Chapter 95 Battlefield
The people of the Fire Tribe stopped and looked at the miraculous slave boy in amazement. He held the fire totem with both hands, stepped on the little turtle with both feet, and the totem flames on his body flickered.
He was carried by the little turtle all the way to the center of the Fire Tribe. Legend has it that when the boy drowned, it was the totem of the Fire Tribe that carried him out. Now he was being carried by the little turtle. Could it be that this boy was... the illegitimate son of the little turtle?
Countless magical thoughts emerged from the minds of the people of the Fire Tribe. Under their gaze, the figure of the little turtle carrying the boy gradually went away.
"Bang..."
Running too fast, the little turtle failed to brake in time and crashed into the wall of the elder's house.
The boy was thrown out and rolled several times before he stopped. He stood up, his totem power was released, and there was no wound on his body.
This is the effect of totem power. Without this power to protect him, the boy would inevitably be bruised.
"What happened?"
The elder came out and saw the boy staring at his totem power in a daze.
Awakened by the elder's words, the boy hurriedly told him what he saw by the lake.
"Blow the bone whistle to repel the enemy."
The elder was experienced in battle and gave the order without hesitation, and then thought about where the enemy came from.
When the Sun Totem Shaman, the chief, the Moon Totem Shaman, the chief and other elders arrived, he already had an idea in his mind.
"It is undoubtedly the warriors of the Dragon Tribe, but I don't know whether they came here after defeating the sixth generation witch, or they just bypassed the way." The elder spoke first, explaining his thoughts.
"They must have come here by bypassing the way. The witch brought 1,500 Yin and Yang Totem Warriors, including 500 people. Even if they defeated the enemy, they couldn't have arrived so quickly." The Sun Totem witch analyzed calmly.
Everyone nodded slowly to show their approval, and this approval came from their recognition of the 500 people.
The Fifth Xuan also nodded secretly in the totem, agreeing with the analysis of the Sun Totem witch.
"I will lead the tribal warriors to fight the enemy. The Sun Totem leader will follow me. The others will guard the totems and the women and children of the tribe. The warriors... I will lead 1,000 of the 1,500 Yin and Yang Totem warriors. 1,000 Yin and Yang Totem warriors will follow me. A total of 3,000 will fight the enemy."
The Great Elder glanced at the Fifth Xuan and decided to leave some of the forces behind to prevent the enemy from splitting up and attacking again, putting the Fire Totem in danger.
"There are too many 1,500 Totem warriors guarding the totems and the weak. If the Great Elder cannot win the battlefield, the Fire Tribe will have no resistance. Let's take them all."
The Moon Totem Witch spoke, maintaining her usual style, very strong.
The Great Elder looked at the totem with a frown.
It was hard to judge what the final situation on the battlefield would be. If too many guards were left behind, it would be disadvantageous to him. But if the fire totem was injured, he would be blamed.
Diwu Xuan hurriedly urged the little turtle to step forward and conveyed his will: advance and never retreat.
"At this moment, instead of dividing the troops to guard the weak, it is better for the entire tribe to face it together, and my totem fire can still fight."
Diwu Xuan murmured in the totem. Unfortunately, the sound could not be transmitted, but his attitude was transmitted through consciousness. I believe the elder can understand.
"Organize the army, go together, and bring the totem."
The elder was a decisive person. The enemy had already reached the door. There was no more time for discussion, so he simply gave the order.
The entire Fire Tribe was quickly mobilized. All warriors who had not gone out gathered urgently. The sound of the bone whistle echoed throughout the tribe.
The warriors gathered together and followed their respective leaders. The Great Elder was in the front. Diwu Xuan followed the Great Elder regardless of the dissuasion. The young man was still a little confused and kept following Diwu Xuan. The
warriors who had organized the team rushed out of the Fire Tribe and walked towards the lake. They did not encounter any enemies along the way.
When they arrived at the lake, they could see a team of more than 2,000 people gathered from a distance. They had already finished organizing, as if they were waiting for the arrival of the Fire Tribe.
The little turtle strode forward, threw the branch in his mouth to the ground, and then slowly retreated.
"Sacrifice."
The great elder shouted, and immediately some warriors began to perform a sacrificial dance. The branches were ablaze, and the totem fire of the Fire Tribe took root here.
The eyes of the leader of the Dragon Tribe twitched, and he suddenly raised the Tiger Spirit Knife in his hand and shouted.
"Sacrifice..."
After the voice fell, some people from the Dragon Tribe stepped forward and performed the sacrificial dance of the Dragon Tribe.
Compared to the sacrificial dance of the Fire Tribe, which was like Tai Chi, the sacrificial dance of the Dragon Tribe was more rough, and many movements carried the flavor of primitive hunting.
"Om..."
A totem fire emerged, not from the ground, but from the Tiger Spirit Knife held high by the leader of the Dragon Tribe.
"The power of this bone knife is not less than my totem fire?"
The Fifth Xuan looked at the flaming bone knife in surprise and said incredulously.
The eyes of the Fire Tribe people were also full of surprise. The sharp bone knife looked extraordinary, and now the totem fire was coming out, which was even more bizarre.
"The Yin Yang Totem Warriors are in front, and the rest of the Totem Warriors are behind. Prepare to meet the enemy."
The Great Elder suppressed his surprise and gave orders.
The Totem Warriors slowly spread out, with 1500 Yin Yang Totem Warriors in front, 3000 Yin and Yang Totem Warriors in the back, and 4500 Fire Tribe Totem Warriors, which brought great pressure to the opponent.
"Their witch has already taken away 2000 Totem Warriors, how come there are still so many?"
Someone from the Dragon Tribe spoke in surprise and said in disbelief.
The leader of the Dragon Tribe looked back at him, thinking that this was exactly what the Dragon Totem was worried about.
"There is nothing to be afraid of. The Totem Warriors behind them are not Spirit Totem Warriors. There are only about 1,500 of them who can fight us. Our mission is not to wipe out all the enemies, but to break the Fire Totem."
The leader of the Dragon Tribe spoke to cheer up the warriors, while slowly swinging the Tiger Spirit Blade with Totem Fire in his hand.
"Attack."
Balls of totem fire burst out from the Tiger Spirit Sword, gushing towards the Fire Tribe warriors.
"Fire..."
Diwu Xuan whispered softly, and the nine-zhang-high totem fire in front of him immediately flew out balls of flames intertwined with light and darkness, heading towards the totem fire on the opposite side.
"Bang bang bang..." Balls of
totem fire collided with each other, some were extinguished together, some rushed towards the Fire Tribe with their remaining strength, and some rushed towards the Dragon Tribe.
Warriors from both sides began to charge, shouting through the sky. After the totem fires collided and dissipated, they finally collided with each other.
"Crack."
The Dragon Tribe warrior used the stone axe in his hand to chop the shoulder bone of the Fire Tribe warrior on the opposite side. The Fire Tribe warrior endured the pain and used his right arm to send out the stone knife in his hand.
"Puff..."
The stone knife pierced the enemy's waist and abdomen, but it did not make the enemy lose his fighting power.
The vitality of the totem warriors is much greater than that of ordinary primitive people. It can be said that ordinary injuries are difficult to be fatal before the totem power is exhausted.
"Ping-pong..."
The whole battlefield was filled with the sound of fighting. Some warriors died of their throats being cut, some warriors died of their hearts being pierced, and some warriors still did not give up the attack even though they lost their hands and feet.
The whole battlefield was primitive and bloody. No one retreated, and no one was weak.
In their eyes, life seemed to have no meaning, and blood was not terrifying to them.
Make up for the second 100 recommendation tickets and add more chapters. Before the chapters owed are made up, there will be three chapters a day - it doesn't matter if the year has passed, the debt must be paid off first.