Chapter 8 Getting Old

The appearance of the stone spear marked an era, and it was definitely the heaviest event in history.

When the first stone spear appeared in the hands of the third-generation witch, it was recognized by the entire tribe.

The big leader knelt respectfully to take the stone spear from the third-generation witch, and then lined up the crowd and swung the stone spear with all his strength.

This was the action that the second-generation witch had done, and countless old people had the scene at that time flashing in their minds.

The new tribesmen were a little confused, but soon they widened their eyes.

The stone spear crossed the sky and shot into the tree trunk with all their strength.

"Crack."

The wooden handle of the stone spear broke, but it didn't matter. The people of the Fire Tribe began to cheer.

Look, the powerful being that was used as a spear by the third-generation witch actually pierced into the tree easily.

It is simply unimaginable to pierce the tree trunk with hands or a stick.

The tree trunk is so tough and unbreakable, but it was pierced.

"Spear."

The big head leader roared, venting his excitement.

"Spear, spear, spear."

The whole tribe echoed with the same call. Some children didn't understand anything yet, but it couldn't stop their enthusiasm.

The big head leader came to the third-generation witch excitedly. He lifted the third-generation witch and proudly let all the people in the Fire Tribe see their spiritual leader.

She is still young, but her achievements are no less than those of the first and second generation witches. She is the pride of the Fire Tribe.

"Hehe..."

The little guy seemed to be tickled and laughed out loud in the air.

Everyone knelt down respectfully. This was the first time they knelt down so devoutly to their witch, even though she was still so young.

The noise gradually died down, and the big guy began to ask the third-generation witch to teach them how to make spears.

In the Fire Tribe, no one is stingy, and there is no need to ask for instruction, but they must respect the witch.

The third-generation witch naturally would not refuse. She selected a long strip of stone, found a wooden stick, and then took a vine.

"Woo, woo, woo, woo."

The words she said, translated into: like this, like this, and like this, it will be fine.

In the hands of the third-generation witch, a stone spear appeared. The stone spear was not sharp, and the spear body was crooked, but no matter what, a stone spear was a stone spear.

She looked up and saw the big guy, his disciples and a group of tribesmen staring at her in a daze.

"Child, you may have met a group of fools."

Diwu Xuan complained in his heart, unable to suppress his joy.

Look at the child he has trained. Not only is he smart, but he is also unmatched in wisdom. He is a witch who can speak Chinese. How can he be compared with a group of stupid primitive people?

The one who was trained as the second-generation leader, look at your idiotic appearance. You look like your master no matter how you look at it. You will definitely be as stupid as him in the future.

Diwu Xuan started to complain endlessly in his heart, completely forgetting the praise he had given to the big guy leader and his disciple when he saw the third-generation witch running away.

The process of teaching others to make stone spears was a long one. It was so long that Diwu Xuan once thought that these primitive people were just some animals that looked like humans and could walk upright.

After six or seven days, there was finally the first person who understood how to make stone spears, and this person was no less skilled than any of the first wave of people who learned how to make stone spears.

She was the mother of the third generation of witches, a pregnant woman who was respected but only responsible for childbirth.

To be honest, she didn't make stone spears on purpose. She had her eyes on a kind of fruit on the tree, and when she couldn't poke it down with a stick, she thought of stone spears.

But she was embarrassed to take the stone spears made by her daughter, because all the stone spears made by her daughter were guarded by the big head leader, and they were only distributed when they went out to collect food every day.

So, she imitated her daughter and made a stone spear in a few seconds.

She even imitated the big leader and waved it a few times. She thought it was okay, so she took the stone spear and broke the branches and picked the fruits.

This was a complete accident. If she was not pregnant, she could climb up the tree like a nimble monkey to pick fruits without so much trouble.

Yes, it was troublesome.

In her opinion, it was troublesome to make stone spears to pick fruits, but for the sake of the child in her belly, she was still willing to do it.

Just like that, she ate the fruits she picked, carried the stone spear she made, and walked into the tribe openly.

This naturally did not cause any commotion. In the past few days, the third generation of witches had made many stone spears, and everyone was used to stone spears.

But the big head leader was very surprised. He came out from the side and denounced the third generation witch mother for occupying resources and stealing stone spears by relying on her status.

The third generation witch naturally didn't want to see his mother being criticized, so he argued with the big head leader. The two argued, but no one cared, just watching the fun.

It would be abnormal if the witch didn't argue with the leader.

The mother of the third generation witch tried to speak several times but couldn't get a word in. In the end, she could only watch helplessly as the third generation witch and the big head leader came to the place where the stone spears were stored.

After the big head leader clumsily confirmed it again and again, he suddenly realized that this stone spear did not belong to him, or in other words, it did not belong to the Fire Tribe.

"Could it be that other tribes can make stone spears?"

This thought frightened the big head leader. Although he had no intention of using stone spears to rob other tribes, it would be troublesome if other tribes used stone spears to rob the Fire Tribe.

So the big head leader and the third-generation witch hurriedly found the mother of the third-generation witch and asked him to tell the origin of the stone spear.

The origin was very simple. The mother of the third-generation witch only made three "wuwu" sounds, which meant: I made it.

The big head leader didn't believe it. A group of us have been learning it for six or seven days and we still can't do it. How can you make it so easily? Are you kidding us? The

big head leader didn't believe it, but the third-generation witch was convinced. In her opinion, making stone spears was too simple. All she needed to do was: like this, like this, and like this.

Whether they believed it or not, the mother of the third-generation witch could prove that she could do it. So, she found a wooden stick, a stone and a piece of vine.

Like this, like this, and like this, and it will be fine.

The result was presented to the big head leader. He had no choice but to believe it.

At this moment, the big head leader was excited. He called the tribesmen and everyone gathered around the third-generation witch mother. The group of people were spinning and jumping, and they were almost closing their eyes.

But when the noise was over, the figure of the big head leader became a little hunched. Maybe at that moment, he felt that he was old.

That night, the women began to join in the production of stone spears, as if they were born better at this than these men. Two women had learned it before resting.

The next day, three more people learned it, and among the men, the first person who learned to make stone spears appeared. He was the apprentice of the big head leader.

This blow was undoubtedly more serious than knowing that the third-generation witch mother could make stone spears. Diwu Xuan noticed that the eyes of the big head leader were a little dim.

Perhaps, he had experienced enough and worried about the tribe for too long. He was really tired.

The reason why he didn't age so obviously before was perhaps just because he didn't find someone to rely on.

The short witch and the second generation witch passed away one after another. He was the pillar of the entire tribe. Even if he could not serve as a spiritual pillar, he had always been guarding the tribe firmly.