Chapter 22 Cruelty

Jackals were circling the battlefield waiting for their chance, vultures were hovering in the sky, and primitive people on the ground were fighting.

The stone spears of the Earth Tribe were almost used up, but fortunately they still had enough sturdy wooden sticks and long knives snatched from the enemy.

The battle had been going on for many days, and the tribe was deeply mired in the quagmire of war. The Knife Tribe that came from afar made them feel powerless and helpless.

However, the demise of the Grass Tribe and the Water Tribe made them dare not give up, so they could only fight bravely, day after day, and the battle continued.

And on this day, the battle changed slightly. The Fire Tribe people who came out from one side attracted a part of the enemy, which gave them hope.

However, hope was extinguished in the blink of an eye. The Fire Tribe fired three waves of stone spears, but was then approached by the Sword Tribe. The two sides fought each other, and the performance of the Fire Tribe was not much better than that of the Earth Tribe.

The manpower of the two tribes was suppressed by the Sword Tribe.

The second-generation leader of the Fire Tribe was fighting with the stone knife he had taken from the enemy he had killed, but he had never used a stone knife before, and his clumsy movements were like those of a child compared to the Sword Tribe.

"Woo, woo, woo."

He shouted while fighting, asking the tribesmen to gather around him, and he would protect everyone, and swear to protect everyone until his death.

One by one, the Fire Tribe members fell to the ground, with unwillingness, confusion, and doubt in their eyes.

They had never experienced such a failure. Even when facing a huge brown bear, they could still fight and kill. But facing these short enemies, they were as fragile as children.

In the first wave of contact, most of the stone spears were cut off by the enemy's sword. With only short sticks left in their hands, they immediately became lambs to be slaughtered.

The stone knife pierced the neck of the Fire Tribe man and stabbed into the chest of the Fire Tribe man. Each time, it could take a life.

The second-generation leader's eyes were red, and anger burned his reason. He fought with the enemy violently, ignoring the several deep scars on his body that could see the bones and the stone knife stuck in his back.

"Wuwuwu..."

His heart was full of hatred for these invaders and these cruel enemies.

"Pah."

The stone knife in his hand broke when he collided with the enemy, but he rushed towards the enemy without any care, and pressed the enemy with his tall body.

"Bang."

In the process of falling, he hit the enemy's chin with his forehead, directly breaking the enemy's chin.

"Kacha."

His right hand instantly grabbed the enemy's neck, crushed it with force, and killed the enemy.

"Roar."

He jumped up from the ground with a roar and rushed towards another enemy.

He was the most eye-catching and the most hated person on the entire battlefield. Countless stone knives greeted him.

But he was fearless and directly used his arm to block the sharp blade, leaving bloody scars on his arm.

Finally, his fearlessness inspired the bloodiness of the Fire Tribe people. These warriors who had fought in the jungle for many years finally showed their strength, no longer afraid of stone knives, and bravely fought with bloodiness.

If their arms were broken, they would bite with their teeth. If their legs were broken, they would lie on the ground and hold the enemy's feet, knock him down, and then crush him to death.

The whole scene was extremely bloody and cruel, but the Fire Tribe people did not retreat.

In order to survive, they crossed the mountains, walked through the snowfields, and finally escaped into the deep forest to live with tigers and leopards, fighting for food and survival.

The people of the Fire Tribe are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of dying in vain. In desperate situations, they will never ask for mercy. This is the power rooted in their blood and the continuation of their will.

"Roar."

The Fire Tribe leader's arms could no longer be raised. The tendons in his hands had been cut, so they could only hang powerlessly on both sides of his body. But he still had his feet, his head, and his teeth.

He kicked away an enemy that was flying towards him, twisted his body to avoid the enemy's long sword, and bit the enemy's ear.

"Ahhh..."

The enemy screamed in pain, but he didn't care. He just bit hard and bit off half of the enemy's face along with the ear.

"Puchi."

A long knife pierced his waist from the left side. The soft waist and abdomen had no bones to protect it, so even a blunt stone knife could penetrate it, not to mention that the enemy's stone knife was polished to be very sharp.

"Roar."

He roared and struggled, trying to get up and continue attacking.

He could endure the pain and the hurt, but the powerlessness caused by the massive blood loss made him unable to struggle.

"Woo, woo, woo."

The enemy on the opposite side was roaring. He was praising him and calling him a warrior, while the enemy had already pulled the knife out of his waist, ready to stab his neck and give him a fatal blow.

"Fire."

This is the word taught to him by the third-generation witch. The third-generation witch said that this was taught to her by the totem in the dark, representing the name of the tribe.

Before he died, he wanted to shout it out to tell the enemy on the opposite side that he was a warrior of the Fire Tribe.

In the distance, the Fifth Xuan, who was worried about their safety, suddenly felt the location of the second-generation leader at the moment when the leader of the Fire Tribe shouted the word "fire", and felt his will to survive and his impending death.

All this happened very abruptly, but Diwu Xuan was sure that it was true.

He sat in the totem day and night, and his whole body was very sensitive, so he could clearly sense any fluctuations.

"What's wrong with you? What's wrong? How can I help you? Tell me, tell me."

Diwu Xuan shouted in the direction of this perception, and the ten-foot-high totem fire of the Fire Tribe suddenly rose again, more than three feet.

His perception was instantly greatly enhanced, but it was not enough to reach the edge of the deep forest, but it didn't matter, because the connection became closer.

"Woo woo?"

The Sword Tribe member who wanted to kill the second generation leader stopped in confusion. He did not understand what this warrior who deserved his respect was saying.

"Guo... cough cough... pot..."

The Fire Tribe leader coughed up blood and repeated the unclear word "fire". His eyes began to fade and his body fell weakly, but he did not fall because the enemy grabbed him.

"You can't die. The Fire Tribe can't do without you. You are the seeds of the tribe and the future of the tribe."

The Fifth Xuan anxiously roared along this connection, wanting to pass on his power. However, he could not pass on the power of the Fire Totem to others in the tribe, let alone across such a long space.

In his perception, the second generation leader became weaker and weaker, and finally the whole person seemed to become a candle that was about to go out and swayed in the wind and rain.

He roared again and again, but there was no response. The connection was still there, but the other side was too weak to convey a clear will.

"Woo, woo, woo."

The enemy praised the leader of the Fire Tribe again, and seeing him fall to the ground, they thought he was dead and turned to kill the other members of the Fire Tribe.

At this stop, the 48 people from the Fire Tribe who came here were almost wiped out. Only the second-generation leader, lying in a pool of blood, still had a faint breath.

However, night was approaching, and the people of the Knife Tribe had evacuated, and the jackals began to stir.