Chapter 24 Migration to the East

When the third generation witch returned with the team, a faint light had already appeared in the sky.

Diwu Xuan lowered the ten-foot-high totem fire and looked at the second-generation leader in the center of the silent team, feeling both angry and distressed.

He hated him for killing all the adult males of the Fire Tribe, and he distressed his determination to fight to the death and his loyalty to the tribe.

This was the first person other than the witch who could connect with him, and the connection was established at a very long distance.

Even at this time, the weak connection still existed, and he could even feel the faint vitality of the second-generation leader.

"Life and death are left to fate."

Looking at the second-generation leader placed in front of him, Diwu Xuan muttered to himself, urging the grass-green power to surge into the body of the second-generation leader.

The grass-green power formed a pillar of fire, which continuously flowed from the totem into the body of the second-generation leader.

The strong vitality flowed into the second-generation leader's body along with the grass-green power, and the pain in his body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Pu Tong, Pu Tong, Pu Tong..."

The heartbeat gradually became stronger, and the face of the second-generation leader became red.

"Wu Wu Wu."

The third-generation witch knelt down in front of the totem and praised the totem of his tribe sincerely.

The grass tribe witch followed suit as if he had seen a miracle, and was more pious than the third-generation witch.

The grass-green power was the power of the grass tribe, so it was not surprising that he had such a reaction, but the fifth Xuan did not give him a good look.

Of course, the grass tribe witch could not see his expression.

"Woo, woo, woo..."

After the third generation witch bowed, he glanced at the unconscious second generation leader, and asked the witch of the Grass Tribe about the situation in confusion.

"Woo, woo."

The witch of the Grass Tribe replied: Soul.

The body can be restored through strength, but the overdrawn soul power needs to be restored slowly, which is not something that the totem power of the Grass Tribe can solve.

After settling the second generation leader, the two witches sat beside the totem and began to discuss the future of the Fire Tribe.

First, the third generation witch explained what she saw, and Diwu Xuan also listened carefully.

The tragic battlefield, the grasslands full of corpses, the desperate Earth Tribe, everything, all reflected the strength of the Knife Tribe.

After discussing for a while, the witch of the Grass Tribe did not have any practical ideas, except to escape.

The third generation witch was also very confused.

Running away does not mean safety, and may even lead to greater dangers. However, staying here may lead to invasion by the Knife Tribe, which is also dangerous.

"Woo... woo?"

The witch of the Grass Tribe looked at Diwu Xuan, indicating that the third-generation witch could pray to the totem to solve his doubts.

The third-generation witch also had the same intention, and stood up to prepare for the communication ceremony.

Seeing the third-generation witch's actions, Diwu Xuan's eyes were withdrawn from the broken stone knives.

The stone knives were brought back by the third-generation witch. They were all broken and unusable, but the traces of polishing were still there, and the sharp blades could also be seen.

"Sure enough, they are not of the same order of magnitude." Diwu Xuan sighed in his heart, and he also had a clear understanding of the future of the tribe.

If you have to pick the most important factor in the war, then Diwu Xuan would first choose weapons.

During the most courageous period of the Han Dynasty, the Han people fought against the five barbarians, relying on the advantages of weapons and armor.

If one or two people were fighting against sharp stone knives with unpolished stone spears, they might be able to win by relying on bravery and experience, but when the war escalates to a certain scale, the role of bravery and experience will be greatly reduced.

It's like a martial arts master who can fight ten people at once, but on the battlefield, rows and rows of soldiers are crowded together, and there is no space to move left or right, so how can he fight more than ten people?

At this time, weapons stand out, and no one can hide. Everyone has to work hard to rush forward and kill. The competition is about whose weapon is sharper and whose armor is harder.

When using wooden sticks and stone spears to fight against the enemy's sharp long knives, the second-generation leader and the people of the Fire Tribe must have looked particularly ignorant and tragic.

Unfortunately, he could not see these scenes. He was just a totem that could not move. He did not even have the opportunity to speak before, but now he could only say yes or no.

"Woo, woo, woo..."

The voice of the third-generation witch was transmitted to the totem, asking whether to migrate.

"Let's go, go far away and avoid the enemy." The Fifth Xuan replied weakly.

This was the second migration of the Fire Tribe, and for him, it was the third time.

He had experienced it once before the little witch named the tribe, and that time was the most dangerous. The enemies who rushed into the tribe almost smashed him to pieces. If the little witch had not desperately protected him, he would have died long ago.

After that, he experienced another migration from the top of the mountain to here.

He seemed a little passive during this process, because at that time he was in a weak period after breaking through the Heaven and Earth Prison for the first time, and his entire will was dormant.

"Woo woo."

The third-generation witch conveyed the decision of the Fifth Xuan: migration.

The tribe was rarely excited by the appearance of the totem, but many people secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The Grass Tribe witch was even a little angry. He suddenly felt sad for the leader of the Grass Tribe. If he had not jumped out earlier, he could have lived and migrated with the tribe.

However, if the Fifth Xuan knew about his idea, he would definitely laugh at his stupidity.

Did the Grass Tribe leader jump out because he wanted to migrate? Or he himself thought it was because of this reason, but in fact the deeper reason was the desire for power.

Don't think that primitive people are fools. They also have instinctive desires of human beings. Not to mention intelligent humans, even beasts have the desire to fight for power. This is an instinct that is rooted deep in all souls.

In his previous life, Diwu Xuan even thought that this was evil for a while, but as he experienced more, he found that this might not be a bad thing.

Everyone is lazy, and the best way to resist laziness is ideals, followed by desires.

The former is beautiful and makes people yearn for it, while the latter seems much more vulgar, but many times, people who rely on the latter are more likely to achieve relative success, which is an indisputable fact.

The entire Fire Tribe took action, collecting food, sorting animal skins, and making enough stone spears.

The only two people in the tribe who did not have to work were the third-generation witch and the Grass Tribe witch. They had more important things to do, which was to determine the future direction of the tribe.

"Woo."

The third-generation witch pointed to the east and said without hesitation.

The witch of the Grass Tribe twitched his eyes, and fear appeared in his eyes.

The deeper they moved into the jungle, the more and more ferocious wild beasts there were.

"Woo woo."

The witch of the Grass Tribe pointed to the north and asked tentatively.

"Woo woo woo..."

The third-generation witch drew with his pen, indicating that there was a big river in the north that was impossible to cross, and it was said that there was a more powerful tribe on the other side of the river.

The witch of the Grass Tribe nodded helplessly and looked to the west. That was the direction of the grassland. The Sword Tribe and the Earth Tribe were still fighting, and their large team could not pass through.

He looked to the south again. That side... forget it. The Sword Tribe came from there. Don't let yourself get out of the wolf's den and fall into the tiger's mouth.

In the end, he could only agree helplessly, but his gaze to the east was filled with deep worry.

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