Chapter 20 The Earth Tribe Asks for Help

There is nothing special about the fiery red power, at least Fifth Xuan never thought it was special before, but it was different after the comparison with the grass green power.

After the two tribes merged, the third-generation witch and the Grass Tribe witch and the leaders of the two tribes began to busy themselves with arranging matters for the fusion of the two tribes, while Fifth Xuan was studying the grass green power with great interest.

This power is very effective in preservation. If he had this power before, perhaps the second-generation leader's idea of ​​collecting a large number of berries and storing them could be realized.

But compared to its ability in this aspect, the grass green power is a bit dwarfed in heating.

"I wonder if there are other effects, such as what will happen if I hit it out?"

As soon as the idea came out, Fifth Xuan couldn't help but hit a big tree with the grass green power, and then the big tree grew fatter at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Such a strong vitality, can it heal the wounded?"

Diwu Xuan glanced at the injured people in the tribe, thought for a while, and finally did not rashly shoot out the grass green flame.

While he was thinking, the witch of the Grass Tribe had already run over, jumping and jumping beside him, very excited.

"You must be a fool."

Diwu Xuan did not like him. If it were not for this fool, the totem will of the Grass Tribe might not have died.

He did not want to follow the dust of the totem will of the Grass Tribe, so he particularly disliked this witch.

"I wonder if this power can be used in the staff." Regardless

of the excitement of the witch of the Grass Tribe, Diwu Xuan's eyes looked at the staff in the hand of the third-generation witch, but he did not dare to try.

The skull on the staff was fiery red, and it might not be able to withstand the grass green power. If it was accidentally damaged, it would be too much of a loss.

The entire Fire Tribe only has this one magic wand, which can fire fireballs. It is the strongest power of the tribe and cannot be used for experiments.

He looked at the powder of the grass-patterned stone that fell on the ground. There was an irregular oval stone there.

"Try this."

Diwu Xuan thought to himself, and directly shot out a grass-green flame. The flame entered the irregular stone and was stored inside.

"It works. As long as you hold it in your hand, it should be a magic wand. This idiot got it cheap."

Diwu Xuan said with some dissatisfaction, and then saw the witch of the Grass Tribe pounce on the oval stone like a mad dog.

As the Grass Tribe merged into the Fire Tribe, the Fire Tribe instantly grew larger, and the original population of more than 300 people expanded directly to a tribe of more than 1,000 people.

Because the Grass Tribe was forced to relocate, when the previous witch of the Grass Tribe led away the enemies, most of the people he took away were the old, weak, women and children. In

this era, there is no rule of women first, and there is no rule of respecting the elderly and loving the young. All decisions are based on the premise of the survival of the tribe.

In this situation, there is no better way to survive the tribe than to let the strong men leave safely, so the largest number of people added this time are adult men, more than 600 people.

The rest are mostly women, more than 300 people, more than 100 children, and no babies.

This combination made the Fifth Xuan feel very comfortable at first, after all, men represent strength, represent strength, and are the foundation of the tribe.

However, the serious imbalance in the ratio of men to women made the Fifth Xuan very uncomfortable.

Although this world has no sense of propriety, righteousness, and integrity, Diwu Xuan does. After being educated for so many years, he has a gangster nature in his heart, and he can't stand the scene of more than 600 men enjoying more than 300 women.

"Dirty, too dirty."

Diwu Xuan looked at those shameless people, wishing he could spit on the ground and despised them fiercely.

Just as he was looking at them with envy or jealousy, the Earth Tribe's request for help broke the enthusiastic fusion of the Fire Tribe and the Grass Tribe.

"Wuwuwu, Wuwuwuwuwu..."

The Earth Tribe people who asked for help explained the situation outside with words and gestures. It was basically the Knife Tribe - the Earth Tribe described the knife as a weapon and sharp, and Diwu Xuan directly changed it to the Knife Tribe.

After the Knife Tribe destroyed the Water Tribe, they did not stop their pace, but went all the way north and had already fought with the Earth Tribe.

The Earth Tribe relied on their large numbers, strong physique, and many stone spears exchanged from the Fire Tribe, so they were not as vulnerable as the Grass Tribe and the Water Tribe.

But the prospects were not optimistic. They were not good at fighting. In several conflicts, the Earth Tribe was always at a disadvantage and suffered serious casualties.

If it were not for the close watch of the Knife Tribe and the large population of the Earth Tribe, they would have retreated westward.

The reason they did not choose to go north was because there was a wide river there, which was difficult to cross, and it was said that there was a powerful tribe on the other side of the river, so they did not dare to go. Although

the large team did not retreat westward, the Earth Tribe had already separated a small group of people to retreat westward with the fire.

Fire, this was the first time that the Fifth Xuan heard this name, and the third generation witch did the same, so he raised questions about it.

However, the person who delivered the message obviously did not understand the meaning of the fire, and could not explain it clearly for a while. Fortunately, with the Grass Tribe, he understood what the fire was.

The so-called fire is a stone with a trace of totemic power. It must be separated from the tribal totem through special methods as a way to continue the tribal totem in the future.

After listening to it, Diwu Xuan suddenly realized that his original state was the fire.

He looked at the stone on the staff in the hands of the Grass Tribe witch with curiosity, and estimated that it could also be used as a fire.

"Stone is OK, can the skull be used?"

Diwu Xuan looked at the skull on the staff in the hands of the third-generation witch with curiosity.

"Wuwuwu."

The third-generation witch was thinking about the problem of the fire, and the second-generation leader asked the Earth Tribe what help they needed.

"Woo, woo, woo."

Strong men, hard stone spears, the more the better.

Faced with such a request, the Fire Tribe remained silent.

The witch and the chief of the Grass Tribe had just merged into the Fire Tribe, so it was difficult for them to express their opinions. At the same time, they were also afraid of the Knife Tribe and did not dare to confront them.

The second-generation chief of the Fire Tribe only wanted to protect his own tribe and had little interest in supporting the Earth Tribe. As for the third-generation witch...she was still thinking about the fire.

The second-generation chief, who knew her better, woke her up and explained the Earth Tribe's requirements to her.

The third-generation witch was about to refuse, but just as she was about to say it, she took it back and looked at the Fire Totem.

"It's hard for me to answer this question."

Diwu Xuan understood what she meant instantly, but he was helpless.

According to his idea, support must be provided. First of all, we must know the enemy, and by the way, see if the Earth Tribe can resist.

If possible, he will help to the death. Diwu Xuan still understands the principle of lips and teeth being cold.

If the Tu tribe can't resist, and the enemy is indeed strong, then we can prepare for retreat after seeing this. We can't just wait for the enemy to come to us.

But he couldn't convey these thoughts. All he could say was yes or no, but this was not a simple yes or no.

If he said yes, these two idiots would lead the entire tribe to support them, which would be courting death.

In the fifth Xuan knot, the third-generation witch had already started the ceremony, offering berries and beast meat, cutting his palms, and dripping blood into the totem fire.

A connection was established in the dark, and the fifth Xuan began to give his own answer.

"Unlimited supply of stone spears, a small number of elite soldiers to support, and make the situation clear... Unlimited supply of stone spears, a small number of elite soldiers to support, and make the situation clear..."

Regardless of whether the complicated information could be conveyed, the fifth Xuan chose to finish his words.

"Woo woo woo."

The third generation witch got the answer and announced loudly.

"Go fight you big head ghost, you think you are a superman, they have knives, they have knives."

The fifth Xuan shouted in the fire totem, but the people of the fire tribe could not hear him at all. They just followed their witch's answer and excitedly raised their stone spears and waved them endlessly.

"A bunch of spoons with muscles in their brains, can you move the muscles in your brains?" The fifth Xuan complained weakly.