Chapter 371 Digging a Trap

The eighth-generation witch finally did not choose to seek help from the leader of the Sound Tribe. This may be due to his feelings for the Sound Witch and his own demands on himself.

He knew that many people privately said that he was not worthy of the position of the Fire Tribe witch.

Looking at the Fire Tribe witches, which spanned eight generations, from the first generation to the present, there are calm ones, heroic leaders, those who are good at killing, and those who are good at planning, but there is no one as cowardly as the eighth-generation witch.

He even guessed that maybe someone would call him a shame to the Fire Tribe.

Such an inferiority complex made it difficult for him to ask for help.

After thinking about it, since he couldn't speak, he took it on himself.

After dinner and seeing his daughter, he wanted to take a nap, but he lay on the animal skin blanket, tossing and turning and he couldn't sleep.

The person was sleepy and his body was also very tired, but his mind was in a state of extreme exhaustion yet unusually clear.

Unable to sleep, he simply stood up and walked around the room alone.

"We must think of a way. If this kind of beast breaks into the settlement..."

He dared not imagine the following situation, but this knowledge was enough. He began to think about the solution alone in the dark room.

Thinking about problems in this state is very easy to make you sleepy. While thinking, the eighth generation wizard half-closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.

There was a slight snoring sound. His wife peeked in from outside, and seeing that he had fallen asleep, she turned around and left again.

The atmosphere outside was still relaxed. The Eighth Generation Shaman had kept the news of the beast secret from the inside. Except for the warriors who participated, no one knew that the beast in the jungle was spying on the place.

At the edge of the jungle, the warriors guarding the tribe were unusually nervous.

The beasts were unusually active today. Some stupid beasts even rushed out of the jungle, and only stopped not far from the Fire Tribe team, and then returned to the jungle.

There were always roars in the jungle, as if a battle was taking place.

When the sun was high in the sky, the Eighth Generation Shaman woke up from his coma in a daze. The darkness around him made him feel a little uncomfortable for a while.

He shook his head. The short sleep after fatigue and sleepiness made his body even more tired, but fortunately, his spirit recovered a lot. He soon remembered why he slept here and where he was. He

stood up and prepared to walk out of the room. He took two steps forward in the darkness and was suddenly tripped by something. After a series of crackling sounds, the eighth-generation wizard had fallen to the ground.

"What's wrong?"

The animal skin curtain at the door was lifted by his wife, and the sunlight shone in. The eighth-generation wizard saw the thing that tripped him - it was a piece of wood, which he used as a pillow under his head when he slept at night.

Such a familiar thing, but it made him fall in such a dim light, which made him think of a possibility in an instant.

"Are you okay?"

The anxious voice of his wife came, and she had already walked into the room.

The Eighth-generation witch shook his head, stood up before his wife came over, and walked out the door anxiously.

"Leader Yin?"

A slender man stood outside with a faint smile on his face, looking at the anxious Eighth-generation witch. The Eighth-generation witch also looked at him and shouted in surprise.

Chief Yin nodded and said, "Your wife asked me to come here, saying that you have some troubles."

The eighth generation witch turned around and glanced at his wife. Seeing that she was also looking at him, he nodded and turned back to Chief Yin and said, "The beasts in the jungle are rioting. I have been guarding with the warriors for a few days, and the riots have become more frequent in the past two days."

"The warriors of the Yin tribe have also discovered it, but there seem to be no beasts in the south."

The Yin tribe is located slightly south of the Fire tribe's station, and this time the beasts' riot is in the northern jungle. The beasts in the southern jungle have almost been driven away by Ba Xia.

"We found a ferocious mantis yesterday. It is the ferocious mantis that Ba Xia mentioned."

After hearing what the eighth generation witch said, the smile on the face of the chief of the Yin tribe disappeared, and his brows wrinkled, showing a worried look.

The forelimbs of the fierce mantis have saw teeth, and it is very powerful and fast. It is a very difficult beast to deal with. When the Fifth Xuan left, he specifically emphasized that this is a very difficult beast to fight.

"I have a way to deal with it."

The Eighth Generation Wizard spoke again, and Chief Yin immediately looked at the Eighth Generation Wizard, waiting for him to tell the plan.

"We dig a deep pit, make the opening big enough, and disguise it on top. If it attacks the station, we will lead it into the deep pit and let it fall."

The Eighth Generation Wizard excitedly described his countermeasures. This was the method he came up with after being tripped by the wood.

Chief Yin thought about it and felt that it was feasible, but some details still needed to be discussed.

"Use fishing nets as the disguise, press stones around, and cover with some dead leaves."

Hearing the perfection of Chief Yin, the Eighth Generation Wu nodded vigorously and added: "The bottom of the deep pit should be smaller, otherwise the ferocious mantis will crawl out."

"Use stones."

Chief Yin said immediately.

"Once the ferocious mantis falls in, use big stones to hit it and press it in."

"Throw some fishing nets down first to trap its claws and make it unable to exert force."

The Eighth Generation Wu added.

The two of them talked back and forth, and the plan became more and more detailed. In the end, they decided to dig the deep pit into a gourd shape.

In this way, it would be more difficult for the ferocious mantis to get out if it fell into the big hole below.

After the two discussed, they immediately took action. The warriors of the Sound Tribe were in charge of this matter, and the chieftain was in charge of commanding. The eighth-generation witch went to the front line again to observe the situation there.

The two acted separately. The eighth-generation witch went to the front line to understand the situation. After confirming that the beasts had no obvious intention to invade, he sent a team of 200 people to help in the back.

The chieftain led the warriors of the Sound Tribe directly to choose a place to dig a pit. He found a slope and started digging the pit on the side facing the slope.

Because he didn't know when the beast would attack, he could only design traps as quickly as possible. Fortunately, there were enough warriors available, and the tribe was not short of stone axes and other things that could be used for digging.

But now the ground was still frozen, which greatly slowed down the excavation work.

"Invite the sound totem, light the totem fire here, and burn it with fire."

In a hurry, regardless of whether the method was useful or not, the sound leader gave the order and picked up a stone axe to go on stage himself.

He burst out the totem power and chopped the ground with all his strength.

Seeing the leader go out and use the totem power, others also followed suit and began to use the totem power to start digging. Soon

the sound totem was brought in, and the sound leader worshiped it directly here, and the totem fire was ignited, and began to burn the earth.

After burning for a while, the totem fire was extinguished, and the warriors rushed in again, using the totem power to dig.

This way, the speed was much faster. From noon to sunset, a pit more than one or three meters wide and more than two people deep was dug.

With such frozen ground and such primitive tools, it was not easy to dig such a large pit in half a day, but Chief Yin would not stop there.

"Light the torch and continue."

The order was given, and the warriors continued to dig hard. When the eighth generation witch came late at night, the pit was nearly four people deep.

"How is it ahead?"

Chief Yin sat on the ground tiredly, looked up at the eighth generation witch next to him and asked.

"The mantis showed its head again, but it left quickly. However, I saw that its eyes were quite fierce, and it might not be able to endure for much longer."

The eighth generation witch said worriedly.

"I will speed up again."

Chief Yin gritted his teeth, stood up, and asked the warriors to fully unleash the power of the totem, not sparing the damage to the stone axes, and dig quickly.

The warriors rotated more frequently, and the speed of digging became faster.

When the entire pit was about five people deep, Chief Yin ordered to start digging towards the center, forming a pit that became smaller and smaller, and then continue digging down along this small pit.

Because the small pit had limited space, the number of people digging decreased, and the speed slowed down.

The sound totem required the warriors to burst out with stronger strength and not to be stingy with the totem power.

In this way, a warrior would retreat every ten minutes or so, and the retreating warrior would be very tired and could not continue digging in a short time. But this was not the time to be stingy with physical strength. Leader Yin even jumped down to dig himself.

After digging one more person deep, he continued to expand in the pit below and dug a second pit.

After the second pit was dug to the depth of three people, the whole project stopped, and the time was already the dusk of the next day.

At this time, the eighth generation wizard was looking at the jungle not far away with worry. The battle between the beasts there was quite fierce, and he didn't know what happened there.

But he knew that after each battle, the mantis's eyes would become more ferocious, and its desire to rush into the fire totem would become stronger.

When the news came that the traps behind were dug, he felt more at ease.

"Tell Chief Yin to dig a few more, don't be in a hurry, but don't stop."

The eighth generation wizard immediately gave the order in preparation for a rainy day.

Chief Yin listened to the eighth generation wizard's order, thought about it and felt that it made sense. He immediately dragged his tired body and found another slope to dig.

Late at night on this day, the battle in the jungle was quite fierce, and the fierce roars kept coming, so that the warriors did not dare to relax their vigilance.

But until dawn, no beasts rushed over. When the first glimmer of light fell on the horizon, the tired warriors relaxed a little.

At this moment, the ferocious mantis suddenly came out. There were still traces of blood on its emerald green body, and there was still a trace of flesh and blood in the sawtooth of its forelimbs.

"Be careful, be alert."

Someone shouted, but he didn't need to remind them, everyone had already tightened their weapons.

"Hiss..."

The ferocious mantis made a sharp hissing sound and stepped forward. The warriors swallowed their saliva in fear.

This is not an ordinary beast, but a mutated beast. If it was just the initial mutated beast, they would not be afraid, but they knew how terrifying this kind of beast was.

"Don't fight it with force, just harass it. I will lead him to the trap later."

The eighth generation witch roared.

As he roared, the compound eyes of the ferocious mantis fell on him, looking at him fiercely.

"Wu, let me do it."

The warrior next to him said, not wanting the Eighth Generation Wu to take risks.

"You don't know how to lead him to the pit, so let me do it."

The Eighth Generation Wu exhaled a foul breath, and his right hand held the staff steadily.

When the danger really came, he felt that his nervousness disappeared. At this time, he cared more about whether he could achieve his idea in his mind and lead the evil mantis to the pit.