Chapter 68 Call Daddy

Of course, Diwu Xuan would not be so naive as to think that it was the witch who called him here, just like the idea of ​​​​driving the third-generation witch out of the tribe. On the surface, it was her children, but behind the scenes, it was the will of the totem.

Totems can influence the tribe. He had never noticed this before, but when the fourth-generation witch enlightened him, he began to pay attention.

"Ba Xia, if things go wrong later, run towards the direction of the rising sun. There is a river there."

Diwu Xuan instructed the little turtle under him.

"Ang..."

The little turtle answered with a childish voice. He has grown a lot in more than a hundred years, but his voice is still not majestic, as if to prove that he is still a juvenile.

Diwu Xuan had also guessed about the little turtle's whereabouts and even asked directly, but the little turtle didn't want to say it. He always avoided his question, perhaps because he had his own concerns. Later, Diwu Xuan stopped asking.

Everyone has their own secrets, which is the price of growth.

"You still have to be cautious and don't be too arrogant. Your disguise of speed is very good."

When he just got ashore, the little turtle ran around excitedly. The speed was no less than that of the ancient cat beast and faster than the average totem warrior.

But this guy may have been influenced by Diwu Xuan and was very insidious. After seeing people, he began to pretend to walk very slowly and has never been exposed.

This is also the reason why Diwu Xuan dared to enter the Yan tribe.

As long as there is a river nearby and the other party shows enough malice, he will run.

He is not an ordinary totem, he is a totem with a mount.

"Woo, woo, woo..."

The witch of the Yan tribe invited Diwu Xuan to go up the mountain and stand in front of the Yan tribe totem. This further confirmed Diwu Xuan's judgment, but he didn't know whether this witch could communicate with the totem.

Looking at the witch of the Yan tribe, he thought that this old guy might not be a good bird. He pretended to be pitiful before, which made his eyes wet.

Under the command of Diwu Xuan, the little turtle slowly walked up the mountain and climbed onto this flat and wide place. It was obviously a place specially opened up for the convenience of the tribesmen to dance sacrificial dances.

The hot and fiery red totem power appeared in front of him. The flame was nine feet high, emitting a majestic totem power.

This power couldn't be more familiar to Diwu Xuan. He has this power himself, and at the beginning, he only had this power.

Behind the flames, there is a tall platform with a totem the size of a football on it.

"This proportion... is a bit seriously unbalanced."

The platform itself is not very wide, only about ten square meters. The problem is that the totem is too small, only the size of a football. It looks very strange to put it on top.

"I could sense the emotions of the totem of the Grass Tribe at the beginning, but I can't this time. Is it because there is no totem fire?"

Diwu Xuan looked at the nine-foot-high totem fire. This is the totem fire of the Flame Tribe. He is familiar with the power, but he can't mobilize it.

"Buzz..."

The totem fire suddenly expanded, and then a kind of emotion slowly spread to him with the help of the totem fire.

"Comfort? I need comfort? Don't be funny, okay?"

Diwu Xuan shook his head with a sneer, and drove the little turtle forward. He wanted to see what this little football could do to him.

"Buzz..."

The totem fire expanded again, and this time it caused the power in Diwu Xuan's body to boil, but it was only the fiery red power that boiled. The Tai Chi rotated slightly, and the commotion was immediately suppressed.

"Come again? You want me to enter your body like the totem of the Grass Tribe? Don't make trouble, let's see who has a stronger body, you turtle."

Diwu Xuan scolded in his heart. This child is too disobedient and needs to be taken care of.

"Wuwuwu, Wuwuwuwuwu..."

The Yan Tribe witch pushed the Fire Tribe warrior up and asked him to do a sacrificial dance, wanting to ignite the totem fire here.

Diwu Xuan watched quietly without any expression.

The Fire Tribe warrior didn't want to jump at first, but under the constant urging of the Flame Tribe witch, he slowly jumped.

Diwu Xuan looked behind the Flame Tribe witch, where a tall warrior appeared, with scars all over his body, looking very ferocious.

"Woo, woo, woo..."

He opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse, sounding like two pieces of rusty iron rubbing against each other, probably caused by a throat injury.

The Flame Tribe warrior was questioning the Flame Tribe witch why totems from other tribes were allowed to come to the Flame Tribe. He looked at Diwu Xuan with an unfriendly look.

The Flame Tribe witch was explaining something in a low voice, and Diwu Xuan couldn't hear clearly, but looking at the postures of the two, it seemed that the warrior had a higher status.

"This should be the leader of the Yan tribe. Did the Yan tribe witch do all this behind his back? Then why did he do all this?"

Diwu Xuan looked at the Yan tribe totem. He was on fire, obviously urging the totem to power up.

"Ignite."

Diwu Xuan said softly. Without any will control, a ball of flame flew out of his body and ignited the totem fire in front of him.

Compared with the totem fire of the Yan tribe, the totem fire ignited by Diwu Xuan was much smaller, and the height was only about one meter.

The size of the totem fire is directly related to the sacrificial dance.

"Om..."

The flame ignited, and the totem fire belonging to the Yan tribe next to it suddenly jumped, and then a voice came into the totem fire.

"Hello... I am... Yan tribe... Luo Totem..."

Diwu Xuan was slightly surprised, because the other party was speaking Chinese.

The sound was intermittent, but it was enough to arouse Diwu Xuan's interest. He mobilized his own power and tried to make a sound through the totem fire.

"Call me daddy."

Diwu Xuan said.

"Uh?!"

Diwu Xuan's words made the Yan Tribe Totem speechless.

"Dad... Dad..."

A voice came slowly, with an unspeakable... sense of humiliation.

Diwu Xuan shook his head. He didn't expect the Yan Tribe Totem to be such a wimp.

"Why did you waste so much effort to call me here? What are you going to do?"

Diwu Xuan's eyes swept over the Yan Tribe witch and the leader who were secretly arguing with each other, and asked curiously.

"Save me, I don't want to die."

The Yan Tribe Totem said hurriedly, fearing that he would die if he said it too late.

"It's incoherent and the logic is not clear. This child's language ability is not up to standard."

Although he was surprised that the Yan Tribe Totem could speak Chinese, it was the fire he planted and it was not surprising that it had some of its own characteristics.

"Tell me in detail, what happened?"

Diwu Xuan asked the Yan tribe totem through the totem fire.

"I'm afraid... they ate me, Qiuqiu is so scared..."

His voice was trembling, and his emotions were full of terror, but it was still illogical.

"Who ate you?" Diwu Xuan asked.

"They... the people of the Yan tribe, they ate their own totems, the previous totem, you were once a part of the previous totem..."

This time he finally explained it a little more clearly, but this answer surprised Diwu Xuan.

Diwu Xuan didn't know where he came from. When he traveled through time, he followed the little witch and the big leader. He knew nothing about his past, experience, and origin.

Unexpectedly, the little football actually knew his origins, which made him very curious and he couldn't help but continue asking questions.