Chapter 23 Rescue

"Bang... Bang... Bang..."

The Fifth Xuan kept sending out fiery red power, attracting the attention of the third-generation witch.

Finally, the third-generation witch and the witch of the Grass Tribe came together in front of the totem, trying to get inspiration from him.

However, the Fifth Xuan did not have any means of inspiration. All he could do was to keep sending out power in the direction where the second-generation leader fell.

This was a more difficult question than the later "You Do It, I Guess". The two witches sat below with frowns on their faces, while the Fifth Xuan kept releasing power.

His totem was now full of power, and the force he threw out was not great, so he was not worried about not having power. What he was worried about was whether these two idiots could understand what he meant.

The sun was setting, and night was about to come. If he wanted to rescue, he still had a long way to go, and time was running out.

The contact with the second generation leader was intermittent, and it was very likely that he would die completely soon. If they didn't catch him, they would never be able to save him.

"Wuwuwu, Wuwuwuwu?"

The third generation witch finally guessed a similar result. In her words, the totem hoped that they would send more people to participate in the war.

"Although it didn't work, it's almost the same. We have to send people out first."

The fifth Xuan immediately stopped projecting power, which made the third generation witch more certain that she was right.

However, the people of the Grass Tribe did not want to fight. They were so scared of the Knife Tribe that they had no intention of fighting.

"Pointing at you stupid bastards, I'll just blow myself up. There are really totems and tribesmen."

The fifth Xuan was angry and contemptuous, and he looked down on the people of the Grass Tribe even more.

"Woo, woo, woo."

The leader of the Grass Tribe suddenly jumped out and opposed the words of the third-generation witch. This represented the voice of the Grass Tribe, but it surprised Wu Dixuan.

He looked around the tribe carefully and suddenly found that most of the people in the tribe were from the Grass Tribe, and there was no adult male from the Fire Tribe.

"Is this a rebellion?"

Wu Dixuan thought worriedly about the third-generation witch.

"Woo, woo."

The third-generation witch stood up, pointed at the leader of the Grass Tribe angrily, and explained that this was the guidance of the totem, and then looked at the Grass Tribe witch.

The Grass Tribe witch's eyes flickered a little, and she didn't dare to look at her. This expression made Wu Dixuan shudder.

"Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo..."

The chief of the Grass Tribe shouted even louder. Not only did he not want to go, he also wanted to take the tribesmen away from here, escape the war, and live in a place without war.

This idea was recognized by many people in the Grass Tribe. They stood up and expressed their support for the chief of the Grass Tribe.

The body of the third-generation witch was trembling. She just stared at the witch of the Grass Tribe to see what he thought.

"Woo, woo."

The chief of the Grass Tribe expressed his intention to take the fire totem away again.

"Take your grandmother's leg."

The Fifth Xuan cursed angrily and shot out a fireball, causing the chief of the Grass Tribe to be buried in the sea of ​​fire.

This was not stopping. The Fifth Xuan kept firing fireballs. He did not let go of any of the nearly 100 people from the Grass Tribe who stood up, and burned them all to death.

"Who else? Who else? Are you playing the farmer and the snake with me?"

Diwu Xuan kept jumping in the totem, scolding angrily, but his voice could not be heard.

But it was no longer important. His attitude had already made it clear. Everyone knelt in front of him in fear and prayed devoutly.

"Bang... Bang... Bang..."

The fireballs kept shooting in the direction of the second-generation leader. The meaning couldn't be more obvious.

"Woo, woo, woo, woo."

Finally, the third-generation witch decided to go in person. She felt that only by going in person could she judge the meaning of the totem.

"Woo, woo, woo."

The witch of the grass tribe spoke, he was willing to go in place of the third-generation witch to compensate for his inaction just now.

"Don't let him go, he's just a fool. You go. You have a magic wand. When you meet the enemy, just shoot fireballs. It will definitely scare everyone."

The Fifth Xuan expressed his opinion in the tribe, but it didn't matter. No one wanted to listen to his opinion, or no one could hear it.

In the end, the third-generation witch won because she was more stubborn and more confident.

It didn't take too long to organize the team. They just picked out a hundred brave adult men from the Grass Tribe, and they set off in a hurry.

It's not that they didn't want to bring more people, but the remaining people in the Grass Tribe were terrified and didn't dare to go at all.

They set off in the sunset. The Fifth Xuan looked at them from afar, full of worries in his heart. He didn't know whether his decision was right or wrong.

But he didn't regret it, especially after experiencing a rebellion in the Grass Tribe.

These damn cowardly bastards can do nothing but rebel in their own nest. If he hadn't calmed the situation down in time, these people would probably have carried him away.

He was willing to save the second-generation leader even if the entire tribe was destroyed, for the sake of inheritance.

You have to know that the Fire Tribe has come to where it is now, and it has experienced too many ups and downs, and these ups and downs are

precisely what has contributed to the indomitable spirit of the entire tribe. If the adult males suddenly disappeared, and these unreliable people of the Grass Tribe raised the next generation, the tribe would be completely ruined.

Only by passing on the torch can the Fire Tribe be immortal.

Unconsciously, he has already had a strong sense of identity with this place.

The third-generation witch who set out at dusk did not have much hunting experience, but fortunately she communicated with the second-generation leader from time to time, so she was not unfamiliar with the terrain outside.

Soon after leaving the tribe, it was getting dark. Some people suggested returning to the tribe and waiting until tomorrow to move on, while others suggested staying where they were and relying on the light from the staff so that they might be safe at night.

The third generation witch finally showed her determination and ordered everyone to continue moving forward regardless of the beasts.

This was destined to be a difficult journey. There were many beasts at night, and the mountain road was difficult to walk on. Everyone could only rely on the staff in the third generation witch's hand to observe the path.

Wild beasts attacked from time to time along the way, injuring several people, but the third generation witch still let everyone move forward, and even killed a retreater with a fireball.

Late at night, everyone finally walked out of the forest, and the edge of the forest was where the second generation leader had fought.

"Woo woo woo."

The third generation witch ran forward in panic. She had judged that they were from the Fire Tribe through the animal skins they were wearing.

"   Woo

woo   ...   ​   ​   ​   "Woo, woo, woo."   The third generation witch called again and again, but the second generation leader did not answer at all. He lay there coldly, as if dead.