Chapter 481 Scroll (Third update, please vote)

The Fire Witch sat alone on the white clouds, looking back at the bustling Fire City.

She had traveled all over the continent, but she had never seen such a bustling place, not even one.

Who would have thought that the Fire Tribe of that time would replace the Dragon Tribe to become the overlord of the center of the continent and the existence that ruled the four directions in a few decades.

Moreover, they did everything so well, better than anything she could see. Just

look at the choice of this time to pass on the totem, and you will know that she came to the Fire Tribe Alliance to select a witch, which shows her recognition of the Fire Tribe Alliance.

It’s just that the Fire Tribe today is different from before. If she lived in such a Fire Tribe, and was the leader’s sister, she would not choose to leave.

With such cognition, she was not surprised when Xin rejected her.

"Xin, if you were allowed to choose, which of the following options would you choose?"

The voice of the Totem Transmitter came, interrupting the Xin Wizard who was staring at the fire in a daze.

The Xin Wizard retracted his gaze and looked at the four animal skin scrolls in front of him. There was a portrait on each of them, and the one in the front was Xin.

"If I were to choose, I would choose him."

The Xin Wizard pointed his finger to the last one. That person was the dirtiest among the four scrolls, and it was obvious that he had not lived a very good life.

"Why?"

The Totem Transmitter asked puzzledly.

"In the absence of a totem, being able to lead a group of savages to survive in the ice and snow, his ability is unquestionable."

The Xin Wizard slowly expounded his point of view.

"Now that the mainland is in chaos, although our Chuan tribe will not participate in the war, as one of the few tribes on the mainland with a divine totem, we must also do something."

The Fire Witch expressed her thoughts, but she did not say the deeper thoughts in her heart.

She did not want anyone to leave her tribe out of ignorance like she did, because she regretted it, and she did not want others to regret it.

Chuan Totem was silent for a while, and finally agreed with her idea.

Baiyun turned and went northwest, where the person in the scroll lived.

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"Brother, hold on, you can make it."

The person in the scroll was pressing his brother's stomach with his hand.

His brother's stomach was pierced by a bison during hunting just now, and now he was wailing in pain.

Without totems and totem power, it is too difficult for them to survive.

Ganymede has ruined this place, causing them to lose their homes and loved ones. Now, they can only survive with difficulty.

He originally wanted to take his brother to the Fire Tribe Alliance. After all, he was sent there by the tribe to learn writing when he was a child.

But the journey was too far, and Ganymede's beast army and tribal army were still between him and the Fire Tribe Alliance, so he had to give up this idea temporarily.

"Chief, chief, the fire is coming, the fire is coming."

A companion not far away ran over with a burning stick in his hand.

The man in the painting grabbed the stick, looked at his brother, gritted his teeth and said, "Just bear with it, it will pass. This can disinfect and stop bleeding. If you don't do this, you will die easily."

He learned this method from the Fire Tribe Alliance, but the course taught that red copper is the best, and the burning stick is a last resort.

His brother nodded. This was not the first time his brother did such a thing, and it did save the lives of several companions.

"Come on."

His brother was also quite tough and said while holding back his wails.

The man in the painting nodded and was about to poke his brother with the burning stick.

"Wait a minute."

A slightly old female voice stopped them. The man in the painting stopped moving, turned around in confusion, and saw an old woman standing not far away.

This person was naturally a fire witch. When she rushed over, she happened to see this scene.

"I can completely heal his wounds."

The Fire Witch said in the boy's puzzled eyes.

"Please help me."

The boy spoke immediately.

He could hear that the language of the man in front of him was full of the style of the Fire Tribe Alliance. He believed in the Fire Tribe Alliance.

"But I need you."

The Fire Witch said.

"Need me?"

The boy was puzzled and didn't understand.

"Yes, I need you to become a Chuan Tribe Witch. If you agree, I will save your brother."

The Fire Witch said.

The boy was stunned. Someone asked him to be a witch?

He didn't know how to describe his feelings. It was very chaotic and complicated.

Witch, that's the most important position in a tribe, why?

"Okay."

There was no time to think so much. The life of his brother was important, and he and others didn't have a tribe. If they could join a tribe, it would be a good thing.

The Fire Witch smiled and nodded, asked the boy to move aside, she walked forward and took a look at the wound first.

"How long have you been injured?"

the fire witch asked.

The boy thought for a moment and said, "Less than an hour. An hour, do you understand?"

The hour is a setting for time by the Fire Tribe Alliance.

"I understand."

The Fire Witch nodded in reply, and raised her right hand to the sky, and a cloud floated down from the white cloud.

She took the cloud in her hand and placed it on the wound of the injured boy, closed her eyes, and exuded an obscure totemic power.

The white cloud in the Fire Witch's hand rolled up, and the wound on the boy's body suddenly bled more.

"What's going on?"

the boy asked in panic. He felt that he trusted the person in front of him too much. He was a little flustered just now, otherwise he would not have agreed.

He regretted it a little, but it was not a good time to rush forward. After all, it didn't look like the Fire Witch was hurting anyone.

"It's okay, just wait a little longer."

The Fire Witch's voice was very soothing. The boy nodded and fell silent.

The blood from the wound was flowing more and more, almost reaching the extent of his brother's injury just now. The boy was a little worried.

"Brother, I'm fine. This little injury is nothing."

The boy's younger brother was very determined. Seeing his brother's worry, he comforted him.

"It will hurt a little later, just like the stinging at the beginning, bear it."

The firewood witch suddenly spoke, looking at the injured boy and said.

She found that this child in her hand also had potential, at least a good material for being a leader.

"Yeah."

The boy nodded vigorously.

The wound began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the feeling of being pierced by a bison appeared. The boy couldn't help but screamed.

This scared his brother, but the wound soon disappeared completely, and he hurried forward.

"Brother, how are you?"

The injured boy touched his belly, which was as smooth as before, without any wounds.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, am I okay?"

He lowered his head in surprise, and indeed there was no wound there.

Everyone looked at the Fire Witch in surprise, but the Fire Witch just smiled.

"You promised me that you would be a witch for the Chuan Tribe, so come with me."

The boy looked at the wound on his brother's belly again, then raised his head and said, "Okay, can I take them with me?"

In his opinion, this was not a big deal. How could a witch of a tribe not have the right to add a few tribesmen?

"No."

The Fire Witch gave a negative answer, which stunned the boy.

"The Chuan Tribe only needs one witch. I'm going to die, so I found you. There are no tribesmen in the Chuan Tribe."

"How is that possible?"

The boy said in disbelief.

The Fire Witch showed a helpless expression on his face. This was the fact.

"But if I leave, what will happen to them?"

the boy asked.

"Let your brother lead them and live like they did in the beginning,"

the firewood shaman replied.

"They can't survive without totems and me,"

the boy said in a hushed voice.

"You promised me,"

the firewood shaman said.

The boy was speechless and hesitated for a moment.

"Brother, go ahead. We can do it."

The recovered brother spoke. He didn't want to delay his brother. Even if it was a tribe with only one person, it was a tribe with totems, which was better than living like this.

"No, I won't leave. I want to stay with them."

He regretted it. Breaking his promise was nothing to him.

"Maybe I have a way."

The firewood shaman thought for a while, waved to the sky, and a scroll flew down from it.

"You may gain totem power by worshipping it."

The scroll unfolded, showing a person standing between heaven and earth.

The person in the painting held up the sky with his hands and stepped on the ground with his feet. Just looking at it gave people a sense of overwhelming power.

"Who is this?"

The injured brother asked, looking at the person in the scroll with admiration in his eyes.

"I don't know. I don't remember when this scroll was painted, but when I look at this scroll, I can gain some power. You can also try it. You can treat it as a totem."

After the firewood witch finished speaking, he looked at the target boy.

"With it, your brother and his companions will gain strength. If you don't come with me, I will let your brother recover from his previous injuries, and then leave with the scroll, and you will get nothing."

Her words made the target boy hesitate, and his brother also persuaded him at this time.

"Brother, it's okay. I think I can gain strength from this painting. If it becomes a totem, I can build a tribe."

The injured boy said, and seeing that his brother was still worried, he said again: "You don't want me to get hurt again. The method of burning may not be able to save me."

This sentence touched the target boy. He reluctantly told his brother a few words, and finally left with the fire witch helplessly. After

the fire witch and his brother left, the boy hung the scroll on the tree and took these people to worship together.

They were all savages who had once been members of a tribe. They knew that worship required sacrificial dances, but they did not know what kind of sacrificial dance this painting required.

Not knowing what sacrificial dance they should dance, they just danced the old ones.

They had to try anyway. The sacrificial dances of their previous tribes were mainly about hunting. When they performed those very strenuous movements, the boy could clearly feel that the characters in the scroll seemed to be responding to him.

The more he jumped, the more he felt this way.

Following this feeling, he began to adjust his movements, making them more aggressive and powerful.

Slowly, a yellowish-brown light appeared on the scroll, and it became brighter and brighter, finally enveloping him.

He felt that he was full of power, and the illusion that he could break the sky with one punch made him so excited that he couldn't stop, and just wanted to keep jumping.