Chapter 275: The Tapir Totem

The wizard is coming back from the seaside. Normally, he would not take the road to the northern warehouse, because it would be a long detour.

But he came out to relieve the depression caused by his inability to fully understand the actions of the totem enlightenment a month ago, so the distance is not important to him, or it has lost its meaning.

From the enlightenment, he had some insights, as if he had once again witnessed everything that the wizard did in the world of light spots.

Although the actions were different and the methods were different, it gave him a sense of déjà vu.

This made him put down the totem text temporarily and think about this problem every day. After thinking hard for more than a month, he already had some ideas, but there were still some confusions that he didn't know how to solve.

Because of these problems, he went out to relax. On the way back, he suddenly saw a ferocious tapir running out of the jungle like crazy.

There was an arrow stuck in its left eye, and it was still trembling.

Just when the witch was surprised, he found that the ferocious tapir also stopped for a moment in surprise. Then the witch vaguely saw a shadow rushing behind the ferocious tapir, as if it had stabbed it with a spear.

Then... the ferocious tapir went completely crazy.

It roared and cried, and its four hooves kept jumping on the ground, and it would even jump high to relieve the pain.

But the more it moved, the more painful the injuries to its body were. When it was finally a little tired, it fell to the ground and began to wail and gasp.

The witch walked forward slowly, and he found that the belly of the vicious tapir was particularly large, and it looked like... it was pregnant.

"Witch, please be careful, let us do it."

The captain of this team had already run over, and saw the witch, and hurried forward to stop the witch from approaching.

"Pregnant?"

The witch didn't have to go forward, but just glanced at the warrior who pierced the vicious tapir's back garden, and then looked at the captain and asked.

"Yes, I don't know what went wrong, I rushed towards the Fire Tribe."

The captain explained, but he held the stone spear straight in his hand, fearing that the vicious tapir would continue to go crazy.

The witch looked at the vicious tapir that was panting and wailing, especially at its right eye, as if it was holding tears.

"Is its child still saveable?"

the witch asked.

The captain was surprised for a moment, not understanding why he asked this question, but his eyes swept towards Shi.

The spear just now was stabbed by Shi, he should know it best.

"It's hopeless."

Shi said affirmatively.

When he attacked, he deliberately adjusted the direction of his force, not upward, but horizontally or even pressing downward, because he wanted to pierce the belly of the vicious tapir and cause greater damage.

The witch frowned and walked forward slowly.

"Wu, be careful."

The captain reminded hurriedly.

The witch's status in the Fire Tribe is not low, especially since he is the son of the sixth-generation leader, which makes his identity more noble, and everyone can't help but treat him with care.

"It's okay, you don't have to be nervous."

The witch said, slowly came to the front of the vicious tapir and squatted down.

At this time, the ferocious tapir's struggles were already very small. There was some sadness in its right eye, and the light of life was also fading.

"No, it's not its spirit, it's its."

Chuan Wu murmured, his eyes moving from the ferocious tapir's face to its belly.

He reached out and gently stroked the ferocious tapir's belly, or in other words, he was stroking the child in its belly.

"Go get the Chuan Tu Totem."

Chuan Wu spoke, saying to the captain behind him.

"Huh?"

The captain didn't understand the abrupt words.

"Bring the Chuan Tu Totem Stone, quickly."

Chuan Wu urged without turning his head.

At this time, as he stared, he found that a thin black mist was slowly dissipating from the ferocious tapir's belly.

This mist was the key point he had been looking for these days, the key to giving spirits.

"Shi, go get the totem stone and tell them that it's the request of the witch."

The captain ordered Shi.

Shi immediately turned around and left, running towards the tribe at full speed. After a while, he came to the totem, explained to the people next to him, and took the totem stone.

In fact, although the witch has a high status, the totem stone is different. The Fire Tribe has long regarded totems other than the Fire Totem and the Alliance Totem as tools. They lack basic respect for these totems.

But no one cares about these. The primitive world is not a time to talk about human rights, let alone totems.

The totem stone was brought over, followed by the eighth generation wizard. He didn't have the speed of the stone, and when he caught up, he saw the wizard placing the totem stone on the tapir's belly, and then slowly cutting open his right palm with a stone knife.

"Your child will live in another form."

The wizard said to the tapir that was looking at him. The tapir seemed to understand and looked at him with a hint of gratitude in his eyes.

The wizard no longer paid attention to the dying tapir, but placed his bloody right hand on the tapir's belly and moved slowly.

The light black mist that others could not see was stained by the blood flowing from his right hand and attached to the blood in his hand.

"Gift Spirit, so that's how it is."

The more black mist there was, the more he felt that he had made the right choice, and the clearer he was about the abilities bestowed upon him by the first generation of wizards.

"Om..."

As the wizard slowly raised his hand, the totem fire around the totem stone vibrated and made a slight sound.

"You are the one who will be the master, and you should stay forever."

As the witch spoke, he slowly wrote on the stone. It was a word written in totemic characters. Anyone who could use the power of totems could recognize it at a glance.

The eighth-generation witch had already rushed over. He thought about it and roughly understood the meaning of what the witch did. Just like what the first-generation witch of the Fire Tribe did, he gave the Fire Tribe a name.

This was to officially give the name to the tribe.

Just when he thought the ceremony was about to end, the witch's right hand slowly moved and wrote a more complicated word: tapir.

"Tapir?" The eighth-generation witch was slightly surprised and a little confused.

At this time, the witch had completely written the two words. He sat on the ground very tiredly, feeling that all his energy had been drained.

"Are you okay?"

The eighth-generation witch stepped forward and asked.

The witch shook his head and said, "I finally comprehended the secret of the gift spirit."

"What is it?"

The eighth generation witch was a little curious, but seeing the witch's tired look, he persuaded him again.

"I'll help you go back and rest."

"Wait a minute, wait until I send it off for the last time."

The witch shook his head, looked at the dying tapir, and gave it a big smile.

"He will live and follow the totem of the Fire Tribe, and live forever."

"鞥~鞥~~"

The tapir cried twice, and there was no sadness in his voice, but a kind of gratitude.

"From today on, the totem is no longer the totem, and the witch is no longer the witch."

The witch looked around and announced to everyone.

"The totem is changed to the tapir totem, and the witch is changed to the tapir witch."