Chapter 62: One Hundred Years of Solitude (I)

The light on the big turtle became dimmer and dimmer. Before it was completely extinguished, he opened his eyes for the last time.

Diwu Xuan used his mental power to bid farewell to him without saying too many words, leaving time for the little turtle.

"Ang... Ang..."

The little turtle climbed out of the big shell and came to the big turtle. It kept rubbing its head against the big turtle's body, and a sad sound came out of its throat.

"Huh..."

There was no sadness in the big turtle's voice, but a feeling of licking.

They communicated, and Diwu Xuan watched quietly, with complicated thoughts.

The Fire Tribe had left him for a long time, and he had no idea what had happened outside. The long and silent years had accustomed him to silence. For many things, it was better to just watch quietly.

The big and small turtles exchanged for a while, and gradually the big turtle's life fire was extinguished, and a bead emitting a brilliant sea-blue light fell from the corner of his mouth.

The bead seemed to have the sound of waves, and it could still be transmitted far away in the deep sea. It looked like it was not an ordinary item.

"Ang ang ang..."

The little turtle's voice was like tears and complaints. After calling for a long time, he opened his mouth and swallowed the shining sea-blue bead into his mouth.

It was the first time that Diwu Xuan noticed that the little turtle had a row of neat and sharp teeth. This might be the biggest difference between him and a real turtle.

The little turtle that swallowed the pearl returned to the big shell and fell asleep again, while Diwu Xuan continued to enjoy the treatment of being wrapped in the big shell day and night.

Now a small part of his body has turned into pearls, but most of his body is still in the form of sand and stone.

As his pearlized body grew larger, he found an advantage. When he was in the pearlized body, his thoughts were as fast as lightning, and he could use his strength more freely, while the sand and stone side was much worse.

Such a change made him happy for a while, but he was soon buried by endless loneliness.

Diwu Xuan fell into a long sleep again, and was awake only for a short period of time, either to look at the various ugly monsters on the seabed, or to be in a daze.

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The fourth-generation witch raised his head, glanced at the sun in the sky, judged the time, and asked the people in the tribe to stop and rest.

He has entered his prime, but years of wandering life have made him look much older than his actual age.

From the coast to the river bank, along the river all the way west, through the mountains and across the grasslands, he led the Fire Tribe to settle in an area on the edge of the desert.

At first, he didn't think about going so far, but when passing the river, a large number of tribesmen suddenly sensed that the fire totem on the other side of the river was burning, and many people abandoned the team and ran to the other side of the river.

This caused a serious reduction in the number of members of the team. If that was the case, of course, they would not have gone so far west.

The fourth generation witch thought about it and set up camp in the jungle west of the Knife Tribe, thinking that if the tribe had difficulties, the Yan Tribe on the other side of the river would be a support.

After all, the totem stone used by the Yan tribe was the totem of the original Fire tribe, and some of the Fire tribe people were integrated into it, and the witch there was also a Fire tribe person. After

two years of camping, the people of the Dragon tribe came. They may have gone to the coast first, found nothing, and then went to the other side of the river to kill.

The Yan tribe was just as hot-tempered as the Dragon tribe. When the warriors of the two tribes met, they immediately fought.

Hundreds of totem warriors from both sides were dispatched, and the killing was so fierce that the sky was dark. In the end, the totem warriors of the Yan tribe kept reinforcing, and the Dragon tribe was powerless and withdrew from the battlefield.

The fourth generation witch secretly watched that battle, and then he ordered the migration to the west.

Whether it is the Yan tribe or the Dragon tribe, they are not something that the current Fire tribe can afford to provoke. Any tribe can destroy them at will.

The fourth generation witch dared not stay in such an insecure place.

So he led the tribesmen all the way west, thinking that they would settle down once they were far enough away. Who would have thought that this journey would take three full years.

After a year of running around, the fourth generation witch ordered to settle here, but the tribe he came into contact with told him that this place still belonged to the territory of the Dragon Tribe.

Other surrounding tribes were all under the rule of the Dragon Tribe, which really shocked the fourth generation witch, and he hurriedly led the tribe to move west again.

It took another two years to get out of the rule of the Dragon Tribe, but by then, they had reached the edge of the desert. After

settling here for more than ten years, the fourth generation witch started socializing with the surrounding tribes and released goodwill, but friction was still inevitable.

This time he led the team out to destroy a small tribe that was said to have bows and arrows.

Because only the Fire Tribe had bows and arrows, if other tribes had bows and arrows, it proved that they had attacked the Fire Tribe's hunting team. The fourth-generation witch came here for this matter.

The sun was at its zenith, and it was the hottest time in the desert. The fourth-generation witch had lived here for more than ten years, but he was still not used to this kind of life.

Today, the Fire Tribe is considered a hegemon here. It has taken in many tribesmen who have lost their totems. The team is constantly expanding and has more than 10,000 people. The Fire Tribe

now also has its own tribal totem, which was snatched from a tribe that was destroyed by the third-generation leader.

This totem originally belonged to the Sun Tribe, a small tribe that worships the sun. The fourth-generation witch chose the Sun Never Sets Totem as the tribe's totem stone because the totem's power is scorching and can be infused into his staff.

He also invented the corresponding sacrificial dance, but he never danced it himself, and the people of the Fire Tribe were not allowed to dance it either. Only newcomers to the tribe were allowed to dance the sacrificial dance, but they were not allowed to worship the totem stone.

In other words, the Sun Totem Stone is just a tool in the Fire Tribe, and it does not get the respect it deserves.

It is also unknown whether the totem stone has consciousness. If it knows its position in the Fire Tribe, I wonder if it will be angry and extinguish the totem fire.

But the fourth-generation witch doesn't care about it at all. The

fourth-generation witch has almost all the advantages of those who achieve great things: self-discipline, self-confidence, ambition, courage to break the rules, thick-skinned and black-hearted.

When they arrived here, the first group to help the Fire Tribe was a medium-sized tribe called the Night Tribe. They had over a thousand people and had helped the Fire Tribe a lot in the past.

Later, when the Fire Tribe developed, they were somewhat afraid and began to be hostile to the Fire Tribe.

After the fourth-generation witch sensed this hostility, he immediately hosted a banquet for the witches and leaders of the other side, expressing his intention to integrate into the Night Tribe.

Then, when the witches and leaders of the Night Tribe entered the Fire Tribe, the fourth-generation witch immediately ordered them to be killed, and then directly destroyed the Night Tribe that had been kind to the Fire Tribe.

The third-generation leader had a huge disagreement with him about this, but the fourth-generation witch didn't care. He said: Survival is the first priority of the primitive tribe.

He said so and did so.

The fourth-generation witch would smile at everyone who came from afar and passed by the Fire Tribe, warmly host them, and provide them with food and accommodation, which made the reputation of the Fire Tribe's hospitality spread in this area.

But he would also raise the butcher knife without hesitation to face the friends who had sent gifts two days ago, just because they blocked the development and expansion of the Fire Tribe.

"If the Fire Tribe must be strong and someone must bear these darkness and evil, then let the blame be on me, and the glory belong to the Fire Tribe."

He stood on the Sun Totem Stone, and said firmly to the warriors in the tribe with an expressionless face.

This is his way, one of the countless roads that the Fifth Xuan told him.