Chapter 61 Farewell
The witch's staff had a very sedative effect. After this action, the totem warriors of the Dragon Tribe looked at the fourth-generation witch differently.
Although they did not kneel down directly like the Sword Tribe did when they encountered the totem warriors of the Dragon Tribe, these people also retreated slowly, and finally fled along the way they came.
The witch who can use the power of totems seems to be a higher level than the totem warriors.
The fourth-generation witch was also surprised to see such a scene, but the totem warriors of the Fire Tribe who were on the front line would not be like the fourth-generation witch who was thinking deeply on the battlefield.
"Woo woo woo..."
He immediately shouted to the Fire Tribe warriors to launch an attack, and rushed into the enemy camp first.
Without the pressure from the Dragon Tribe Totem Warriors, the Sword Tribe could only kneel down to the Totem Warriors. But they knew kneeling down was useless, so they turned around and fled.
The Fire Tribe would not tolerate them leaving like this, and immediately rushed to kill them. This kind of fight from the back was a one-sided massacre.
The pursuit did not stop until it was slightly dark. It was only because the fourth-generation witch sent someone to send a message, otherwise the Fire Tribe Totem Warriors would have continued to pursue.
This battle made the fourth-generation witch extremely famous, and at the same time revealed the Totem Warrior who led the charge.
He was the oldest of the three Totem Warriors of the Fire Tribe. After this battle, many people privately called him the third-generation leader.
At night, the fourth-generation witch sat on the edge of the cliff and looked at the sea. He wanted to communicate with the fifth Xuan, but the tribesmen were too tired.
Moreover, he didn't know whether the enemy would come back, so he didn't contact the fifth Xuan rashly to avoid wasting the tribesmen's energy.
The next morning, he couldn't wait to let the tribesmen dance the sacrificial dance, and then told the fifth Xuan what happened on the battlefield.
The fifth Xuan shook his head secretly. In this battle, the fourth-generation witch was quite brave, but there was really no tactics. Most of his previous teachings and efforts on tactics were in vain.
The action of simply knocking on the wooden barrel to remind the gathered tribal warriors was successful and did not let him down completely.
"Hurry up and confirm the third-generation leader. The tribe needs warriors, and witches have never been warriors."
The fifth Xuan gave his own advice. This child is too opinionated and forcing is useless.
The fourth generation witch was silent for a moment, and finally accepted the fifth Xuan's suggestion, saying that he would confirm the location of the third generation leader after he went out.
"You should leave, the sooner the better."
The fifth Xuan gave his advice again, with some reluctance in his words.
He glanced at the little turtle under his feet. It was still sleeping, without any sign of waking up, but in a short period of time, its body had grown a lot bigger.
"Maybe when it wakes up, I can return to the land, but I don't know..."
The fifth Xuan looked at the fourth generation witch. He lowered his head and was silent, so that the fifth Xuan could not see the expression on his face.
"Woo, woo, woo, woo..."
The fourth generation witch said that he was reluctant to leave, but said that he would take the Fire Tribe away, temporarily.
The scene fell into silence for a while, and both the fifth Xuan and the fourth generation witch carried the sadness before leaving.
The two knew that this farewell would happen a long time ago, but they didn't expect it to happen so soon.
"Woo, woo, woo..."
The fourth-generation wizard put away his sorrow. A big battle seemed to make him mature a lot in an instant. He found the feeling of a wizard and no longer acted like a child as before.
He began to talk about his plan. He wanted to go north along the sea, then west along the river, bypass the Knife Tribe, and go further west.
The Fifth Xuan told him that there were powerful tribes in the north and the south, so he chose to go west.
"Use the bow and arrow well, it can make you stronger."
The Fifth Xuan instructed, paused slightly, and spoke again.
"You have to learn diplomacy. You don't have to coexist with other tribes in the form of war. The Fire Tribe had a good relationship with the Earth Tribe, the Grass Tribe, and the Water Tribe..."
"You have to control the atmosphere within the tribe. In a world like this, war is very important. You can't be at ease, especially without the totem fire..."
"You will definitely come back to find me. I will have to go out one day. Don't worry. At least wait until you have enough understanding of the Dragon Tribe before taking action..."
"Use your brain first when encountering something. Force must be the last resort to solve the problem, but it is also an inevitable means. Always have force. Those who forget about force will perish..."
The Fifth Xuan hesitantly gave instructions, as if he was talking to a child who was about to enter society and never come back.
He had countless things to say, and he could never finish them, but time was too little and too limited.
It was uncertain when the enemy would come back and how they would come back. It was not safe here.
The Fire Tribe only has three totem warriors. With the power of the witch, they may be able to suppress the enemy for a while, but the iron must be strong before it can be forged. The Fire Tribe is too weak after all.
If the third generation witch had the talent of the fourth generation witch, maybe it would be different.
Sometimes the Fifth Xuan would sigh like this, but there is no if in life.
More than ten days later, the people of the Fire Tribe performed a sacrificial dance again. This was a farewell and the beginning of another migration of the Fire Tribe. This time, they had no totems and had to stay away from their totems.
The tribesmen all had tears in their eyes. Maybe they no longer needed the totem fire to avoid the cold winter, but they still hoped that the totem could be by their side.
Along the coastline, the people of the Fire Tribe walked slowly forward, looking back every few steps, looking at the jungle where their ancestors had lived for more than 60 years, and looking at the sea from time to time, where there were totems that could not leave with them.
The Fire Tribe had experienced too many migrations, but for these people, this was the first time they had experienced everything in front of them, and it was too difficult for them.
The fourth-generation witch shed tears all the way, and he kept telling himself to be brave and set an example, but he couldn't control it, completely out of control.
This farewell may be eternal. Is the witch who has lost his totem still a witch? Is the tribe that has lost its totem still a tribe?
He was puzzled, but he didn't dare to ask the Fifth Xuan this question, for he was afraid that the answer he would get would be no.
People always have to grow up through hardships, and fate was not kind to the fourth-generation witch.
After a long journey, when the sun set, the fourth-generation witch sent people to observe the situation nearby to see if there was any danger. This was a skill he learned from the Fifth Xuan.
He organized the remaining people to dance the sacrificial dance with him, wanting to see if he could still construct the Yin-Yang Eyes and meet the totem again in the Yin-Yang Eyes.
The result was naturally no, as they were too far away from the Fifth Xuan. A day's journey completely distanced the two of them, and their mutual induction almost disappeared.
"Wuwuwu... Wuwuwu..."
Countless tribesmen who had performed the sacrificial dance sat paralyzed on the ground and cried. They really lost their totems, more thoroughly than the last time.
The loss of the spherical totem was irresistible and sudden, and this time, it was their choice.
Many people had blank eyes, as if they had lost their spiritual support, and the fourth-generation witch was not much better.
Fortunately, the third-generation leader performed much stronger than the fourth-generation witch. He organized everyone to start arranging the station, using labor to distract everyone's attention and make everyone stronger.
Only for the fourth-generation witch, he just watched from a distance, and did not even comfort him, because he knew that the witch would become strong and he did not need to worry about it.
This kind of self-confidence comes from inheritance. The shaman of the Fire Tribe can be weak but must be brave. This has been the case since the first generation of shamans.