gentle, but the content was indisputable, and it blocked the mouth of the sixth generation leader.
If the fifth Xuan saw this scene, he would definitely laugh, because the greatest skill of the witch of the Fire Tribe is to hate people, and hate the leader specifically.
The seventh generation witch has received the true teachings of the witch of the Fire Tribe, and the sixth generation leader was so angry that he had nothing to say.
Since he couldn't stop it, he could only protect it. The sixth generation leader personally stepped forward and set a circle of bonfires for the seventh generation witch.
"Light it."
Finally, the sixth generation leader gave the order to light a circle of bonfires around the sixth generation witch.
The flames slowly burned, and the sixth generation witch sat cross-legged in the middle, slowly closed his eyes, and began to feel the heat around him.
His body was originally cold from the north wind, but now the bonfires around him were ignited, and his body slowly became hotter, and finally he even felt like he was being burned.
"No, Yangji can, but I am not Yinyuyan."
As his body became hotter and hotter, the seventh generation witch frowned and thought.
"Pour cold water on me, quickly."
The seventh generation witch said to the sixth generation leader.
The sixth generation leader's eyes twitched. In such a cold day, roasting by fire and pouring water, will it really not be a problem?
"Hurry up."
Feeling his body getting hotter and hotter, the seventh generation witch urged.
"Pour."
The sixth generation leader gritted his teeth and agreed.
The leader of the five hundred people personally brought water. At this time, the water was a mixture of ice and water, and it was very cool. He looked at the sixth generation leader hesitantly.
"Pour."
Without waiting for the sixth generation leader to express his opinion, the seventh generation witch had already urged.
“Blah…”
A bucket of water poured from head to toe, hot and cold, the seventh generation witch couldn't help shivering.
But he didn't have time to feel the pain, he immediately closed his eyes and felt the exchange of heat and cold.
The surroundings were still very hot, but he was already cool and would not be burned by the heat wave.
"Yang Pole Yin Fish Eye, I still feel a little worse, what if I change to Yin Pole Yang Fish Eye?"
Thinking in his heart, the sixth generation witch slowly looked up at the sky.
At this time, the world was cold, wasn't it the best Yin Pole Eye? He just needed to roast himself hot.
Slowly waiting for the cold air on his body to be roasted away, the hot breath surged from front to back, left to right, and he endured it quietly.
People outside were terrified, and many people speculated whether the witch wanted to burn himself to death to offer a sacrifice to the fire totem.
In this era, human sacrifice existed, and many small tribes were particularly fond of it.
The scorching flames burned his skin, but he just endured the pain quietly until his skin turned red and blisters appeared on his face.
"Witch, stop."
The sixth-generation leader couldn't help but shout.
The seventh-generation witch looked back at him. At this time, he felt like his skin was on fire, but he still endured it quietly.
Pain, sometimes it is really just the simplest pain. When a person has experienced enough and his faith is strong enough, the pain on the flesh is just superficial to him.
Across the flames, the sixth-generation leader and the seventh-generation witch looked at each other. He could see the obsession deep in the latter's eyes.
The sixth generation leader gradually fell silent. He stopped talking, but there was worry in his eyes, and he never retreated.
He understood that the seventh generation of witches did all this for the totem and for the tribe.