Chapter 50 The Second Generation of Herb Witch

The Fifth Xuan returned to the shell again. He even asked the little turtle to bring some sand and soil for him. He wanted to make his future body bigger.

The third generation witch was already dead. It seemed that the second generation leader and the Herb Witch died before her. There

were fewer and fewer people and things in the tribe that he was familiar with. It was safe up there, so he had no intention of going up there too early.

Perhaps it was the death of the third generation witch that cooled his anxious heart.

The totem fire was still burning in the deep sea. The big turtle still had his eyes closed, not knowing whether he was dead or alive. The little turtle slept most of the time, and the Fifth Xuan kept an eye on the movements above.

The possibility of the third generation witch floating down from above and landing beside him was too low, but it was not impossible.

He hoped that the third generation witch would land beside him, let her body enter the totem fire, and her soul return to his arms.

The days passed quietly. It would take a long time for the sand and stones to turn into pearls. Diwu Xuan was not anxious. The sacrifices from above were handed down from time to time, allowing him to feel the existence of the Fire Tribe.

After three sacrifices, Diwu Xuan guessed that half a month had passed, because the sacrificial dance was usually performed once a week.

However, this time he guessed wrong. A month had passed, because the Fire Tribe was full of old and weak people, and they did not have so much energy to sacrifice their totems.

The fourth generation witch awakened very well, and he could even feel the existence of Diwu Xuan, because his mental power was abnormally strong.

The three totem warriors were also awakening, but unfortunately they did not have totem fire, and their power was so weak that it was barely noticeable. These people of the Fire Tribe, who were expelled   in disguise

, have taken root on the cliffs. They began to try to catch fish to satisfy their hunger. There were too few adult males in the tribe, so only the old and weak could go into battle. People died in the water from time to time, and the fourth-generation witch was full of anxiety.   He was different from the short witch, the second-generation witch, and the third-generation witch. He had no totem research and put more experience on the survival of the tribe.   Two months later, he used the rope-tying method taught by his mother to make the first net, and successfully caught a lot of fish with the net.   From then on, the Fire Tribe no longer worried about food, and could even use fish meat to exchange for some meat from the Fire Tribe of the circular totem.   Another month passed, and everything was developing in a good direction, but on this day, the fourth-generation witch who was tying a rope suddenly stood up and looked west.   He mobilized his huge mental power and radiated it to the west, trying to feel the sudden palpitation.   "Roar..."   He seemed to hear the roar of a tiger and a dragon, and he sat down on the ground with a pale face.   "Woo, woo, woo..."   He waved his arms vigorously, asking the tribesmen to put down their work and run to a hidden cave they had found when they were fishing.   The cave was on a cliff, and it took a very tortuous road to enter, so it was not easy to be found. After he found it, he kept it in mind, thinking that he could use it if the tribe was in crisis in the future.   This idea came not long ago, but he didn't expect it to be used so soon.   Faintly, he felt that he had an extraordinary ability, just like he was not surprised that his mother left the Fire Tribe because he had a premonition, just like he thought of the danger in advance and would intentionally remember the existence of the cave.   And this time it was even clearer, he could feel the terror of the enemy and feel the enemy's arrival in advance.   In the critical moment, there was no time to think about these, he led the tribesmen into the cave, although everyone looked confused, but they inherited the tradition of the Fire Tribe very well-listen to the witch.   Not long after, footsteps came from the edge of the cliff, and then they saw a figure falling into the sea from in front of the cave. It seemed that he couldn't brake in time and ran too far.   "Woo woo woo..."   The largest of the three totem warriors opened his mouth to ask, and the fourth-generation witch directly covered his mouth to prevent him from making a sound.   The noises from above were getting louder and louder, and the footsteps were getting more and more frequent.   "Wugado Laba Sa... Gulu Bu Suga..."   A voice came from above, the voice was very loud, as if questioning something.   They had never heard this language before, and they couldn't understand it at all. Then there was another howling sound.   The person who spoke the language they understood said: Hand over your totem stones, and I will give you a quick death.   Everyone in the cave held their breath, not knowing what was happening above. At this time, a familiar voice rang out.   "Wuwuwu, Wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu..."   Everyone was familiar with the owner of this voice. He was the ninth child of the third generation witch, who inherited the mantle of the Herb Witch and was the second generation of the Herb Witch of the Spherical Fire Tribe.   He was relatively neutral in the matter of driving out the third generation witch, and helped them from time to time after the death of the third generation witch.   Everyone was surprised for a moment, not knowing what happened, but they did not dare to speak, just looking at the fourth generation witch, waiting for his decision.   The fourth generation witch frowned tightly. Normally, the two tribes were of the same lineage, so he should help.   But the Spherical Totem Fire Tribe has more than a dozen totem warriors, and they can't resist the enemy. What's the use of these old, weak and sick people going out.   "Wu Sa."   Unintelligible words came from above again, and then it seemed that something was hanging and falling, just in front of the cave.   "Huh..."   The tribesmen took a breath in unison, but did not make too much noise.   They saw that the second generation of the Herb Wizard had his feet tied with vines and fell in front of the cave.   The second generation of the Herb Wizard also saw them, his eyes were full of surprise, and he almost screamed, but he closed his mouth in an instant.   "Wuwuwu, Wuwuwuwuwuwuwu..."   A voice came from above, saying that if the second generation of the Herb Wizard didn't speak up, he would be thrown into the sea and let him be swallowed by the sea.   The fourth generation wizard looked at the second generation of the Herb Wizard nervously. He was really afraid that this brother would betray them, but he saw a gentle smile on the face of the second generation of the Herb Wizard.

Yes, the second generation of the Herb Wizard has always been a gentle person. He is very much like his father, the first generation of the Herb Wizard. He is gentle but a little cowardly, but he can talk to everyone in a friendly way without fighting or competing.

"Wuwuwu..."

The second generation of the Herb Wizard answered loudly. He said that he would not say anything. After saying this, he opened his mouth again and said that everything was done by the totem. It was the round totem stone that became bad, not the people of the Fire Tribe.

The fourth generation of the wizard raised his eyebrows. He was sure that the second generation of the Herb Wizard's next sentence was not said to the people above, but to him.

"What he meant was that it was not the Fire Tribe's wish to expel my mother, but the Round Fire Totem's wish... Why is that? Why did the Round Fire Totem expel my mother?"

The fourth-generation witch instantly fell into deep thought. This was a bit complicated. Although he was smart, he couldn't figure it out for a while.

The second-generation Herb Witch naturally saw his confusion. He grinned and spoke before the people above him could speak.

He said: The Round Fire Totem will be afraid, afraid of him, afraid of totems, afraid of the past, but I am not afraid. You can kill me. I have long wanted to die.

The fourth-generation witch instantly understood that the Round Fire Totem was afraid of the old totem. He influenced the Fire Tribe to expel his mother because he was afraid that his mother would lead the tribesmen into the arms of the old totem who would reignite the tribal fire.

"No wonder everything happened so abruptly. Did the round fire totem sense that the old totem had awakened long ago?"

"But who is the person above?"

The fourth-generation wizard was still full of doubts and looked towards the dome of the cave.