Chapter 211: The Gift of the Fire Witch

The sun rose slowly from the east, illuminating the ice surface red.

The Sun Totem warriors came to the sea early and let the totem fire of the Sun Totem break the frozen ice surface last night, so that the warriors could fish.

Many warriors waited here early, and as soon as the ice surface broke, they rushed up with fishing nets.

Over the past ten years, the enthusiasm of the Fire Tribe people for fishing has not diminished at all. Perhaps it will take until all the people of this generation who have suffered from hunger and cold die out before the enthusiasm for storing food will fade.

The sixth generation leader also got up early and began to deal with the affairs of the tribe. He was famous for his diligence.

Now he has bid farewell to his youthful appearance and is heading from prime age to middle age. His face has more beard and majesty, his eyes are less lively and more stable.

His child, the taciturn boy, drank fish soup at home, and then walked towards the altar as usual.

On the way to the altar, he suddenly saw a middle-aged woman wearing a white bear skin coming towards him.

The power in this person is very obscure, but it is not this power that attracts him, but this person's face, which looks familiar.

"Are you the son of the sixth-generation leader?"

The woman's voice is very gentle, but it gives people a feeling of being high above, ethereal and delicate.

The boy looked at him silently, his eyes curiously scanning left and right. He found that the tribesmen always turned a blind eye to this woman who obviously did not belong to the Fire Tribe.

"Yes."

The boy responded, and raised his foot to go around the woman and leave.

"You are not as strong as your father."

The woman took a step sideways, and she came in front of the boy as if floating, blocking his way.

"Huh?"

The boy raised his head in confusion, not understanding why he was stopping him, nor why she mentioned his father.

"My name is Xin. Did your father tell you?"

Seeing that he didn't speak, the woman took the initiative to speak.

The boy widened his eyes in surprise, staring at the woman's face for a long time before speaking: "Aunt?" A

smile appeared on the woman's mature face.

A smile made her lofty, ethereal temperament disappear, but as she retracted her smile, this feeling became stronger again.

"Yes,"

the woman said affirmatively.

"Father often mentions you. I will go tell him. He will be very happy."

The boy, who was rare to be taciturn, was a little excited. He turned around and was about to tell his father, but Xin held him back.

"No need. I came here just to find you."

The boy looked at her in confusion, but then shook his head vigorously: "I can't go with that Cang Wu. After you left, my father missed you very much. If I leave, he will miss me too."

A trace of sadness appeared in her eyes, but it disappeared as the obscure totem power on her body vibrated.

"Cang Wu is dead. I am now Xin Wu. When I ask you to come with me, it is not to leave like I did in the past, but I have something to give you. It is not convenient here."

She turned her head and looked at the altar, as if to say that it was inconvenient there.

The boy nodded to show his understanding. After all, his aunt was no longer a member of the Fire Tribe, and entering the Fire Tribe without permission would cause problems.

Whether it was boiling salt or making bows and arrows, they were all kept secret from the outside world.

"Okay, aunt."

Seeing the boy agree, the Fire Witch heaved a sigh of relief. She had been in the Fire Tribe for too long and was afraid of being recognized.

There were too many totems and spiritual weapons here, and it was not easy for her to hide.

The aunt and nephew walked out of the Fire Tribe south along the road, and then walked west into a dense forest. On the way, the Fire Witch repeatedly confirmed that no one was following them before leading the boy into the dense forest.

After walking through the dense forest, they soon saw a high ground. The high ground and the trees next to it had been cut down.

On a tree stump in the center of the high ground, there stood a large stone. The boy could tell at a glance that this stone was different.

"Totem stone?"

The Fire Tribe has many totems, and as the son of the sixth-generation chief, the boy has naturally seen them all. He can even borrow those totem artifacts to play with.

Not only that, his eldest mother is the next generation witch of the Wolf Tribe, and his biological mother is the current generation witch of the Sand Totem Fire Seed Tribe. Naturally, his knowledge is extraordinary.

"I guess so, but to be more precise, it is a totem fire seed, the totem fire seed of the Chuan Tribe."

The Fire Witch glanced at the big stone and emphasized.

It can be heard that she is full of pride when talking about the Chuan Tribe.

Ten years have passed, and she is no longer the little girl who went from a slave to a member of the Fire Tribe.

Now, she is a powerful witch of the Chuan Tribe. She is proud of the Chuan Tribe and her own tribe.

The boy could naturally see the pride on his aunt's face, but unfortunately he was too young to understand these things. However, he still nodded, because he understood what a totem fire was. His mother's totem was a fire, a sand totem fire.

"Aunt brought you here to give it to you and teach you how to make a scroll."

The woman said, taking out a piece of animal skin from her arms. When the animal skin was opened, there was a bird's-eye view of the Fire Tribe.

This was not just a picture. The characters on it were moving. Some were fishing by the river, some were boiling salt in the tribe, and some were walking around. It looked lifelike and immediately attracted the boy's attention.

"Can I learn?"

the boy asked expectantly.

The Fire Witch smiled, just like the Cang Witch smiled at her at the beginning, with a kind of obscure power.

She reached out and touched the boy's head: "Of course, I'm your aunt."

The boy nodded excitedly, and his eyes looked at the unfolded scroll again. He liked this scroll.

"When you learn it, you can draw it yourself. This is your aunt's, and I can't give it to you."

The fire witch said, and put the scroll into her arms again, and pulled the boy to the totem fire.

She first taught the boy how to dance the sacrificial dance of the Chuan tribe, so that the boy could establish a connection with the totem fire.

Compared with the sacrificial dances that the boy knew, the sacrificial dance of the Chuan tribe has its own unique characteristics.

It moves very little, and there is no hunting, picking, etc. It is not as full of unique charm as the sacrificial dance of the Fire Tribe. The movements are more concentrated between the eyes and hands.

This made him very awkward to dance, especially the complex movements of his hands, which required flexible coordination of his fingers, making him look very clumsy.

He studied until noon, and when his stomach growled, he still hadn't learned all the sacrificial dances.

"Eat something first,"

the firewood witch said, taking out a package of animal skin from his arms. When he opened it, there were some small yellow grains inside.

"This is millet, very delicious."

The boy walked forward curiously to take a look, and sniffed it with his nose. There was a fresh fragrance that made him like it.

"Eat it." The firewood witch smiled and handed the millet to him.

The boy took the millet and ate it in big mouthfuls. He felt that it tasted very sweet.