The cold wind and heavy snow slapped on the face of the third generation witch, and she struggled to pestle the ground with the crutch with a crimson skull held in her right hand, and then walked forward with difficulty.

The snow has been falling continuously for five days, the mountains are full of snow, the road is very slippery, and it is easy to fall without crutches.

It was the fourth day that the Fire Tribe had come down from the top of the mountain, and the tribal leader was still unconscious, dragged down the mountain.

The battle between the second leader and the Colorful Tiger was fierce, and in the end, the warriors of the tribe went into battle, but they still failed to kill the beast, but only defeated it and scared it away.

And the brave second-generation leader, who was slapped to the ground by the fierce beast, has not woken up so far, not only that, but his body is still hot and cold, which is very strange.

In the face of the falling wind and snow, and the fierce beast that fled and did not know when it would return, the third generation of witches made a decision that surprised everyone: to go down the mountain.

Not down the mountain to the south, but to the north.

Five years ago, the tribes in the south moved north, and the third generation of witches knew about it, and she didn't know what happened to the south, and she didn't know if it was safe or not.

But there are some tribes in the north that have dealt with them, such as the soil tribe, the water tribe, and the grass tribe, so the third generation of witches chose to move north.

Migration in the cold of winter is difficult, and the third generation of witches hates their stupidity and does not make this decision early.

But now it's too late to say anything, and it's even more impossible to stay on the top of the mountain, not to mention the beasts, even the cold winter can't survive.

She couldn't help but glance back at the tribal totem being carried by the two people, the cylindrical stone was completely unrecognizable.

Reaching out and touching the fiery red head on the cane, it was her mother's head, and it still had a scorching breath, so that she could not feel the cold in the cold winter.

Wrong.

She has realized her mistake at the beginning, but there is no turning back in the life of a primitive person, and she can only go all the way with difficulty.

The second generation of the leader had already paid the price, and after not being protected by totem fire, he bravely faced the attack of the colorful tigers.

Everything else is going to be handed over to her, this five-year-old child, in the original world of the Fifth Xuan, a child of this age is still in kindergarten.

However, at this time, she had begun to control the entire tribe and shoulder the burden of the tribe's future.

When everyone reached the foot of the mountain, the second generation leader finally came to his senses, but he still couldn't move, so he could only let the tribesmen drag him.

After a brief exchange with him, the third generation of witches led the tribe forward again.

They need help, there is not enough food, there are too many children, and the Fire Tribe faces a life-and-death dilemma.

This is an old road, the first generation of Fire Tribal people walked along this road, and they walked back along this road, looking for the hope of the tribe.

Finally, after more than ten years of difficult progress, they met people from other tribes, and the third generation of witches came forward to negotiate and ask for help.

It is risky to rush into communication with other tribes, because some tribes are very aggressive and will attack wandering tribes like them.

Luckily, they met an old acquaintance - the Grass Tribe.

"Woo woo woo ......"

In front of the third generation of witches, sitting cross-legged was the witch of the grass tribe, who said that he had seen the third generation of witches, and at that time, she was still a baby.

"Woo woo woo ......"

The third generation of witches prayed for help, they didn't have enough food and too many children.

The witches of the grass tribe fell silent, the cold winter is a test for every tribe, even if there is a totem, it is still necessary to live carefully.

"Woo, woo......"

The Wu of the Grass Tribe said that pure help does not exist, just like in the beginning, the Grass Tribe received the help of the Fire Tribe, and it was also achieved in exchange for food.

The third generation of witches was silent, and she knew that she would face such a situation.

So, she asked the person behind her to send an item, and the appearance of this item made the eyes of the witches of the grass tribe light up.

Stone spears.

The third generation of witches sent a stone spear, and for the stone spear, the witch of the grass tribe already knew something, because there were people who fled from the fire tribe and brought the stone spear.

"Woo ......"

The witch of the grass tribe said that a stone spear was not enough.

"Woo woo woo ......"

The third generation of witches told him that what he would pay for was the method of making the stone spear.

This was enough to impress the witches of the grass tribe, so the witches of the grass tribe accepted a lot of babies and provided food.

"Woo woo woo ......"

He also offered to help the Fire Tribe see the injuries of their leader, and the Grass Tribe Witch was good at healing.

The mortally injured leader of the Fire Tribe was carried to the Grass Tribe Witch, who touched the Fire Tribe's head and told him that he had belonged to the Grass Tribe.

Yes, the old man who sent the second-generation leader into the Fire Tribe was a member of the Grass Tribe, and when they were separated, the old man couldn't support the second-generation leader, so he handed him over to the Fire Tribe.

To this end, the old man contributed all his food and hides.

In front of the tribal fire of the Grass Tribe, the Grass Tribe Witch held a unique ritual to treat the injuries of the leader of the Fire Tribe.

The third generation of witches stared blankly at the totem of the grass tribe, they also had their own totem fire at the beginning, but now, the totem fire has been extinguished.

The Grass Tribe's healing worked well, and the second leader recovered the next day, and he thanked the Grass Tribe, but refused the Grass Tribe's request to let him return to the Grass Tribe, ready to succeed the next leader.

"When the Fire Tribe lives and dies, I will not leave. ”

He rejected the Grass Tribe Witch in this way, which made the stone hanging in the heart of the third generation of Witch fall.

Without the second leader, she might really be broken.

After leaving the Grass Tribe, the recovered second-generation leader consulted with the third-generation witch and decided to settle the tribe not far from the Grass Tribe.

This was done firstly because winter was not suitable for long journeys, and secondly because the grass tribe showed enough kindness that it was relatively safe to settle here.

"Yes, but you must leave after the winter. This is the reply given by the Grass Tribe Witch.

A region is only enough for one tribe to live, and resources determine the way the tribe survives.

Naturally, the Fire Tribe would not object to this, they just wanted to survive the harsh winter here.

In the following days, the third generation of witches just tried to perform sacrificial dances or gestures against the lifeless fire totem every day, but this did not make the fifth Xuan wake up.

The second generation of leaders began to grow up rapidly, and he led the warriors of the tribe to hunt in the winter, killing wild beasts to get food, so that the tribe could live in the cold winter.

It was a difficult process, and most of the tribes they came into contact with today lived by gathering and hunting, mostly as a last resort.

However, in the face of such a predicament, the second-generation leader bravely took the step of hunting.

It is almost impossible to feed the tribesmen by picking in the cold winter.

Whether it was the persecution of life, or the voluntarily of the second-generation leader, in short, the Fire Tribe finally underwent a fundamental change.

And the Fifth Xuan, who had been looking forward to this change, was still asleep in the fire totem, unaware of everything that was happening outside.