When the third generation of witches returned with the team, a faint light had already appeared in the sky.

Fifth Xuan lowered the ten-zhang high totem fire, and looked at the second-generation leader in the center of the silent procession, both resentful and distressed.

Resentful that he had buried all the adult males of the Fire Tribe, and distressed by his desperate determination and loyalty to the tribe.

This is the first person other than Wu who can make a connection with himself, and a connection that can be made from a very long distance.

Even at this time, the faint connection remained, and he could even feel the faint vitality of the second generation leader.

"Life and death, leave it to fate. ”

Looking at the second-generation leader who was placed in front of him, the fifth Xuan silently recited a sentence, urging the grass green power to pour into the second-generation leader's body.

The grass green power formed a pillar of fire, pouring into the body of the second-generation leader from the totem in an endless stream.

The heavy vitality poured into the second generation leader's body along with the grass-green power, and the pain on his body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Plop, plop, plop......"

The sound of his heartbeat grew stronger, and the face of the second leader became rosy.

"Woooooooo ”

The third generation of witches bowed to the totem and praised the totem of their tribe from the bottom of their hearts.

As if they had seen a miracle, the witches of the grass tribe followed the prostration, showing more devotion than the third generation of witches.

The grass green power is the power of the grass tribe, and it is not surprising that he has such a reaction, but the fifth Xuan did not give him a good look.

Of course, the Grass Tribe Witch couldn't see his face.

"Woo woo woo ......"

After bowing, the third-generation witch glanced at the unconscious second-generation leader, and asked the grass tribe witch suspiciously.

"Woo. ”

The Grass Tribe Witch replied: Soul.

The physical body can be restored through strength, but the overdrawn soul power needs to be recovered slowly, which is not something that can be solved by the totem power of the grass tribe.

After setting up the second generation leader, the two witches sat next to the totem and began to discuss the future of the Fire Tribe.

First, the third generation of witches explained what she saw, and the fifth generation also listened carefully.

The tragic battlefield, the grassland full of corpses, the desperate Tu tribe, everything should be the strength of the knife tribe.

After discussing for a while, the witches of the grass tribe didn't have any practical ideas, except for running away.

And the third generation of witches is also very confused.

Escaping does not mean safety, and there may even be greater dangers, but staying is likely to be violated by the Knife Tribe, which is also dangerous.

"Woo...... Huh?"

The eyes of the Grass Tribe Witch fell on the Fifth Xuan, signaling that the third generation of Witch could pray for totem to solve the puzzle.

The third generation of witches also had this intention, and got up and began to prepare for the communication ceremony.

Seeing the movements of the third generation of witches, the fifth Xuan's gaze withdrew from those broken stone knives.

The stone knives were brought back by the third generation of witches, and they were all broken and unusable, but the traces of polishing on them were still there, and the sharp blades could also be seen.

"Sure enough, it's not an order of magnitude. Fifth Xuan sighed in his heart, and he also had a clear understanding of the future of the tribe.

If you had to pick out the most important factor in the war, it would be the weapon of choice.

During the most courageous period of the Han Dynasty, a Han Dynasty became a Wuhu, relying on the advantages of soldiers.

If one or two people fight against a sharp stone knife with an unpolished stone spear, they may still be able to win by bravery and experience, but when the war escalates to a certain scale, the role of bravery and experience will be greatly reduced.

This is like a martial arts master, he can fight ten at a time, but on the battlefield, rows and columns of soldiers are crowded together, and there is no room to move left and right, so how can he fight more than ten people.

At this time, the weapon is highlighted, and everyone can't hide, but they have to fight forward, and the fight is whose weapon is sharp and whose armor is hard.

When using a wooden stick and stone spear against the enemy's sharp long knife, the second generation leader and the people of the Fire Tribe must be particularly ignorant and tragic.

It's a pity that he can't see these scenes, he is just a totem that can't be moved, he didn't even have a chance to speak before, but now it can be said whether it is or not, that's all.

"Woo woo woo ......"

The voice of the third generation of witches is transmitted into the totem, asking if they want to migrate.

"Let's go, go far away, and hide from the enemy. The fifth Xuan replied weakly.

This is already the second migration of the Fire Tribe, and for him, the third.

He had experienced it once before the little witch had named the tribe, and that time was the most dangerous, the enemy who rushed into the tribe almost smashed him, and if it wasn't for the little witch's desperate protection, he would have died long ago.

And after that, he experienced another migration from the top of the mountain to here.

He seemed a little passive in this process, because at that time he was in a period of weakness after breaking through the Heaven and Earth Prison for the first time, and his whole will was sleeping.

"Woo. ”

The third generation of witches passed on the decision of the fifth mystery: migration.

The tribe was rarely not excited by the apparition of the totem, but many people secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The Grass Tribe Witch even issued some certificates, he suddenly felt sad for the leader of the Grass Tribe, if he didn't jump out early, he would be able to migrate with the tribe alive.

However, if he let Fifth Xuan know about this idea, he would definitely laugh at his stupidity.

Did the leader of the grass tribe jump out because he wanted to migrate? Or he himself thought it was because of this, but in fact, the deeper reason was the desire for power.

Don't think that primitive people are stupid, they also have human instinctive desires, not to mention that intelligent humans, even beasts, have the desire to compete for power, this is instinct, rooted in the depths of all souls.

In his previous life, Fifth Xuan even felt that this was an evil for a while, but as he experienced it more, he found that it was not necessarily a bad thing.

People have inertia, and the best way to resist inertia is ideals, followed by desires.

The former is beautiful and desirable, the latter is much more vulgar, but many times, it is an irrefutable fact that people who rely on the latter are more likely to achieve relative success.

The entire Fire Tribe sprang into action, gathering food, sorting out hides, and crafting enough stone spears.

The only two people in the tribe who don't have to work are the third-generation witches and the grass tribe witches, and they have more important things to do, which is to determine the future direction of the tribe.

"Whew. ”

The third generation of witches pointed to the east and said without hesitation.

The corners of the grass tribe's witch eyes twitched, and there was fear in his eyes.

The further you move deeper into the jungle, the more and more ferocious the beasts become.

"Woo. ”

The Grass Tribe Witch pointed to the north and asked tentatively.

"Woo woo woo ......"

The third generation of witch brushes drew a sign that there was a large river to the north, which could not be crossed, and that there were more powerful tribes on the other side of the river.

The Grass Tribe Wu nodded helplessly, and looked at the west again, that was the direction of the grassland, and now the Knife Tribe and the Tu Tribe were still fighting, and they couldn't get past such a huge team.

And he looked to the south, and there ...... Forget it, the knife tribe is coming from over there, don't just get out of the wolf's den and enter the tiger's mouth.

In the end, he could only reluctantly agree, but he looked eastward, with deep worry.