Chapter 5 Stone Spear

The second-generation witch stood in front of the fire totem in a daze, his body emitting red flames, standing in front of everyone like a god.

"Woo woo woo..."

All the primitive people stopped what they were doing, knelt on the ground devoutly, and uttered all kinds of praises that Fifth Xuan could not understand.

Fifth Xuan turned his head slowly. He saw the awe of the primitive people towards him, and through their eyes, he saw his own fiery image.

"Woo woo..."

He opened his mouth, and could only make a wooing sound, but it caused everyone to cheer.

Then, before he could make any more movements, his soul shook and his vision became blurred. When he was able to look around again, he had returned to the perspective of the fire totem.

The hot and fiery power in the totem fire was completely exhausted, and he felt empty.

In the field of vision, the flame on the second generation witch was dying out. He sat on the ground in vain, looking a little tired and old.

"Will he be like the little witch?"

The Fifth Xuan was shocked and thought worriedly.

Fortunately, the second generation witch did not die directly like the little witch. He was just very tired and indeed became a little old, but he did not die.

For more than ten days, he could only lie quietly. He could not eat nuts at all and could only drink fruit juice to survive.

Another month passed, almost entering autumn, and the second generation witch recovered.

After he recovered, he immediately began to lead the tribesmen in sacrificial dances. Later, the sacrificial dances were changed from once every ten days to once every three days.

Sacrificial dances are very physically demanding, and this is already the most frequent sacrificial rhythm they can perform.

When late autumn came, the second generation witch felt that he had accumulated enough strength, and in fact, the fifth Xuan also felt that he had enough strength in his body.

But he was a little entangled.

The previous changes similar to the divine strike did surprise and please him, but after that time, the second generation witch's body was obviously not good, and he looked much older.

He was afraid that after another fall, the second generation witch's body would not be able to bear it and would follow the old path of the small witch.

This worry was not only shared by the fifth Xuan, but also by the big leader, so he kept persuading the second generation witch.

This did play a certain role, at least before the cold winter, the second generation witch did not perform operations similar to the divine strike again.

However, when the cold winter came and three children were born one after another, the second generation witch could not bear it anymore.

He quarreled more and more frequently with the leader of the big guys, and he stubbornly expressed his pursuit and ideals.

The leader of the big guys still did not back down, but his momentum was not as firm as before.

The Fifth Xuan also began to plan. If it came again this time, what would he do?

At least he couldn't spend it in a daze like last time.

In the severe cold, the second-generation witch finally launched a magical attack. He didn't care about the little food left, and didn't care about the obstruction of the leader of the big guys. He resolutely danced around the Fifth Xuan.

The limited frozen fruits were made into pulp by him and sprinkled on the Fifth Xuan. The hard stones hit the Fifth Xuan with the blood from the second-generation witch's feet.

This time, the Fifth Xuan was not angry, but with a kind of reverence.

Yes, it was reverence. He had understood why the second generation witch was so anxious, because he didn't have much time left.

Perhaps the long journey had made him in poor health, perhaps the severe cold last year had injured him, or perhaps the last divine attack had taken away his life span. In short, he was not going to live long.

This process was not like the instantaneous arrival of the little witch, but it slowly devoured his life, making him anxious and restless.

He had spent months researching the divine attack technique, and he was afraid that after his death, the witches after him would not be able to do it, so he could only use it again eagerly, hoping that the tribe could get the blessing of the tribal totem.

The fifth Xuan was the tribal totem. He was thinking about his own blessing, and he had already brewed the result of this matter. His

vision was still hazy, and he was still shaking for a while, and then he descended on the second generation witch again.

Without any hesitation, the Fifth Xuan controlled the second-generation witch's body and rushed towards the target without stopping.

It was a long and straight wooden stick, used as a walking stick and weapon by the tribesmen.

He picked up the long stick and quickly came to a pile of rocks, and found a thin, sharp stone that he had aimed at long ago.

Holding two things, this time he did not move, but reached out to untie the animal skin from his waist.

To be precise, he took off the vines that tied the animal skin.

He ignored the coldness under his crotch, quickly tied the stone to the front end of the wooden stick, and tied it tightly with force.

Then, he raised the long stick that turned into a stone spear and swung it out with force.

"Swoosh... bang."

The stone spear pierced the tree trunk, and the tail of the spear was still shaking.

All the tribesmen stared with their eyes wide open, not understanding what was happening. However, at this time, the flames on the second-generation witch's body had begun to retreat.

Diwu Xuan returned to the fire totem. He did not look at the stone spear he made, but looked at the second-generation witch.

When he left, he felt that the soul of the second-generation witch had aged beyond recognition.

"Woo, woo, woo..."

The second-generation witch pointed at the trembling spear on the tree trunk and shouted to the big leader.

The big leader nodded vigorously. He came to the second-generation witch and carried his weak body under the fire totem.

"Woo."

The second-generation witch pointed at a tribal woman holding a child, and the woman hurried forward trembling.

She lifted the child high up and presented it to the second generation witch.

The second generation witch struggled to get up, and the big head leader wanted to help, but he waved his hand and refused.

With the strength of his back and arms, the second generation witch finally sat up with the help of the Fifth Xuan and trembled as he stretched out his hand.

This was a baby girl, who was curiously looking at everything and was full of curiosity about the things around her.

The second generation witch smiled, his face was full of divine light, this scene was very familiar to the Fifth Xuan, because he had experienced it once last year.

In primitive society, few things happened, so everything could be remembered very clearly and for a long time.

The second generation witch was originally very young, but his face was aging rapidly, as if his life was rapidly fading.

His hand was shaking, and he slowly carved a fire character on the baby girl's forehead.

"Hehehe..."

The baby girl laughed, as if someone had tickled her.

The mother who was holding her nervously moved a little, but did not dare to move too much.

The second generation witch smiled and patted the baby girl, his right hand fell down powerlessly, and he slowly closed his eyes.

He died peacefully with a smile, and the third generation witch was selected for the tribe, who was also the first witch in the tribe.