Chapter 63 One Hundred Years of Solitude (II)
Before dark, the people of the Fire Tribe finally found the location of the small tribe in the desert.
Looking at the small tribe stationed in a small oasis, the fourth-generation witch frowned slightly.
He wanted to destroy this tribe because this tribe had bows and arrows. In fact, this tribe did not have bows and arrows.
The Fire Tribe had never lost any bows and arrows in this area. His reason was just to have a legitimate reason.
This was naturally taught to him by the Fifth Xuan. He did not understand the effect of this before. It was not until the surrounding tribes were praising the virtues of the Fire Tribe and the virtues brought various benefits that he gradually realized some truths. After
understanding these, he would find some acceptable reasons every time he went to battle, and they have never been exposed so far.
It is not known whether it is a good thing or a bad thing that such an alien as the fourth generation witch suddenly appeared among the simple primitive people.
But these are not important. As long as he is good to the Fire Tribe, Diwu Xuan will not blame the fourth generation witch. After all, this is a gangster he taught himself, and the template is a copy of Liu Bang, Liu Bei and other thick-skinned and black-hearted guys. The fourth generation witch
made up lies to attack this tribe just to pave the way for the tribe to go deeper into the desert.
He originally also had the idea of expanding the tribe in the direction of the rising sun, but the feedback from there was that the Dragon Tribe was developing in this direction. In order to avoid the powerful enemy, he thought that entering the desert was a good way.
Having lived on the edge of the desert for more than ten years, he has some understanding of the desert. There is no grass here, and only oases can survive.
He had never entered the desert to look for an oasis before, and this time he led the team here just to see it for himself.
The result of seeing it was a frown.
He was very dissatisfied with this small oasis.
Such a place was not enough for the Fire Tribe to live in, and if the Fire Tribe was divided into small tribes like the Knife Tribe, he was afraid that he would not be able to control it.
The lack of a fire totem is the biggest drawback of the Fire Tribe today. The sun totem stone is just a tool, not a belief. A tribe without a belief is much worse in absorbing and digesting new members.
"Woo woo woo..."
He gave the order to attack coldly, regardless of whether this place is suitable for the Fire Tribe to live or not. Since he had shouted the words of destroying this tribe, he had to do it.
Without faith, there is no foundation. This is also what the Fifth Xuan taught him.
After receiving the order, the Fire Tribe warriors immediately ran out. They shot arrows at the panicked tribesmen while running. When they got close, they picked up stone spears and stabbed the enemies fiercely.
The fourth-generation witch watched silently from behind with a cold look, and frowned from time to time because the team was out of shape.
This is the simplest flat push. The key point is that the front row of the team is neat and tidy, without bulges or depressions. In this way, when the enemy is close, if the formation is uneven, it will form a powerful situation of many against one in a short time.
He started training for this simplest formation when he had 500 people, and it took him six years, but there were still flaws. How could he not frown?
"Buzz..."
The totem fire of the small tribe suddenly swelled up, emitting a wave of moonlight-like light.
The fourth generation witch raised his eyebrows. This totem power was very special and attracted his attention.
"Woo, woo, woo..."
He immediately ordered not to destroy the totem stone of this tribe, and asked the people around him the name of this tribe.
"Woo, woo, woo."
The people around him responded that this was the Moon Tribe.
The fourth generation witch nodded, looked at the totem fire that was constantly expanding, raised his staff, shot out the power of the sun totem, and suppressed the totem fire.
If the totem fire was allowed to expand recklessly, the tribal warriors would be hurt. This was a lesson learned from countless battles with the enemy.
The totem fire of the Moon Tribe was suppressed, and soon the entire tribe was extinguished by 500 warriors, leaving only a group of panicked children.
"Woo, woo, woo, woo..."
The fourth generation witch said that they would rest here tonight, and then strode towards the moon totem stone, scanning the totem stone.
After looking at it for a while, he decided to bring the totem stone back to the tribe and study it when he had time.
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In the Yan tribe, the old totem warrior lay weakly beside the totem fire, and his eyes occasionally glanced at the witch behind the crowd.
The witch stood behind the crowd with an obedient look, and his eyes occasionally showed a look of worry about the old totem warrior, but this did not make the old totem warrior dispel his worries.
He supported the lighting of the totem fire and let the tribe return to the embrace of the totem fire. However, what he did not expect was that the witch was not born in his own tribe, but this guy holding the totem stone.
If he had known this would happen, he would have killed the guy immediately. Unfortunately, when the changes occurred, it was too late.
"We can't make the same mistake as before."
The old totem warrior silently said this in his heart, slowly suppressing the murderous intent in his heart.
"Woo, woo, woo."
He asked the tribesmen to make way for the witch of the Yan tribe to come in front of him.
The witch walked forward timidly and terrified, his eyes flickering, not daring to look anyone in the eye.
The old man slowly stretched out his hand, held the witch's hand, and whispered.
He said that after his death, his soul would return to the totem, and the totem would change. At that time, the totem would become a spirit totem, and the witch would also become the witch of the spirit totem.
"Woo, woo, woo..."
The witch of the Yan tribe asked in a low voice, what is a spirit totem.
The old man looked up at the night sky powerlessly, with a flash of images from many years ago in his eyes.
That was the source of all the chaos, the nightmare of the Yan tribe, and the beginning of the tragedy.
Soon, the old man woke up from his memories, and he told the witch that the spirit totems were stronger than ordinary totems. They had their own consciousness and their own ways, and would lead the tribe on a different path.
The witch of Yan tribe frowned. He couldn't understand such an explanation.
"Woo, woo, woo, woo..."
The old man said: Don't worry, wait until it becomes a spiritual totem, and then you will know what a spiritual totem is.
The witch of Yan tribe wanted to ask more questions, but thinking about his embarrassing position in the Yan tribe, he finally chose to shut up.
The old man turned around with difficulty and glanced at the round totem stone. He thought to himself that this totem stone was really small. Compared with the original one, it was too different.
Of course this one was small. When the Fifth Xuan chose it, it was not only because it grew into a round shape, but mainly because it was small.
The Fifth Xuan, who had experienced many migrations, felt that if the totem stone was smaller, it might be more convenient to migrate.
He was a pragmatist and had no interest in leaving behind a mountain-like totem stone, so there was a round totem stone.
"Woo... woo... woo..."
The old man said something at last, and slowly his eyes became dull and he passed away quietly.
The witch of the Yan tribe was closest to him and vaguely heard him say: Maybe we are wrong.
"Wrong? What's wrong? Where is wrong?"
The witch of the Yan tribe was full of doubts, but there was no answer, because the old man took the secret away and he did not tell anyone too much.
With the passing of the last person who knew about it, the history of the Yan tribe may be forever buried in the dust of history and no longer known to people.