Chapter 58 The Rekindled Totem Fire

After the remnants of the Fire Tribe who jumped into the river were rescued, they were taken to a wooden fence and locked up.

After they took away the round fire totem, those powerful totem warriors never appeared again, and the people who took care of him were all primitive people who looked weaker than ordinary primitive people.

If it were other tribes, primitive people like this would be abandoned, but not here.

They lived a relatively comfortable life, and occasionally the totem warriors would send some food over. The two groups did not love each other, but they took care of each other in a clear distinction.

The remnants of the Fire Tribe who came from the other side of the river secretly used the power of the totem and found that the wooden fence could be easily destroyed, but he did not do so, because in addition to these weak primitive people, there were many totem warriors.

He had never seen so many totem warriors. He even saw from afar a child playing and crying after being bullied, and his body actually burst into hot totem power.

Yes, the totem power of this tribe is very similar to that of the original Fire Tribe, hot and fiery red. Before the old totem of the Fire Tribe absorbed the totem power of the Grass Tribe, the totem power of the Fire Tribe was this pure color.

This made him very confused, and he even wanted to try to sense the totem fire of this tribe to determine what kind of connection this tribe had with the Fire Tribe.

However, no matter how he sensed or asked, he did not get the answer to the location of the totem fire of this tribe. Gradually, he made a bold guess: this is a tribe without totem fire or even totems.

"Without totems...how did they become totem warriors?"

His stupid brain couldn't think of such a complicated answer, but he was still surprised that he couldn't sense the totem fire of this tribe.

And in a farther place, some people from this tribe gathered together, and they were discussing something in a low voice.

Slowly, the discussion became louder and louder, and finally a quarrel broke out, and even a small-scale war broke out.

The round fire totem was placed in the middle by them, and the central issue they discussed was caused by it.

"Woo, woo, woo..."

The oldest totem warrior among these people spoke slowly, he said: The Yan Tribe cannot lose its honor, we must survive, no matter what mode.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone paused, and no one responded for a long time.

"Woo, woo, woo..."

After a while, someone finally jumped out to object, saying: This totem may be related to the Yan tribe, but it is no longer pure.

The old man listened to his words, but did not criticize, but looked at the round fire totem with some regret.

"Yes, although there is a scorching power in this totem, the other gentle power does not belong to the Yan tribe."

There was a trace of sadness in the old man's eyes, and his gaze turned to those weak tribesmen. They were the people of the Yan tribe like himself, but now...

"Woo, woo, woo..."

The old man said: This is not a reason for you to refute me.

After he finished speaking, the old man raised the thick wooden stick in his hand and hit the person who spoke.

The man was obviously stronger and younger than the old man, but he didn't dare to fight back, and he didn't even dare to use the totem power to resist. He just protected his head and was beaten by the old man until his body was bruised.

The other tribesmen watched, no one replied, and no one tried to stop him.

When the old man was tired of beating, and when the person who spoke lay on the ground dying, the one-sided output finally stopped.

"Woo, woo, woo, woo..."

The old man said: The Yan tribe needs totems, totem fire, and witches.

Everyone was silent. Some people wanted to speak, but when they saw their partner lying on the ground, dying, they wisely chose silence in the end.

All discussions disappeared after the old man appeared. His will had penetrated from top to bottom, and no one objected.

This decision turned into news and slowly spread in the tribe. Some tribal warriors were disgusted and stayed away from the round fire totem, while those weak tribesmen seemed to see the hope of life and cheered for joy.

The Fire Tribe man who was locked in the wooden fence listened quietly to the discussion of these people. When he heard these people say that the Flame Tribe was going to use the spherical totem stone to ignite the totem fire, he felt terrible.

That was the totem stone of the Fire Tribe. If it was taken away by the Flame Tribe, then the future of the Fire Tribe...

The Fire Tribe might have no future.

He looked south, which was the direction of his home.

Whenever he thought of the people of the Dragon Tribe rushing into the Fire Tribe and killing indiscriminately, flames of hatred would emerge in his eyes.

After so many vicissitudes and hardships, the Fire Tribe slowly took root, grew and prospered, but in the end, could it still not escape destruction?

He sighed helplessly, this was an emotion he had never experienced before.

In his opinion, the Fire Tribe couldn't stop the attack of the totem warriors of the Dragon Tribe, and those who separated from the Fire Tribe were even less likely to do so.

Just as he was secretly grieving, a familiar feeling suddenly came from not far away, that was... totem fire.

"Hu~~~ha, Hu~~~ha, Hu~~~~hu~~ha..."

Rhythmic shouts came from afar, as if they were performing a sacrificial dance, but this sacrificial dance looked much more powerful than the Fire Tribe's original sacrificial dance.

"Buzz..."

A totem fire rose in the distance, tall and large, far beyond the original Fire Tribe.

In the flames, the grass-green power was suppressed at the bottom, struggling hard, but unable to explode.

Suddenly, a flame shot out from the totem fire, heading towards the remnants of the Fire Tribe trapped by the wooden fence.

The Fire Tribe member was terrified and had no idea what was going on. However, before he could figure out what was going on, a ball of flame had surrounded him.

"Wuwuwuwu..."

There were surprised inquiries in his ears, and finally the voices gradually unified. They were calling the witch. They were calling this Fire Tribe member, calling him the witch of the Flame Tribe.

He turned a deaf ear to the shouts around him, because at the moment the flames descended, a thread of consciousness entered his mind at the same time.

"Woo woo woo?"

He couldn't help asking in surprise, and couldn't believe that consciousness made him feel that it was the former fire totem trying to communicate with him.

While he was wondering, a totem warrior of the Flame Tribe ran over, pulled him out of the wooden fence, and brought him to the totem fire.

The old totem warrior stepped forward, his eyes were a little cold, maybe he couldn't accept that this totem didn't choose to find a witch in the Yan tribe.

But he had no choice, the totem had the consciousness of the totem, unless he killed him, otherwise... he had to obey.

The old man turned his head and glanced at the round fire totem that had just become the totem of the tribe, and then set his eyes on the people of the Fire Tribe.

"Woo, woo, woo, woo."

The old man said: From now on, you are the witch of the Yan tribe.

At this time, the remnant of the Fire Tribe was still in a daze, he really couldn't understand how he became a witch.

But he could clearly feel the existence of the totem stone, which was the ability of the witch. He heard others say that witches and totems always have a special connection.