Chapter 25 Grass Wizard

Most of the time, people don’t get what they want, even if they become totems.

Diwu Xuan particularly dislikes the Grass Tribe Wizard, and he even did a detailed self-analysis for this.

One of the sources of this dislike is because the Grass Tribe Wizard was not a wizard he brought up.

Except for the short wizard who made him feel like a friend, he has regarded himself as an elder since the second generation of wizards.

And all his younger generations have grown up with his own eyes, except for the Grass Tribe Wizard.

In addition to this reason, another reason is the dissatisfaction with the Grass Tribe Wizard who accidentally sold his own totem.

If he was not a totem, he would not feel so empathetic, after all, it was just an accident, but unfortunately he is a totem, and the Grass Tribe Wizard became his second wizard.

Therefore, he was afraid that this fool would sell him out one day just like he sold the totem of the Grass Tribe.

These two reasons were rooted deep in his heart, and made him dislike the witch of the Grass Tribe. However, just like life, most of the time we don’t get what we want.

He didn’t like the witch of the Grass Tribe, but he had to rely on the witch of the Grass Tribe.

This was not because all the adult men of the Fire Tribe today were from the Grass Tribe, but because of the performance of the witch of the Grass Tribe along the way.

Compared with the witch of the Grass Tribe, the third-generation witch is indeed a bit dwarfed.

Whether it is the arrangement of the tribe’s route or the ability to respond when a crisis occurs, the third-generation witch is inferior to the witch of the Grass Tribe.

A big reason for this is that the third-generation witch relies too much on the second-generation leader, and unfortunately, after five days of eastward advancement, the second-generation leader has not woken up yet.

He could only survive by relying on the fruit juice that others brought to his mouth and the grass-green power in the witch's staff of the Grass Tribe.

Diwu Xuan silently watched the sleeping second-generation leader, and looked at the dense treetops above his head boredly from time to time.

He was protected in the innermost layer by everyone, and when there was no totem fire, his sensing range would be reduced a lot, which made him feel very depressed.

"When will my wifi signal be good?"

The wifi he was talking about was the totem fire. Only when the totem fire existed could he release his power, have a deeper connection with the witch, and sense a farther range.

"Roar~~"

Suddenly a huge roar came from the front, and Diwu Xuan was sure that he had never heard such a violent roar.

"What kind of monster is that?"

He was curious and wanted to push aside the crowd to see, but unfortunately he couldn't even shoot a fireball now. This was the sadness of the totem.

The team in front was in chaos. There was a roar of primitive people coming from afar. The team stopped quickly and the people in front were running away. The roar came

from far away, and there was noise and chaos in the direction where the sound came from. Diwu Xuan curiously tried to look through the gap, but unfortunately he was protected very well and couldn't see anything.

"Wuwuwu, Wuwuwu..."

A sound came from the front, which meant that they encountered a tiger with fangs. It was very ferocious, so the team behind took a detour.

"A tiger with fangs? A saber-toothed tiger?"

Diwu Xuan was no longer in the mood to watch the excitement. He just hoped that the team would turn around quickly and escape.

It was different from the spotted tiger he had seen before, which was still an ordinary wild beast.

The saber-toothed tiger was definitely a dominant beast in this era. He had wondered why he had never seen such a legendary creature before, but he had seen it now, and it was at the most desperate time for the tribe.

Although there were many adult males in the Grass Tribe, they were really incomparable to the adult males in the Fire Tribe, especially in terms of fighting talent. They looked like young handsome men from later generations...

The whole team quickly turned around and fled. Diwu Xuan was tightly guarded in the center. He could only occasionally see bloodstains, broken arms, and mutilated bodies on the grass as he passed by.

Whenever the saber-toothed tiger approaches them, these young men will burst out with rare courage to attract the attention of the saber-toothed tiger.

They are using their lives to protect Diwu Xuan, and Diwu Xuan can't do anything, which makes him feel uncomfortable.

Although he is not so close to the people of the Grass Tribe, as the Grass Tribe totem enters his body, the Grass Tribe in a practical sense no longer exists, and they are all people of the Fire Tribe.

Seeing them risking their lives to block the eyes, Diwu Xuan, who had a heart of stone, melted this layer of diaphragm.

"If you can't do it, just scatter and run. You don't understand the habits of the saber-toothed tiger at all. Don't sacrifice yourself like this."

Diwu Xuan shouted in the totem, but his voice could not be transmitted as usual.

This chaos lasted from the afternoon until dark. The saber-toothed tiger may have killed enough prey or was afraid of the night, anyway, it no longer followed the team.

The Fire Tribe, which had escaped a disaster, was full of wounded, and the only thing that could be used for medical treatment was the staff of the second witch.

Yes, after this incident, the Fifth Xuan decided not to call the Grass Tribe witch by his name anymore. He decided to call this guy, whom he despised, by the name of the second witch to show his closeness.

"If you can't do it, set up a totem and light the totem fire. I have a lot of power and can heal more people. Can you hear me? Hey, you idiot, the idiot whose hair turned green holding the green staff, can you hear me?"

Of course, he couldn't hear it. The third generation witch still sat beside the second generation leader, while the second witch walked in the camp full of wounded soldiers.

He didn't dare to use the green power wantonly, because he had to keep it for the second generation leader, so he could only use some other techniques to heal the tribesmen, such as chewing the grass roots.

"You are going to follow the path of Shennong, so you will be called Shennong witch in the future. No, no, you are not worthy of Shennong, so you will be called Baicao witch."

Diwu Xuan gave the second witch a new name in the totem. He felt that this name was very noble and completely worthy of the second witch.

Baicao Wu naturally couldn't hear Diwu Xuan's voice, but he still glanced at the tribal totem in between treating the wounded members of the tribe, because he vaguely felt that his connection with the totem had become closer.

There was a hidden connection between the totem and the witch. They were not close enough before because of the rejection in the heart of the Fifth Xuan. When this rejection disappears, they will naturally become closer.

After only one night's rest, the team set out again. The rugged mountain road was not suitable for the wounded to walk, but it was almost unimaginable to stay here.

They had only seen the big tiger with fangs in their lives. It was too ferocious. If it hadn't given up the attack, the whole tribe might have been harmed by it.

This place is not safe, and we must continue to the east.

In this way, the team moved forward again, and the second-generation leader was still in a deep sleep and had never woken up.

"You will become a vegetable if you do this."

The Fifth Xuan couldn't help but remind the unconscious second-generation leader in the totem, but it was in vain.

"Will it be better to stimulate him? Since he can contact me, I'll give it a try. We can't let the tribe be without its leader."

In the days that followed, Diwu Xuan began to try to contact the comatose second-generation leader every day, hoping that he would wake up.