Chapter 6 The Growth of the Tribe

Last winter, in order to heat the entire tribe, the Fifth Xuan consumed all of his fiery red power, including the soul of the little witch.

This winter, he once again consumed the fiery red power to heat the tribe, consuming the soul of the second-generation witch.

If life is a cycle, the little witch and the second-generation witch have done a good job.

When they were alive, they worried about the future of the tribe. After they died, they became the flame of the tribe.

The consecutive deaths of two generations of witches made the Fifth Xuan pay special attention to the third generation of witches. He didn't want the people closest to him to always die quickly, which made him sad.

Fortunately, the third generation of witches is still young and doesn't need to experience this for the time being. The second

generation of witches died in the coldest winter. On the tenth day after his death, primitive people appeared nearby.

At the beginning, those primitive people just looked at the fire tribe from a distance.

The eleven remaining men in the Fire Tribe took turns guarding the tribe under the leadership of the big-headed leader.

As time went on, the primitive people could not stand the severe cold or hunger, and began to slowly move towards the tribe.

When the big-headed leader knocked down the first primitive person who stepped into the Fire Tribe with a stick in his hand, those people stopped in fear.

Then, an old primitive person came over alone. He offered a little food, tied the animal skin around his waist, contributed everything he had, and finally pushed out a young child.

The child looked about six or seven years old, and looked at the people of the Fire Tribe timidly, with fear in his eyes.

The big-headed leader hesitated, and he looked at the third-generation witch who was still a little kid, but he obviously could not get enlightenment from her.

So he used his strong brain to think about it, while pulling the child over, he pushed the naked old man away.

The old man did not struggle, he even knelt down, kowtowed vigorously before turning around and leaving, disappearing slowly into the jungle.

With the first one, there was the second, and more and more people contributed food and children. When the tenth child was accepted, the big leader began to refuse.

Whether it was food, animal skins or children, he didn't want any of them.

The tribe was too small, and it was already difficult for them to support the people of their own tribe with eleven men. He felt that raising ten more children was the limit, and he would not accept more.

More people left with sighs, walked into the jungle with difficulty, and walked towards an unknown future.

On the third day after these people left, a larger group of people passed by here. Among these people, there was a witch and a totem.

The totem was a little broken and made of stone. However, it was not like the cylindrical totem of the Fifth Xuan, but a square totem. There were also words on it, but the words were dim.

"Woo, woo, woo..."

The leader over there came to communicate, wanting to use the totem fire of the Fire Tribe to provide a place for the people of his tribe to rest.

This was of course not free, and the tribe on the opposite side was willing to offer a lot of meat for this.

The big leader was a little hesitant, but looking at the hungry people of the Fire Tribe, he decided to accept the request, but before that, he wanted to know what these people had experienced.

So in a period of awkward communication, the big head leader barely understood what the other party had experienced.

The collapse of the mountains and the crack of the earth might be a punishment from heaven, or perhaps their excessive reproduction touched the gods. In short, in the cold winter season, their large tribe experienced a disaster.

Then, they were forced to migrate, and not just one tribe migrated together. There were more tribes behind, and they were just one of the tribes moving forward.

Fortunately, these tribes had no desire to attack, perhaps they also looked down on this small tribe passing by and only regarded them as a resting station.

The big head leader happily accepted a large amount of frozen meat. Meat was very difficult to get in such an environment.

The people of this tribe were arranged by the big guy behind the fire totem, because there was a stone mountain in front of the fire totem, which was built to block the stone spears.

Without the witch, the tribesmen dared not touch the stone spears, which once made Diwu Xuan very angry.

However, he could not communicate with these people, and he could not change anything. He could only hope that the third generation of witches would grow up soon.

That night, the witch of that tribe met with the big guy leader in the fire tribe. Yes, with the supreme status of the witch, as long as the person on the other side was not a witch, no matter where he was, he would meet others. The

big guy leader had no opinion on this, and was even happy about it.

The two talked a lot that night. The next morning, some weak men and women in that tribe were left behind. They learned the sacrificial dance of the fire tribe and completely integrated into the fire tribe.

This changed the population of the Fire Tribe from 11 men, 3 women, 10 boys, and 3 babies to 22 men, 36 women, 31 boys, and 21 babies.

If it weren't for the big guy's righteous refusal, there would be more babies.

In such a migration, babies are the hardest to survive, and it is normal for them to be abandoned by the tribe.

After sending away the tribe that called itself the Earth Tribe, two more tribes came one after another, one was the Water Tribe and the other was the Grass Tribe.

They also chose to rest in the Fire Tribe, and the witches of the two tribes also met with the big guy leader of the Fire Tribe.

With the view that accepting once is accepting, accepting twice is also accepting, the big guy was much more generous this time and simply accepted people with a lot of bags.

As a result, the Fire Tribe expanded rapidly. Before the next tribe arrived, the entire tribe expanded to 98 men, 165 women, 230 children, and 150 babies.

This number of people expanded more than 30 times the previous number, which made Diwu Xuan think that the big leader was crazy. Fortunately, the two tribes sent a lot of food, otherwise everyone would have starved to death this winter.

"This guy with a big brain, isn't he afraid that the tribe members will rebel?"

Diwu Xuan's worries were quickly dispelled, because these people quickly learned the sacrificial dance, and after a huge sacrificial dance, these people completely became members of the Fire Tribe.

No one could sense this more clearly than Diwu Xuan, because every member of the Fire Tribe could relate to him.

After the tribe grew stronger, he was the one who benefited the most. With the completion of the sacrificial dance, the fiery red power in his body became extremely huge, almost equal to the sum of all the previous sacrifices.

"Does quantitative change lead to qualitative change?"

Looking at the fiery red hot crystals in his body, Diwu Xuan couldn't help but guess.

He even wondered if after more sacrifices, his round stone would turn into a fiery red crystal.

"That would definitely look much better."

"Wait, I'm not a woman, why would I like fiery red crystals, and... for me, what's the difference between turning into a fiery red crystal and turning into a stone?"

In such confusion, Diwu Xuan experienced the second cold winter after coming to this world.