Chapter 51 Contact
"Wuwuwu... Wuwuwu..."
The second generation Herb Wizard interrupted again, he said that you people from the Sword Tribe will be punished for bringing a powerful enemy here, and the people from the Fire Tribe who escaped will avenge him.
A voice came from above, as if scolding the second generation Herb Wizard.
The fourth generation wizard stared blankly at the second generation Herb Wizard. What he wanted to know, the second generation Herb Wizard had already told him, all.
Then, he saw the second generation Herb Wizard suddenly smile, that smile, very much like his mother.
Yes, he, like the fourth generation wizard, is a child of the third generation wizard. They grew up together when they were young. At that time, he, who was not yet the second generation Herb Wizard, took good care of himself.
He suddenly had the desire to save people in his heart. When this idea came out, the throbbing in his heart suddenly became strong.
However, before he could make any move, the second generation of the Herb Shaman suddenly bent down, pulled out a stone knife from his waist, chopped at the vine, and fell into the sea.
"Woo, woo, woo."
He said: You can defeat the Fire Tribe, but you can't conquer them.
"This is a Fire Tribe man."
The fourth generation of the Herb Shaman instantly burst into tears. There were many people like him.
"Woo, woo..."
An angry voice came from above. It should be a person from the Knife Tribe.
The fourth generation of the Herb Shaman clenched his fists tightly, his nails piercing his palms, but he didn't say a word.
More Fire Tribe people were interrogated, and during the interrogation, two more Fire Tribe people saw them, but no one betrayed them, just like the second generation of the Herb Shaman said: The enemy can defeat the Fire Tribe, but they can't conquer them.
This is engraved in their blood from generation to generation.
It is the inheritance of the little witch, the second generation witch, and the third generation witch. It is the inheritance of the first generation chief and the second generation chief. It is also the inheritance of the first generation of herb witch and the second generation of herb witch.
The people of the Fire Tribe can die, but they will never sell out their own people and will never bow to death.
A low pressure gathered in the cave. Their eyes were filled with anger, and their hearts were filled with hatred, but they endured it. Wrapped
in anger and hatred, it was buried deep in the heart, buried in the hearts of these old, weak, sick and disabled people.
"Wuwuwu..."
The voice came from above again, saying that they didn't expect the people of the Fire Tribe to be so stupid, and suggested that the powerful tribe chase them quickly, otherwise they might not be able to catch up with the enemy.
There were footsteps again. The people on the cliff should have gone far away, but the fourth-generation witch would not let everyone leave, so everyone still hid here.
On the third day, the fourth-generation witch confirmed again and again that there was no palpitation before sending people to the cliff to observe the situation.
The scouts quickly reported that there were no enemies on the cliff, but some confused people from the Fire Tribe were found.
The fourth-generation witch led everyone to the cliff, and sure enough, they saw many scattered people from the Fire Tribe, who didn't know what to do, and were resting in groups of three or two.
Without any hesitation, the fourth-generation witch directly recruited them and expanded his team.
After dealing with these things, he asked these tribesmen what happened.
It all started three days ago. The people from the Knife Tribe brought a dozen people to the Fire Tribe and asked them to hand over the totem. The people from the Fire Tribe naturally refused to do so, so they started fighting.
The manpower was unlimited, and although the totem warriors could fight with them, they were no match.
Moreover, those dozen people were all totem warriors, and they rushed directly into the tribe to fight for the totem.
In the end, it was the leader of the Fire Totem who sacrificed his life to barely stop them and buy time to transfer the Fire Totem.
"Wuwuwu?"
The fourth-generation witch asked where the circular fire totem had gone, and these people could only shake their heads.
The enemy rushed in, and except for the totem warriors, there was no one who could stand up to them, and the Fire Tribe was instantly slaughtered.
They already had internal strife, and the divisions were very serious. Everyone ran around in a mess, and they were completely dispersed. No one knew which team the totem followed.
The fourth-generation witch could only shake his head helplessly. This Fire Tribe was completely different from the Fire Tribe his mother had told him about.
The Fire Tribe his mother had described was united, brave, and hardworking, but these people... maybe all this was because of the circular totem fire.
The fourth-generation witch's eyes involuntarily looked in the direction of the sea. They still had a fire totem, right in the sea water.
"Woo woo woo..."
The fourth-generation witch didn't think too much, and directly called everyone to start the sacrificial dance.
He wanted to try to contact the fire totem in the sea. Although this was almost impossible, he wanted to give it a try.
The sacrificial dance began, and an endless amount of power was transmitted to the totem fire in the sea. Because of the distance, the power was very limited.
Diwu Xuan was not surprised to hear the sacrificial dance at first, but as it continued, he felt a different atmosphere.
"What happened? Do you need my help... I can't get up."
Diwu Xuan thought helplessly in his heart, but he still tried to release his mental power to increase the totem fire and try to probe the direction of the cliff.
Slowly, Diwu Xuan's mental power was pulled into an extremely long line, but it was still far from reaching the cliff.
Just when Fifth Xuan was about to give up, the big turtle suddenly opened his eyes. This guy looked like he was about to die, but he always came back to life at the critical moment. He was really a thousand-year-old turtle.
"Hurry..."
The big turtle injected his mental power into the totem fire. In an instant, Fifth Xuan felt that his mental power had surged several times, and his mental power was instantly pulled to the edge of the cliff.
The fourth-generation witch was frightened by Fifth Xuan's mental power, but he quickly used his own mental power to connect with it.
"Buzz..."
The two forces touched slightly in the air, and then Fifth Xuan's mental power retreated like a tide and returned to the totem fire.
"Hey..."
The big turtle shouted weakly and slowly closed his eyes.
"Hey, hey, hey, help others to the end, send the Buddha to the west, what do you mean by this?"
The Fifth Xuan roared, but the sound could not get out at all. The little turtle looked at the big turtle with some worry, and did not help the Fifth Xuan to pass on the message.
"At the critical moment, why... Hey..."
The Fifth Xuan sighed helplessly and looked at the cliff.
In the brief contact just now, the two did not transmit anything, but just felt each other's strength.
Although this child is small, his mental strength is indeed the only one that the Fifth Xuan has ever seen in his life, second only to the old turtle.
"This is a genius. If I can get out, maybe we can communicate through mental power."
Diwu Xuan thought, forgetting to glance at the Ba Xia under him. This guy who doesn't fight for honor is called "He". It's really ridiculous. He can't even carry him ashore.
Looking at the big turtle, seeing his half-dead appearance, Diwu Xuan couldn't bear to look away. This is an octogenarian who will bid farewell to this world in the near future.
"What do you want to ask me? What happened?"
Diwu Xuan was full of doubts, but no one could give him an answer. After the fourth generation witch on the cliff came into contact with the mental power of Diwu Xuan, he immediately sat still and fell into deep thought.