Chapter 80 A Strong Man Cuts Off His Arms

The fourth generation witch's maneuvers, the fifth generation witch's hardships, the sixth generation witch's confusion and hardship, the fourth generation leader's perseverance.

As the Sun Totem witch narrated bit by bit, vivid images appeared in front of Diwu Xuan.

It was only then that he knew that the old warrior was actually the fourth generation leader of the Fire Tribe.

"More than a hundred years, it turns out that I have been in the sea for more than a hundred years."

Life is like a white horse passing through the cracks between heaven and earth, it's just a moment.

Zhuangzi's words suddenly flashed through Diwu Xuan's mind.

In his past and present lives, the longest period of time he had lived was actually the lonely time in the deep sea.

"Baxia, let's go, to the Fire Tribe, that's where I feel at ease, and that place needs me."

The voice of the Fifth Xuan was a little tired, less jumpy, and more heavy.

The little turtle rarely asked or refuted, but silently raised his feet and headed west.

It was late at night, and it was not suitable for the tribesmen to travel, but the little turtle dragged the fire totem and moved, so the more than a thousand people naturally followed.

That night, the Fifth Xuan finally took the road home firmly, because of his longing for home and because of his worries about home.

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The Moon Totem Tribe rebelled. When the sixth generation witch got the news, his eyes couldn't help twitching, and his expression revealed disbelief.

"Woo, woo, woo..."

He loudly questioned the warrior who delivered the message, and asked his disciple Yue why he failed to suppress the rebellion.

He had arranged for all the senior believers and leaders of the Moon Totem Tribe to welcome the Fire Totem. Under such circumstances, why did the Moon Totem Tribe rebel?

He was angry, anxious, and nervous, and his graying beard trembled, reflecting his fear.

"Woo, woo, woo..."

The warrior's answer made the sixth-generation wizard's eyes widen, and the whole person was stunned.

The one who led the rebellion was actually his trusted disciple, the Moon Totem Wizard.

There are a total of four internal forces in the Fire Tribe today, and the strongest one is the original Fire Tribe.

The next is the loose and chaotic lineage without a fixed name that gathered around the people of the original Fire Tribe. They are all people plundered or attracted by the Fire Tribe, and their members are quite chaotic and complicated.

The third force is the Sun Totem Tribe, which is the force that the sixth generation witch is most worried about, because the Sun Totem they worship is upright and good at charming people, so he is hard on guard.

The smallest force is the Moon Tribe Tribe, because the power of the Moon Totem is more feminine and quiet, and there are not as many believers as the Sun Totem.

The Moon Totem Witch is his disciple, so he has always paid little attention to this force.

Now, this seemingly weakest force, when the Fire Tribe is the weakest, has exerted its strength, and the leader is actually his most trusted disciple: the Moon Totem Witch.

There are three witches in the Fire Tribe, namely the Fire Tribe witch, the Sun Tribe witch and the Moon Tribe witch.

This is a system established by the fourth generation witch in his later years. The witches of the Sun and Moon tribes were established more for the purpose of managing the two tribes. Of course, this is also because the two totems have enough believers, and the fourth generation witch had to do so.

The fourth generation witch has an unshirkable responsibility for this outcome, but he has enough reasons: the Fire Totem needs the Sun and Moon Totems.

No one understands why, but the fourth generation witch suppressed all the voices of opposition with his majestic figure and made everyone bow their heads.

It is for this reason that the fifth generation witch cannot completely wipe out the Sun and Moon tribes. Only by using non-stop killing can the trend of the two tribes separating be controlled.

The sixth generation witch suffered even worse. The entire tribe almost fell apart in his hands. Fortunately, the good news of the appearance of the Fire Totem came back to stop all this.

However, what was supposed to come still came. The Moon Tribe rebelled. On a sunny afternoon, they killed those Fire Tribe people who did not believe in the Moon Totem.

Led by the rebellious Moon Totem witch, they left the desert and went to the camp of the Dragon Tribe, which had been stationed outside the desert for some unknown time.

Yes, in addition to the news of the rebellion of the Moon Totem Tribe, the news of the Dragon Tribe army's killing followed closely.

"Woo, woo, woo..."

According to the warrior's explanation, the totem warriors sent by the Dragon Tribe this time may have dozens or even hundreds of people.

The Fire Tribe has reached the most critical moment. Life and death depend on the decision of the sixth-generation witch.

His already hunched body bent even more. After waving his hand to let others leave, he hit his forehead hard.

He regretted not learning from the fourth-generation witch and regretted his own powerlessness.

Yes, the sixth-generation witch knew how dangerous the situation was. He might not be smart, but he was not stupid.

Since the Moon Totem Witch could time the betrayal so accurately, it could only mean that she had colluded with the Dragon Tribe. This was a long-planned rebellion, not a temporary one, not a spur-of-the-moment one.

That night, the sixth-generation witch locked herself in the stone house, without a drop of water, and did not sleep all night.

When he appeared in front of everyone the next day, his hair, originally a mixture of black and white, had turned gray. Only his eyes were burning and firm, making people afraid.

That night, he pondered but could not find an answer. It was not until dawn that he suddenly remembered the warning of the fourth generation of witches.

The fourth generation of witches had warned him: If the enemy thinks more and farther than you, when you suddenly realize that you have fallen into a trap one day, make a careful choice, because the only choice you think may be what the enemy needs.

He originally wanted to integrate the tribe and retreat deeper into the desert, but because he remembered this warning, he changed his decision.

"Woo, woo, woo, woo..."

He quickly issued a series of orders that shocked everyone, and then ignored everyone's reaction and forced them to carry out the orders immediately.

The order was simple: the remaining three tribes were to be divided into three, and each tribe would accept its fate and see each other again.

He did the opposite, choosing to cut off the wrists of the strong and the tails of the geckos, and only retain the most elite and most trustworthy part, the most primitive part of the Fire Tribe, and abandon the rest of the team and accept their fate.

With this division, the Fire Tribe was severely reduced in number, with only a mere 3,000 people left, falling directly from the strongest tribe between the desert and the grassland to a medium-sized tribe.

On the contrary, the nameless tribe became a large tribe with 5,000 people, but they did not have their own witch or their own leader, which made them even more chaotic for a while. The

Sun Totem Tribe was fine, because with the existence of the Sun Totem, they could instantly generate a new witch and quickly determine a new leader.

The three tribes were busy with their own affairs. Before the chaotic tribe could be sorted out, and before the Sun Totem tribe could choose a new shaman, the sixth generation shaman had already led the Fire Tribe people to retreat deeper into the desert.

He was not as great as the fourth generation shaman, nor as cruel as the fifth generation shaman, but he was determined to lead the tribe to survive.