Chapter 94 Enemy Stalks

A special young slave appeared in the Fire Tribe. He could move freely in the Fire Tribe, share the food stored by the Fire Tribe, and the people of the Fire Tribe would not force him to work.

However, years of hard work made the young man unable to rest, so he still did his old job: fetching water for the Fire Tribe.

Carrying a half-person-high bucket of water, with a turtle shell as big as a pot lid tied to his chest with vines, the young man walked to the lake. The people of the Fire Tribe looked at him curiously, and talked about him behind his back.

The slaves would take the initiative to greet him, thanks to his efforts: whenever a slave was scolded or whipped, he would stand up for them.

This is a kind and righteous boy. Because he has the fire totem to back him up, the people of the Fire Tribe have to give him some face, so he can plead for these suffering slaves.

"Plop..."

He threw the wooden barrel into the lake, filled it with water and took it out. The boy took the turtle shell off his chest and washed it in the water.

The sunlight fell on the turtle shell through the water patterns, reflecting the sea blue light, which was very beautiful.

The boy gently stroked the patterns on the turtle shell. He was very curious about these patterns and couldn't help but pondering them.

After washing the turtle shell, the boy tied it to his chest again, looked up at the slave who was fetching water next to him, and nodded to him.

The strong man was flattered, and quickly showed a brilliant smile and nodded in response.   "Puff

..."

A short spear broke through the air and pierced into the chest of the strong man. The strong man's smile was still there, but it had frozen.

The young man turned around in horror and saw more than a dozen people running from a distance, throwing short spears in their hands at the slaves by the lake. "Swoosh..."   A short spear broke through the air and shot at the young man. The young man stepped back in horror, but he was no match for the speed of the short spear.   "Bang..."   The short spear shot at the tortoise shell on the boy's chest, and the strong force caused the boy to step back two or three steps.   The warrior who threw the short spear from a distance showed surprise on his face, and the boy also looked at the tortoise shell on his chest in surprise - there was not even a scratch on it, and the short spear did not cause any damage to it.   After a brief hesitation, the sound of people shouting for help and running came from all around. The boy didn't care about anything else and immediately jumped up from the ground and ran.   He didn't run in a straight line like ordinary slaves, but ran in an S-shaped trajectory. He learned this from eavesdropping on the conversations of those hunting warriors.   "Swoosh..."   A short spear flew past his ear. The short spear was obviously heading for the boy, but he dodged it.   While running, the boy untied the turtle shell on his chest and put it on his back.   "Holding it like this will affect my speed. It would be great if the turtle shell could stick to my body."   As soon as this thought came to mind, a suction force came from his back, and the turtle shell actually stuck to his back.   Even when he was running away, the boy still felt surprised, but he really didn't have the mind to study it carefully. He let go of his hands and feet and ran quickly.   With the turtle shell, he continued to run in an S-shaped trajectory. Two short spears missed him again. The boy was out of range.   Looking back from a distance, the lakeside was like hell. Many slaves were stabbed into the ground by short spears and were still coughing up blood.   "Help... Help me..."   Some slaves were only nailed to the ground with their thighs. They shouted for help and tried to climb away from the lake.   The boy frowned. He wanted to rescue them, but the enemies in the distance were getting closer and closer.   "I'll call the warriors of the Fire Tribe. The Fire Tribe will avenge us."   The boy shouted, turned around and ran away again.   He shouted while running, asking the slaves who came to fetch water to return to the tribe. Many slaves who ran with him were gradually left behind by him.   The boy's speed was getting faster and faster. He could run three or five steps with every breath. The turtle shell behind him gave him a kind of power, which made him seem to have endless strength.   "Someone attacked the tribe, by the lake, someone attacked the tribe..."   Seeing the Fire Tribe from a distance, the boy began to shout, reminding the people of the Fire Tribe who were not yet alert.   The little turtle was dragging the Fifth Xuan around the edge of the tribe and saw the boy from a distance.   "This look is almost like the Turtle Immortal."   The Fifth Xuan couldn't help but complain when he saw the boy's look. He heard the boy's shouting before he spoke.   "Ba Xia, take the boy back to the tribe."   The little turtle heard it and immediately ran to the boy. After coming to his side, he followed him and ran into the tribe at lightning speed.   The boy was shouting all the way, and the little turtle poked his head and curiously looked at the turtle shell on the boy's back, as if he was very interested in it.   The fifth Xuan's attention finally fell on the turtle shell.   "There are no vines between the turtle shell and the boy, but they can cling tightly..."   After finding the weirdness, the fifth Xuan looked at it carefully for a few times, but then his attention shifted.   The sudden arrival of the enemy made him feel heavy. He could not think of any other enemy that could launch an attack at this time except the Dragon Tribe.   But the sixth generation witch had only been away for seventeen days, and according to the time, it was not possible to make a round trip. Why did the Dragon Tribe come so quickly?   "Did the sixth generation witch miss them? Or... did the Dragon Tribe take the initiative to avoid and bypass the sixth generation witch to attack the Fire Tribe?"   This guess made the fifth Xuan feel even heavier, and he hurriedly urged the little turtle to take the boy to find the tribal leaders.   The sixth generation witch left, and he handed over the management of the tribe to the elder, who is now in power.   The little turtle received the order, and while running, he stretched out his left claw and directly grabbed the turtle shell on the boy's back, and threw him on his back.   The boy was suddenly attacked, and before he could understand what was going on, he had already flown in the air and landed on the little turtle.   "Ahhhh..."

The boy suddenly flew onto the little turtle and felt uncomfortable. He hugged Diwu Xuan to stabilize himself.

After taking a look at the totem stone of the Fire Tribe, the boy quickly let go to avoid such a disrespectful act. However, the little turtle suddenly accelerated, and he staggered and almost fell down, and then he held on to the totem stone again.

Diwu Xuan was afraid that he would not dare to touch him, so he wanted to use the totem power to suck the boy's hand. Who knew that when the totem power was activated, the boy could absorb it.

"Can you become a totem warrior? This boy is not a member of the Fire Tribe, right?"

The people of the Fire Tribe have never considered slaves as their own people. As for what the slaves think... that is not important.

"See if you can become a totem warrior."

Diwu Xuan thought to himself, and directly released the power, allowing the boy to absorb it at will.

The boy steadied himself and tried to let go again, but suddenly he felt a force flowing through his arm into his body. He was very familiar with that force, which was the power possessed by the totem warriors of the Fire Tribe that he envied.

The surprise came too quickly, and he didn't know how to react for a moment, while the power of the Fire Totem was continuously entering his body.

"Om..."

The tortoise shell behind the boy suddenly emitted a ray of light, and it was actually passing through the boy, absorbing the power sent by the Fifth Mystery.