Chapter 509 The Ninth Generation of Wu Council

"What's that sound?"

Shao asked Ju beside him.

"It doesn't sound like Ba Xia, but like the totem spirit of Li."

Ju replied.

Shao nodded and looked in the direction of the granary.

He was very calm, and did not give orders anxiously, but asked Ju: "Did Li go back to report to Wu?"

"Yes."

Ju answered, and his face suddenly changed.

If he was with Wu, then this roar...

"You go immediately, take the team, I'll be there soon."

There is a large army gathered here. If they all leave, the army will be in chaos and it will be even more troublesome. Shao wants to stay and integrate the army before going.

He wants to take the army because that is the direction of the granary. If something goes wrong, it will be very serious.

"Yes."

Ju answered, and immediately led hundreds of soldiers to rush to the granary.

Shao was a little anxious, but he still tried his best to give clear orders and let the team move forward in an orderly manner towards the granary.

On the altar, Xin also heard the roar and immediately looked back.

"Is it Lie?"

Baxia was beside her, and her judgment was faster.

"Yeah."

Baxia responded, and then jumped up directly, and after a few jumps, he landed under the altar and ran towards the granary.

Xin hesitated for a moment, and followed closely.

The senior leaders of the Fire Tribe were all running towards the granary, and at this time Lie was holding the corpse of the eighth generation witch, crying bitterly.

He witnessed Shi's death, and now, he witnessed Wu's death.

The previous generation of leaders and witches died in front of him, and he had the opportunity to change the outcome of this assassination if he had not learned from the Totem Spirit.

The power of the Totem Spirit is more stable, the defense is stronger, and the strength is greater, but it lacks explosive power, and the activation speed of the power is slower.

This prevented him from rescuing the Eighth Generation Witch at a faster speed.

He was sad and in pain, which made him cry.

Xin told him that he was the leader of the Fire Tribe and the chief of the Fire Tribe Alliance, and he should not cry, but he still cried.

He instinctively wanted to change something, but in the end he could not change anything.

"What's wrong?"

Ju asked in a roar from a distance.

He saw the guards of the Eighth Generation Witch, and saw a figure in the middle of the guards crying with his back to him.

"Chief Ju, Wu...Wu is dead."

The guard leader stammered with tears in his eyes.

Ju pushed him away roughly and threw the guard leader to the ground.

"Impossible."

He denied it, but he already had the answer in his heart. He

quickly came to the center along the path made by the guards and saw the crying Li and the dead Wu.

"Crackle, crackle."

Ju gritted his teeth and his eyes widened. He looked at Li angrily and then at the guards around him.

He wanted to question what these people were doing. He wanted to know if these people were wooden stakes, but he said nothing. He swallowed all his anger and hid it in his stomach.

Shi's words echoed in his mind:

The angrier you are, the more silent you should be, and the more powerful you will be.

"Bang."

A violent roar was heard. Everyone turned around and saw Ba Xia standing not far away, and Xin on Ba Xia's body.

Xin froze there, looking at everything in front of him in disbelief, and was completely stunned.

"Who's dead?"

Xin asked.

"Wu."

The guard leader said.

"Pah."

Xin came to his side like lightning.

"Who's dead?"

She looked at the guard leader.

"...Wu."

"Pah."

"Who's dead!"

There were tears in Xin's eyes. She saw it, but she didn't dare to look again, and she didn't want to believe it.

"Sorry, it's Wu."

"Pah pah pah..."

Xin's arms kept waving, and the guard leader's face swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye. Many of his teeth were fanned out, but he still stood there stubbornly, not dodging or avoiding.

"I asked you who died, tell me who died."

She stepped forward, grabbed the collar of the guard leader, and hung her body on it. Only in this way could she not fall down.

"Don't do this."

Ju came over, supported her and said.

Xin cried and leaned on Ju's shoulder, covering her face with her hands.

This girl from the Fire Tribe Alliance, which was famous for its violence, didn't even have the courage to look at her father's body.

She didn't believe it. He was fine just now, how could he be dead?

"Is it a witch?"

Shao came over and asked softly to the guard leader whose face was swollen and looked like a monster.

The chief of the guards nodded guiltily. Shao was stunned for a moment, then patted his shoulder and asked him to stay away from Xin, indicating that he would handle everything.

Walking steadily behind Ke, Shao's legs trembled, only once, and then he confirmed whether it was Wu.

It was Wu.

His face was already pale, and there was still a bit of regret in his eyes.

There was a corpse next to them, and his head had fallen to the ground, but it could be seen that it was the leader of the Shadow Tribe.

Shao's right hand trembled, and he quickly stretched out his left hand to hold the trembling right hand and took a deep breath.

"Ke, let go of Wu."

Shao said coldly: "It's not appropriate now, I need your help."

Ke's crying became smaller and smaller, he carefully picked up Wu's body, raised his head and looked at Shao for help.

Shao was stunned for a moment, because there was blood all over Ke's face, which could be from the enemy or the witch.

In addition to these, he also saw the pain and weakness in Ke's eyes.

"Xin needs you."

Shao said again, looked at the witch again, and held his right hand more tightly with his left hand.

"Let's go."

He turned his head and left the scene first.

The witches and leaders of various tribes rushed over outside. Shao waved his hand and called them in front of him.

"It's the witch, don't ask, don't speak, don't do anything, just stand here."

Shao turned and looked at Ju: "Let the team come over and protect them."

Shao's expression was a little weird, with a little sadness, a little pain, and a little fierceness in his eyes, but more of indifference.

"Yes."

Ju replied immediately.

"Take these witches and leaders to follow me, and don't let them leave without my order."

Shao looked at Ju, his cold eyes conveying a firm will.

"Yes."

Ju saluted and replied.

Shao walked towards Baxia, and when he passed by, he didn't even look at Xin who was crying while holding the corpse of the eighth generation witch.

He just walked past indifferently, and the pain, sadness and ferocity in his eyes became less and less, and finally only indifference remained.

"Return to the altar, contact the God of Fire, and tell him that the witch is dead, but the Fire Capital and the Fire Tribe are fine."

Baxia looked at Shao for a long time, and finally said nothing, turned and left.

"Send a warrior to follow and explain the situation to the God of Fire."

"Yes."

After getting an affirmative answer, Shao turned and walked towards the square.

He did not walk fast, and his eyes kept looking at the shadows of the granary. He did not avoid these shadows, but every time he saw these shadows, he would use more strength in his left hand.

Ju followed behind with a group of witches and leaders, and next to them were the warriors of the team, and behind them were the warriors gathered by Huodu.

Among those warriors were those from the Fire Tribe, as well as the Spring Tribe, the Star Tribe, the Moon Tribe, and the Tree Tribe. They could all see that their witches and leaders were "protected", but they all stood in the team without moving.

The whole team was silent until they walked into the street. Shao waved his hand, and Ju immediately followed.

"Divide into teams of one hundred people, and divide them into fifty teams. Collect weapons from the whole city. I do not allow Huodu to have any weapons except the warriors."

Shao said.

Ju's face was a little embarrassed. It would be easy to go wrong if he searched the whole city at this time.

But Shao just looked at him coldly until he agreed.

"Excuse me, everyone, please hand over your weapons."

Shao took a few steps and came directly in front of the witches and leaders.

"What are you doing?"

The leader of the Star Tribe said dissatisfiedly.

"The one who killed the witch was the leader of the Shadow Tribe."

Shao blocked the mouth of the leader of the Star Tribe with just one sentence.

"Give it to me."

The Star Witch sighed.

After everyone handed in their weapons, the team continued to move forward. Everyone was a little depressed, looking at the figure in the front, many of them frowned.

There were doubts, confusions, and hostility, but everyone was wrapped up and followed his footsteps to the square.

"Shao, I want to avenge my father."

Xin walked over and said with red eyes.

Hao followed behind, still holding the corpse of the Eighth Generation Wu.

Shao accidentally glanced at the corpse of the Eighth Generation Wu, and his left hand immediately held his right hand more tightly.

"Do you know why they killed... why they killed people?"

Shao asked.

He didn't say the witch after all.

"Why?"

Xin asked, but then she understood something.

Shao didn't explain, but nodded and said, "It's good that you understand. I hope you know that it's really not appropriate now. I don't think he will allow us to do that."

After saying this, Shao immediately accelerated and walked towards the square. After walking for a long time, he took his left hand off his right hand.

When he arrived at the square, Shao walked directly in front of the Code Totem.

"Torch, form a team of 100 and swear allegiance to the Fire Tribe Alliance in front of the Code Totem. Swear that you have no intention of rebellion. Those who are pointed out by the Code Totem to have dissenting thoughts will be killed."

He said coldly, turned around and walked towards the Tapir Temple.

"Is the witch dead?"

The Tapir Shaman stood in the empty hall and asked in a deep voice.

"Yeah."

Shao responded and looked down at his right hand.

The hand was shaking violently, as if it had been hit.

"What's wrong?"

The Tapir Shaman asked, looking at his right hand.

"I don't know."

Shao shook his head and looked at his right hand in confusion.

The Tapir Shaman was silent, and Shao was also silent.

The two passed through the gate of the Tapir Temple and saw teams of people swearing an oath in front of the Code Totem.

"Many people will die if we do this."

The Tapir Shaman said.

His voice was still dull and the specific meaning could not be heard.

"Yeah."

Shao responded and looked down at his right hand again.

"It's just like I killed it with my own hands."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone was pulled out from outside. He was a warrior of the Star Tribe. He tried his best to explain that he had no evil intentions, but just missed his previous life.

Dan Ju followed Shao's orders, and beheaded the man in front of the Code Totem.

"Call those witches and leaders in, they are their people after all."

said the tapir witch.

"It's okay, our witch is gone, they should understand that I need a pure army."

Shao said, his voice as cold as ever.

He didn't look up, just staring at his right hand, as if studying why it kept shaking.

"If the eighth generation witch was alive..."

The tapir witch wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Shao.

"The eighth generation witch is dead."

There was another long silence, and the tapir witch spoke again.

"The eighth generation witch would not want this."

Shao raised his head and looked at the tapir witch. With the flickering light and fire, the tapir witch saw the indifference in Shao's eyes.

"The ninth generation witch will."