The fire burned for a day, and it was not until dusk that it was extinguished by everyone.

Most of the houses were burned to ashes, and only a few stone-made houses survived.

The crowd walked in the ruins, choking on smoke and dust, and sporadic flames were still burning in many places.

They walked past the burned-out wooden houses and saw charred corpses, children, women, and old people.

These unarmed people should be happy at this time of the day, and the family gathers for dinner, but now everything is ruined.

As he walked, the tears in his eyes could not stop flowing, and at last, he threw himself down in front of the corpses and began to cry.

Everyone looked at this two-meter-tall man, kneeling on the ground, crying like a child who had lost his home, and they were all moved.

Xue Jian's expression was heavy.

He couldn't imagine how he would feel if he came to the Nanming Empire and found that the Xue family had been extinguished by a fire like this.

Although he came through time and didn't have much affection with the Xue family, no matter what, the blood flowing from this body was the blood of the Xue family.

The remaining young people also wept, and their parents, relatives, wives and children died in the fire.

The two old wizards, who seemed to have aged many years all at once, were still searching in the ruins.

The fire burned the unarmed people, and they didn't believe it, and the sorcerers of the clan died in the fire.

It's just that I searched the entire tribe, except for the dying old wizard, the forest witch tribe didn't even have a single wizard.

Their tribe's shrine has been burned down and collapsed, and the statue of the witch god inside has been removed.

The statue of the witch god is an ancestral inheritance, which can not only be used to test the spiritual talents of children, but also to connect with the witch god.

Without the statue, the Senwu tribe would be like a tree without roots, existing in name only.

Two elderly shamans sat on the ruins in front of the ancestral hall, their hearts like ashes.

Xue Jian looked at those young people crying, looked at the dead appearance of those old people, was silent for a long time, walked to Senhu and said.

"Brother Senhu, you are the leader of the tribe, and you have to shoulder the heavy responsibility of reviving the tribe.

The tribe is destroyed, it can be rebuilt, the tribe is dead, you have to avenge them, as long as you are there, the Senwu tribe will not perish, you are the leader, and you are the hope of the tribe.

Stand up, and only by turning the grief in your heart into strength can the Senwu tribe be re-established. ”

When Senhu heard his words, his heart was shocked.

He was not a fragile person in the first place, and it was difficult for anyone to bear such a blow suddenly.

Now, like a helpless person who has fallen into the dark abyss, he sees a glimmer of light brought to him by Xue Jian.

Senhu wiped the tears from his face, stepped forward silently, and collected all the corpses of those clansmen.

He didn't say a word, and in his silent heart, he turned all his grief and resentment into two seeds and planted them in his heart.

One is hope, the other is hatred.

The young clansmen, seeing that the leader had cheered up, also wiped away their tears and went to collect the corpses of the clansmen in the surrounding ruins.

Xue Jian turned around and walked out of the tribe, and on the grass outside the tribe, Xue Hongzhi temporarily built a wooden shed.

The badly burned old wizard was lying inside, along with other members of the clan who had been seriously injured but not dead, as well as two children who had been rescued by Senhu.

Du Xiaoqing was talking with the two children, while Xue Yun and Xue Hao were taking care of the others.

After Xue Jian walked in, he asked with concern.

"How's their injuries going?"

When he rescued them before, Xue Jian gave one of them a Da Huan Dan, and he didn't know if Da Huan Dan would work for burns.

Xue Yun replied with a smile.

"Big brother, their injuries have healed a lot, and those who were already dying are now breathing steadily. ”

Xue Jian smiled and nodded, walked over and touched the heads of the two children, and was about to turn around and leave.

Then the old wizard stopped him.

"Benefactor, please stay. ”

Xue Jian turned around and walked in front of the old wizard.

The old wizard's injuries were far more serious than the others, and if he hadn't been stronger than others, I'm afraid he would have died a long time ago.

He said with difficulty.

"Before, I was rude and tied my benefactor to the tribe, and now the benefactor repays the grievances with virtue, and I ...... It's shameless......"

Xue Jian waved his hand, interrupting his words of self-reproach.

"Elder doesn't need to say that, it was we who mistakenly killed the witch god first, right and wrong, but a misunderstanding, now we all have a common enemy, and we should unite and help each other. ”

The old wizard nodded with a wry smile and said.

"Now that I think about it, if there was no misunderstanding, the Senwu tribe would have been completely wiped out now. ”

If Xue Jian and the others hadn't been caught in the Senwu tribe, they wouldn't have been taken out hunting by Senhu.

With the strength of the Witch King's Palace, Senhu and these people will not escape death if they stay in the tribe.

By mistake, Xue Jian saved the lives of Senhu and the others, and preserved the seeds of hope of the Senwu tribe.

The old wizard said gratefully.

"Perhaps, the benefactor is the one sent by the witch god to save the tribe. ”

Xue Jian smiled faintly and did not reply,

If it weren't for Du Xiaoqing's bloodline to lift the curse, the witch god would have killed him.

In the middle of the night, Senhu and the group of young clansmen finally collected all the corpses and placed them in the open space in the center of the tribe.

The survivors looked at the corpses and mourned in silence for a long time, and Senhu himself stepped forward and lit the firewood stack under the corpses.

The fire raged and reddened everyone's faces, and once again the young people shed tears, even the two elderly wizards.

Senhu's body was raised like a mountain, standing at the front, not a single tear was shed, and the firelight was reflected in his dark pupils, turning into stronger perseverance and determination.

The rest of his life will have only two goals, revival of the tribe and revenge.

The fire burned until dawn, and Senhu also stood here until dawn.

Xue Jian sighed lightly and stood in the distance without disturbing him.

At this time, Du Xiaoqing led two children who were only four or five years old and walked over.

These two children are twin siblings, the elder sister is named Mu Wei, and the younger brother is called Mu Nan.

"Wei" is a beautiful small flower, and "Nan" is the tallest tree in the forest.

Xue Jian squatted down and touched the heads of the two children, this is the hope and future of the Senwu tribe.

"Go, go and see your chief. ”

The two children nodded, ran to Senhu's side hand in hand, and looked up at the giant in their hearts together.

A hint of warmth and softness finally appeared on Senhu's sad face, and he squatted down to hold the two children in his hands and said.

"Xiaowei and Xiaonan must grow up strong, and the future of the tribe ......"

Only half of the words were spoken, Senhu stopped talking, he didn't want such a young child to have a burden.

Those burdens are on his shoulders alone.