Chapter 90 Cowardice

"Woo, woo, woo..."

The sixth-generation witch stood in front of the totem fire, holding a stone bowl in his hand with clear water in it.

He said: The Fire Tribe is willing to form an alliance with the Sand Tribe for generations, to help and forgive each other, and to advance and retreat together.

The leader of the Sand Tribe stood shoulder to shoulder with him, also holding up the stone bowl in his hand, repeating the same words.

Then, the sixth-generation witch took out a stone knife, cut his fingers, and dripped blood into two bowls.

The leader of the Sand Tribe repeated the same action, dripping blood into his own bowl and the bowl of the Fire Tribe in turn.

This is not over yet, he waved his hand again, and the totem warriors of the Sand Tribe brought a large number of wild beasts and threw them into the totem fire as a sacrifice to the Fire Totem.   "   Woo   woo

...   ​   ​   ​   ​   ​   ​   The alliance ceremony between the two tribes was very solemn and grand. There were no less than ten surrounding tribes participating, with a total of more than 20,000 people.   During the whole process, the sixth-generation witch kept looking at the people from other tribes. Wu Dixuan had been with him for a long time, so he could understand his thoughts. He was probably thinking about how to attract some people to join the Fire Tribe.   The strong will always be strong, the weak will always be weak, and the dealer will take everything.   After the ceremony, the leader of the Sand Tribe left some people to establish a settlement, and then he was eager to lead the leader of the Fire Tribe on the road - there was another alliance ceremony to be held in the Sand Tribe.   The Fire Tribe returned to peace again, but the sixth-generation witch did not want everything to end like this.   For those tribes that did not come to watch the ceremony as invited, the sixth-generation witch divided his troops into three groups and attacked them separately.   A total of seven tribes that received the invitation but did not come were all wiped out by the team sent by the sixth generation witch within a month, and more than 3,000 slaves entered the Fire Tribe again.   Now there are more than 10,000 people in the Fire Tribe, and the number of slaves has reached more than 5,000. This made Diwu Xuan frown frequently, but he did not speak out against it.   This is not a civilized society, and the Fire Tribe does not have the capital to be sympathetic.   Not long after wiping out a few disobedient small tribes, Diwu Xuan felt the power of heaven and earth again, and in an instant he knew that the alliance ceremony was completed in the Sand Tribe.   "Can this heaven and earth really make wishes?"   Diwu Xuan looked at the little turtle chewing grass roots, and asked himself doubtfully and thought.   There is no doubt that the little turtle is a divine beast. Perhaps he has a more thorough understanding of this world. Unfortunately, it is not particularly convenient for the two to communicate. The little turtle hesitated on many issues, making it difficult for the Fifth Xuan to answer.   "Maybe I can try more in this area in the future to see if there is such a thing as...the way of heaven."   Keeping this question in mind, the Fifth Xuan began to pay attention to the "new policy" of the sixth generation witch.   He has been tormenting those obedient tribes recently, and wants to include their totems in the Fire Tribe to strengthen the strength of the Fire Tribe.   At the meeting of more than a dozen people, the sixth generation witch spoke passionately about the benefits of bringing totem stones into the Fire Tribe. The Fifth Xuan was dragged to the scene by the little turtle and watched quietly after being worshiped.   Most of these witches had resistance on their faces. Occasionally, one or two showed an interested look, but most of them gave up after thinking for a few breaths.   "Too hasty. This will leave a bad reputation for the Fire Tribe."   The Fifth Xuan murmured in the totem stone, but there was no way to pass this information to the sixth generation witch.   He could understand why the sixth generation witch did this. Once people who have suffered have achieved success, they will inevitably be more radical in their actions, but this is likely to cause endless trouble.   The fourth generation witch brought the Fire Tribe from a tribe of thousands of people to a tribe of more than ten thousand people. It took decades and countless means to make the Fire Tribe and the fourth generation witch have a good reputation.   The sixth generation witch is so radical and has such an ugly appearance. Sooner or later, there will be problems.   "Woo, woo, woo..."   Suddenly, a totem warrior burst into the meeting room, interrupting everyone's thoughts.   "The Wolf Tribe asked for help? That little wolf was surrounded by the Dragon Tribe warriors?"   The Fifth Xuan was slightly surprised. In the past year, he had only heard that the Wolf Tribe recklessly plundered the subordinate tribes of the Dragon Tribe, and even plundered the Dragon Tribe's direct territory. How come they were suddenly surrounded?   "Woo, woo, woo..."   The Sixth Generation Shaman scolded dissatisfiedly: The Wolf Tribe was surrounded, what does it have to do with the Fire Tribe? There is no need to be so surprised.   "Woo, woo, woo..."   The totem warrior immediately responded, saying: Those totem warriors from the Dragon Tribe were coming for the Fire Tribe, and the Wolf Tribe attacked many times before being surrounded and annihilated...   The Fifth Xuan's spirit immediately tensed up, and the Sixth Generation Shaman also became nervous immediately, while the eyes of the tribal shamans who originally didn't know how to answer the Sixth Generation Shaman suddenly lit up.   At this time, the Fire Tribe no longer had the energy to put effort into these small tribes, and after letting them disperse, the Sixth Generation Shaman immediately convened a meeting of the tribe's top leaders.   Under the totem fire, everyone sat in a circle, with a somewhat uncertain look on their faces.   The Dragon Tribe brought great pressure to the Fire Tribe, on the one hand because of the strength of the Dragon Tribe in memory, and on the other hand, it was the influence of totem consciousness.

The Fifth Xuan has been exerting pressure continuously, which is why the Sixth Generation Shaman is always acting anxiously.

"Woo, woo, woo..."

The Ritu Teng Shaman spoke first. He meant to send a small number of elite troops to investigate.

The Fifth Xuan frowned. He had promised the Wolf Tribe that he could protect them. Now that the crisis has come, if he only sends elite troops, it means that the Fifth Xuan has broken his promise.

The disadvantages are not only that. If the battlefield cannot be established outside the Fire Tribe, once the war is frustrated, the Fire Tribe may face a situation where they have no place to retreat.

This era is not like the later generations. The city defense is strong and the defenders have no advantages.

"Woo, woo, woo..."

The Moon Totem witch objected. Her reason for objection was that the Fire Tribe should take the initiative to attack, so that it would be possible to continue to enjoy its dominant position.

Once the enemy is allowed to reach their doorstep, even if they win in the end, they will lose face.

"Woo, woo..."

The great elder spoke, advising everyone to be cautious. He was a brave warrior when he was young, but when he was old, he wanted to do everything perfectly.

The argument continued, and the sixth-generation witch did not speak for a long time.

He sat there blankly, his back was no longer straight, and his eyes were a little dull.

No one knew that he was thinking about the fourth-generation witch and the fifth-generation witch, hoping that he could be like them, either with grand plans or decisive in killing.

Whenever such difficult moments came, he could always see his own cowardice, as if someone put a mirror in front of him, revealing every bit of his cowardice.