Chapter 194: The Enemies of the Past

In the snow and wind, the Fire Tribe is still migrating. They are swimming upstream against the wind and snow.

More than a year has passed since the sneak attack. In the cold winter, the Fire Tribe still insists on moving forward. They are getting closer and closer to their homeland.

The Wolf Totem has come out of her grief, but she has become more cold-blooded. All the tribes she met along the way were slaughtered at her request.

Among them was a spiritual tribe of the Dragon Tribe, which was also slaughtered by the Fire Tribe, but their witch ran away with the spiritual weapon, which is a pity.

The Seventh Generation Witch studies the power of Totem Fire every day. Now his sled is pulled by four giant wolves, and a wooden shed is built on the sled, which will facilitate his quiet research inside.

His current status is directly related to the "Blessing of Seventh Generation Witches" he created.

As the long migration journey goes on, people realize the importance of temperature, especially now that food is becoming increasingly scarce.

It is better to have one of the two, temperature or fullness, than to suffer from both.

Now, except for the warriors, everyone else in the Fire Tribe is skinny.

Hunger has caused serious reductions in the Fire Tribe, and the tribe has even held several meetings to study the issue of whether to eat humans.

Since the last sneak attack, the giant wolves have begun to eat humans to save food, but the tribesmen have not eaten humans yet - it is not ruled out that some people eat them secretly.

The fish in the river are not enough to meet the needs of the Fire Tribe, and with four consecutive years of heavy snow, animals are too scarce and difficult to hunt.

"Go to the sea, everything will be fine. There are enough fish in the sea for the whole tribe."

With this belief, the Fifth Xuan kept urging the tribe to speed up.

Fatigue and hunger have plagued the Fire Tribe for a long time, making the tribesmen even thinner.

The sixth generation leader came up with many ways to solve this problem. He even cut open the trees and tried to let the tribesmen eat the boiled heartwood.

However, this is not a solution. Slowly, he also realized that only by speeding up to the east can the problem be solved.

The entire Fire Tribe is aware of this problem. Everyone contributes their own strength. They try to talk less, move less, and avoid physical exhaustion, just to save the already limited food. Not only

that, some old people will even sneak out of the tribe at night, bury themselves in the snow, and refuse to become a burden to the tribe.

At the beginning, Diwu Xuan would stop them, but gradually, this happened more and more, and even many old people would walk out of the tribe hand in hand. When

they saw Diwu Xuan, they would just kneel down and kowtow, offering their most devout faith, and then walk firmly in the direction away from the team, blending into the darkness and disappearing.

Every time this happened, Diwu Xuan's heart would be extremely heavy, and in the end, he could only bear it silently.

"It's not far, it's not far."

He would comfort himself in this way, and he could only comfort himself.

The ferocious wolf totem didn't care how far the distance was, and the bull totem only knew to complain about his tribesmen who had turned from savages.

The sand totem fire seed could communicate, but the problem was that he seemed to have undergone some changes and was adapting, and he didn't speak most of the time.

Most of the time, the fire of the Sound Tribe did not light the totem fire, and even if it was lit, she looked timid and not very good at communicating with others.

The rest were all spiritual tools, and he had no desire to communicate.

Without communication, after the initial period of discomfort, time seemed to be a lot happier, and more than a year had passed unknowingly.

When the entire tribe turned around a mountain, the snowfield in front suddenly gave Diwu Xuan a familiar feeling.

"Buzz..."

The totem fire of the Sand Tribe suddenly vibrated, which attracted the attention of a group of totems and also attracted the attention of the people of the Sand Tribe nearby.

"What's wrong with you?"

Without lighting the fire, only the Ox Totem could communicate with everyone, so he asked.

Everyone waited quietly for the Bull Totem to pass on his words to everyone, because this guy is a chatterbox.

"He said he felt the blood of the Earth Tribe, the breath left by the warriors who died on the battlefield."

The Bull Totem really passed on the message to everyone, and then attached his own explanation.

"It should be that this idiot has awakened the power of the Earth Tribe in his body. It is estimated that he will become an Earth Totem in a short time. By then, the fire of the Sand Tribe will no longer exist." The

Fifth Xuan nodded in the totem, and his eyes could not help but look further away. He didn't know if he would feel the blood of the Fire Tribe when he got there.

The team moved forward slowly again. This time, the Fifth Xuan slowed down and even forced the tribesmen to eat the limited food.

He did this because he felt that there should be other tribes here. You know, the Earth Tribe was driven out by the Sword Tribe.

And when he left the seaside and headed west to look for the Fire Tribe, the Sword Tribe was still here.

After walking for half a day, before the sun went down, he saw a tribe in the distance.

"Woo~~"

The Wolf Totem looked up to the sky and howled, calling on the Wolf Tribe warriors to charge.

This was not the first time this happened. When the leader of the five hundred people and the sixth generation leader saw the tribe in the distance, their eyes had already noticed the Wolf Totem.

Following her charge, the leader of the five hundred people also led the charge, followed by the leader of the Sun and Moon Totems. Their spiritual weapons were very important in the battle.

Diwu Xuan urged Little Turtle to follow him. He wanted to observe the battlefield from the front line so that he could respond easily.

The howling of the Wolf Totem attracted the attention of the enemy. When the Wolf Tribe rushed forward, the enemy had already come out with weapons to meet them.

"It's the Sword Tribe. Their warriors... look very strong. Aren't they short of food?"

Looking at the strong enemy, Diwu Xuan recognized it as the Sword Tribe at a glance.

While he was observing, the Wolf Totem had already rushed forward, and her ferocious totem power was blooming, rushing into the Sword Tribe like a broken bamboo.

"There are totem warriors, but the knife totem is not a spirit totem yet."

Diwu Xuan judged the ability of the knife totem at a glance, and also estimated the result of the war.

Enemies who have not entered the spirit totem realm are no longer taken seriously by the Fire Tribe.

"More than a hundred years, there has been no progress. This time, it is estimated that the tribe will be exterminated."

Looking at the fierce performance of the Wolf Totem, Diwu Xuan has already judged the outcome of the Knife Tribe.

Today's Wolf Totem is abnormally ferocious, and her murderous heart cannot be controlled by Diwu Xuan at all.

Looking at the wolf tribe totem army madly rushing into the knife tribe, Diwu Xuan couldn't help but think of a hundred years ago.

At that time, the knife tribe came from the other side of the mountain, defeated the water tribe and the grass tribe, and finally fought with the earth tribe, and finally established his dominant position here.

However, more than a hundred years have passed, the former Earth Tribe has become the Sand Tribe, the former Fire Tribe has many allies and many spiritual weapons, but the Sword Tribe has not made any progress and is now a fish on the chopping board.

"If you fall behind, you will be beaten. I hope you can understand this in your next life."

Diwu Xuan was naturally in no mood to plead for the Sword Tribe. After all, the two tribes were once enemies.