Chapter 212 The Firewood Shaman's Warning

When the boy came out of the jungle and returned to the Fire Tribe, the sun had already set and the earth was shrouded in darkness.

He hurried back home, fearing that his father and mother would worry, but when he got home he found that neither of them had returned.

Because the Firewood Shaman didn't have any dinner, he had to go home for dinner, and his mother had gone to the Sand Tribe, and his father hadn't returned yet, so he could only go to the Great Mother's room.

"Didn't you eat? Great Mother will cook you a fish."

Seeing the boy coming, the next generation of witches from the Wolf Tribe happily stood up, cooked a fish for him, and added a lot of coarse sea salt.

Sea salt is precious, even if the Fire Tribe produces salt, it is equally precious, but for this boy, she was willing to give it up.

She herself had no children, and it seemed that she couldn't have children anymore, so she treated the boy as her own child.

In the past two years, the fire of the Sand Totem has been showing signs of changing, so the witch of the Sand Tribe has to go out and be busy. Most of the time, she has been taking care of the boy.

"Thank you, Great Mother."

The boy smiled at her, his mouth wide open, his smile was very sweet and silly.

"You spent another day on the altar today?"

Looking at the boy eating the fish in front of her, she sat in front of the boy and asked with concern.

"No, today I went outside the tribe and played in the jungle over there."

He always had a lot to say to the Great Mother. Although he didn't tell the secret of the fire witch, he didn't lie either.

"Be careful and come back early at night."

The next generation witch of the Wolf Tribe said with concern.

The boy nodded, ate the fish in a few quick bites, and couldn't wait to return to his home.

The Sixth Chief and the Shatuteng Fire Shaman had not returned yet, so he lit torches at home and practiced those complicated hand gestures by the light of the torches. His

ten fingers kept crossing and twisting, and the order was so complicated that he sometimes couldn't remember it, so he had to stop and think.

He practiced like this until his mother came back, then he stopped and lay on the animal skin to prepare for sleep.

"Dinner at your great mother's house again?"

There was a little dissatisfaction in the voice of the Shatuteng Fire Shaman.

"Well, I'm sleepy."

The boy responded and immediately turned over and fell asleep, not wanting to talk to his mother about this issue.

There were some nagging sounds behind him, but the boy pretended not to hear them, covered his head with the animal skin, and slowly fell asleep.

The next morning, he got up early and walked out of the tribe, heading towards the jungle in the west.

The firewood witch had been waiting here early, and the aunt and nephew did not communicate much, and immediately entered the learning state.

At noon, the firewood witch took out the yellow millet that the boy loved to eat, and after dinner, the boy began to practice again.

After dark, the boy returned home late again, had dinner at his grandmother's house, and then went home alone to practice.

In this way, by the afternoon of the third day, he finally learned the whole set of movements and could dance the tribal sacrificial dance alone.

Although the movements are still unfamiliar, at least there are no mistakes.

The firewood witch was very surprised at the ability shown by her nephew. You have to know that when she first learned it, it took her nephew twice as long to learn it.

She didn't know that the reason why the boy learned so quickly was because he liked to look around every day on the altar and rarely did anything else.

So he learned the eye movements very quickly, and he practiced the hand movements very hard these days. After

completing the teaching of the sacrificial dance, the boy was able to gain power from the totem fire, and the fire witch began to teach him how to make a scroll.

This process was even slower because it involved many details such as the canvas, dye, brushstrokes, and the use of totem power. The fire witch taught him every day, and the boy learned every day. In this way, more than a month passed.

On this day, after the boy finished learning how to make a scroll, he packed up the dye and scroll and turned to leave, but the fire witch did not leave as usual, but stood where he was.

When the boy completely disappeared from her sight, her face became a little cold, and she slowly said: "Come out."

The boy's eldest mother, the next generation witch of the wolf tribe, slowly walked out of the jungle, holding a stone knife in her hand, sitting on the giant wolf, and looking up and down at the firewood witch.

"Are you...firewood?"

The next generation witch of the wolf tribe recognized the person in front of her, and she was slightly surprised.

"You are more vigilant than my brother."

The firewood witch said.

"They are too busy, and I am a little free."

She took back the stone knife in her hand and patted the giant wolf under her body soothingly, asking him not to get excited.

"You have been observing for a long time, why didn't you come forward, but came today."

The firewood witch felt very early that after the boy entered the jungle, there would always be a tail following behind him, but this tail never came close, so she didn't care.

At first, she thought that the boy had revealed something, but later, through observation of the boy, she denied this possibility.

So someone must have noticed something, and she thought it was her brother, but it turned out to be her brother's wife, which surprised her, but what was even more surprising was that the person who had followed for half a month showed up today.

"His power can no longer be hidden from others."

The next generation witch of the Wolf Tribe spoke.

"That obscure totem power is very eye-catching."

The fire witch suddenly realized that she herself had not considered this problem, or rather, had not considered it thoroughly.

With this kind of power in her, she can use it to avoid the prying eyes of others. Even if a warrior comes towards her, she can make him ignore her.

But the boy obviously does not have this ability, not to mention that he is surrounded by either leaders or witches, which makes it easier to be seen through.

"In that case, it's time for me to leave."

"Don't you want to see your brother?" The next generation witch of the Wolf Tribe was a little surprised.

"It's not easy to see him. I don't know what to say even if I see him."

The Fire Witch thought about it, and finally shook her head and refused.

"This piece of tribal totem fire is a gift from me to my nephew. As for how to use it, I have already taught him. Remember to tell my brother." The next generation

witch of the Wolf Tribe looked at the totem fire and nodded to show that she understood.

"Also, tell my brother that the Ice Bear Tribe in the north is coming south, so let him be prepared."

The Fire Witch's words made the next generation witch of the Wolf Tribe look at her nervously, but then she nodded to show that she understood.

"Leave these dyes to my nephew. It's freezing and snowy, and there aren't many dyes left. I've already told him how to find them. It's up to him whether he can find them or not."

The Fire Witch said another sentence, then smiled at her sister-in-law, and then turned and left.

When she left, she stepped on the air and climbed up the ladder step by step, just like the Cang Witch had taken her down from the sky to the battlefield.

The gloomy power always enveloped her, making her look mysterious and ethereal.

"What a weird tribe." The

next generation of witches from the Wolf Tribe said, touching the giant wolf's head, gently pinching its legs, and the giant wolf turned around and ran towards the Fire Tribe.

Halfway through, she saw a young man walking alone in the snow, and she took the boy home directly.

Instead of rushing to see her husband, she cooked for the boy, and then she took the boy to tell her husband everything.

In her opinion, no matter how big the problem is, she should not let the young go hungry, because she has tasted the feeling of being hungry.

The sufferings that the previous generation has experienced should not be made to the next generation, because that feeling is not pleasant.