Chapter 310 The Crazy Growing Tree

The Fifth Xuan ignored the question raised by the Bull Totem, and instead looked at the few people who had no phantoms behind them.

Those warriors were all from the Wolf Tribe without exception. The Fifth Xuan could understand why they had no phantoms behind them, because they were not from the Fire Tribe.

But some of the warriors from the Wolf Tribe who had phantoms behind them attracted the Fifth Xuan's attention.

"Perhaps, while they believed in the Wolf Totem, they also believed in me?"

With such doubts, the Fifth Xuan carefully observed the expressions of those Wolf Tribe warriors with phantoms.

Sure enough, it could be seen that they all looked at him devoutly, which formed a clear contrast with those Wolf Tribe warriors who had no phantoms behind them and had indifferent faces.

"If that's the case, can't we use this ability to integrate beliefs?"

The Fifth Xuan's heart moved, and he thought of a possibility.

The biggest problem in tribal integration is belief. Believing in different totems brings different totem powers.

The ability of the Fifth Xuan allows other tribes to believe in himself while maintaining their original beliefs. In this way, more tribes can be absorbed into his alliance.

If the previous merger had to be bloody, then with this ability, it is not necessary at all.

If the other party reaches the realm of Ming Totem, the totem directly enters the Bagua space. During the sacrificial dance, it directly takes itself as the main body and distributes this power by itself.

If it does not enter the realm of Ming Totem... then both totems will be worshipped and two powers will be obtained.

Without bloody suppression, the integration of tribes will proceed in a faster way.

In such a dream, the Fifth Xuan slowly fell asleep and recovered the consumed soul power.

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At the Fire Tribe’s residence, snow and wind were falling from the sky. In the past, the tribesmen would hide in their houses to rest and avoid the snow and wind.

However, at this time, the Fire Tribe’s people were busy in the snow and wind under the leadership of the Eighth Generation Shaman.

“We must clear this forest before dark. Everyone, work hard. We’ll have an extra meal tonight.”

The Eighth Generation Shaman leaned on the stone axe with both hands, wiped the sweat from his head, and encouraged the tribesmen around him.

“Okay.”

“It will be done.”

“With the Eighth Generation Shaman taking the lead, we guarantee that the task will be completed.”

The tribesmen answered in a half-hearted manner, but their hands did not stop, chopping trees.

This is the jungle to the east of the tribe. The jungle has become more and more lush over the past year, and now it is about to grow to the edge of the tribe. The Eighth Generation Shaman led everyone to cut down trees in order to prevent the trees from entering the tribe.

Once the trees enter the tribe, the danger at night will increase greatly. Ferocious beasts will enter the Fire Tribe through the tall treetops and attack the people in the tribe.

In order to prevent the spread of trees, the Fire Tribe has had the habit of cutting down trees for a long time. However, they have grown more wildly recently, and the eighth-generation witch had to lead people to speed up the cutting speed to prevent them from spreading to the settlement.

"Witch, the herb witch is almost done. He asked if you need to come over to help."

A teenager ran over and asked like a string of cannonballs.

"Yes, let them all come over. The growth of the jungle in the east is the most vigorous. Dozens of them can grow in one night. We must curb it."

The eighth-generation witch said affirmatively.

The teenager nodded vigorously and immediately turned and ran to the west, where the third-generation herb witch was cutting trees.

"How is the Sound Tribe going? Can it be completed today?"

The Eighth Generation Shaman looked towards the south again. The Sound Shaman was in charge of the trees there, so the Eighth Generation Shaman asked this question.

"The Earth Pillar Shaman just asked, and there is no problem."

The Sky Pillar Shaman who was asked replied.

The Eighth Generation Shaman nodded, took two deep breaths, picked up the stone axe again, and continued to chop at the tree trunk in front of him.

Not long after, the Third Generation Herb Shaman came with his people. He greeted the Eighth Generation Shaman, and then directly asked his people to join the work of felling trees.

The sun slowly moved westward and slowly fell down the mountain. Before the last ray of light dissipated, they barely completed today's task.

"There will be a snack tonight, with beast meat to eat. Let's go."

The Eighth Generation Shaman waved his hand and said quite briskly.

Without the suppression of the Sixth Generation Chief, his nature was released, and he looked very energetic.

The warriors roared excitedly and rushed back to the tribe. When most of them had left, the Eighth Generation Shaman showed a worried look on his face.

"The trees are growing faster and faster. Tomorrow, there may be more new trees than today. If we can't control their speed of spreading to the tribe, it will only take a dozen days for them to grow to the stationed land."

The Eighth Generation Shaman said to the Third Generation Herb Shaman with some worry.

The Third Generation Herb Shaman nodded, and his expression was also quite worried.

"Still can't use the magic attack?" the Eighth Generation Shaman asked again.

Being able to use the divine strike proves that the Fire Totem is not too far away. If the divine strike cannot be used, it proves that the Fire Totem will never return.

If the Fire Totem cannot come back, the warriors who went out cannot come back either. Without adult warriors, it is too difficult to suppress the spread of the jungle to the tribe with only a few warriors and these old and weak.

"Go back first, have a meal, and then think of a solution."

The eighth generation witch wanted to reach out and pat the third generation herb witch on the shoulder, but found that his hands were heavy and weak, so he could only give him a helpless smile

. The third generation herb witch smiled back at him with understanding, because he could not lift his arms.

The group returned to the tribe and saw that everyone was eating and drinking around the largest bonfire in the tribe, so they hurried to join in.

At night, the warriors who had worked hard all day rested, but the tribe did not quiet down. Many old people who did not have the strength to cut down trees were sharpening stone axes.

The Eighth-generation Shaman resisted the urge to sleep and walked around the tribe, encouraging the old men who had contributed to the tribe, until he could no longer hold on and went to rest. The

tribesmen who were felling trees slept soundly that night. The next day, everyone got up and ran to the jungles they were going to cut down, led by the Eighth-generation Shaman, the Herb Shaman, and the Music Shaman.

The scene in front of them made the three shamans quite depressed. Not only did the trees that were cut down yesterday grow back into big trees, but they even grew more towards the Fire Tribe’s station.

"It's growing again."

The Pillar Shaman said to the Eighth-generation Shaman in a trembling voice.

The Eighth-generation Shaman nodded, without further comment, and just summoned everyone to come forward and start a day of felling work.

On this day, the Eighth-generation Shaman was a little out of shape. He often lost focus while felling trees and almost hurt other warriors.

When they finished their work in the evening, they had not cut down as much trees as they had yesterday. The three witches gathered together, all looking worried.

"If it doesn't work, move a little to the east. If it still doesn't work, just walk along the sea and change places."

The third generation of the Herb Witch suggested.

The Music Witch looked at the eighth generation of the Witch, waiting for his answer, but he only saw him frowning and looking thoughtful.