The sky and the earth are vast, covered in white, and after three consecutive days of heavy snowfall, the team of the Dragon Tribe finally approached the Fire Tribe.

The stocky leader stood at the head of the line, looking at the enemy erected in the snow in the distance, and took a deep breath.

"Hit him. ”

The Scar Warrior roared behind him, causing the stocky leader to frown.

"There is no team of the wolf tribe. ”

The Broken-Arm Warrior walked up to him and looked at the army in the distance and said.

The enemy is equal in number to one, or even more, while the ranks of the wolf tribe are not visible.

"A group of spirit totem warriors are not little cubs, and it is normal for such a battle to retreat timidly. ”

The Scar Warrior stepped forward and spoke, disdainfully.

"Be careful, it's all here, let's have a fight first. ”

The stocky leader ignored the Scar Warrior and spoke to the Severed Arm Warrior.

Severed Arm Show nodded, pulled out the stone knife at his waist, and retreated into the group.

Opposite them, Fifth Xuan stood behind the Yin Yang Totem Fire that had just been lit, looking at the enemy in the distance through the flames.

"Whip and Tiger Spirit Knife, are there only two spiritual weapons?"

He glanced carefully, and found no other spiritual weapons in the enemy, and he felt a lot more relieved.

Now the Fire Tribe has two spiritual weapons, the number is equal to the other party, and the warriors are even more than the other party, and the tactical cooperation has also been practiced.

Not surprisingly, this battle will not be as narrow as before.

The leaders of the six generations are making the final arrangements at the front of the team, and the team of 500 people, which has expanded to more than 1,000 people, is in the middle and the front, which can be regarded as the vanguard.

The warriors of the Sun Totem and Moon Totem are lined up on the left and right, and their leaders are holding their own spiritual weapons while they are ready to meet the enemy's spiritual weapon warriors.

The Yin and Yang Totem Warriors of the Fire Tribe are behind, this is the largest team, ready to support the rush and kill.

The Sand Tribe totem warriors stand at the end of the formation, and if they lose the frontal battle, they will raise the wind and snow to cover the retreat of the team.

The warriors of the wolf tribe have been hidden in the wind and snow, waiting to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy after the battle.

This is the result of the negotiation between the leaders of the six generations and everyone, since they can't cooperate, they simply attack one after another, do not disturb each other, and show their strengths.

The bone whistle sounded through the camp, and all the leaders were eagerly organizing their arrays to bring their teams together.

"If this battle is won, I don't think the enemy will attack rashly again. ”

Fifth Xuan pondered, looking at the enemy in the distance.

............

The Fire Tribe's personnel who could not participate in the war remained in the tribe, quietly waiting for news from the front.

At the edge of the lake, a little girl toss a snowball alone, once a slave but now the sister of a sixth-generation chief, whose joy of changing identity has been lost after her mother's death in the winter.

She and the mother of the six generations of leaders died of old age by the totem fire two days ago, and finally the body was thrown into the totem fire, which can be regarded as an old burial.

But the death of her mother still made the little girl sad, and her brother had been busy preparing for battle for the past few days, so she felt more and more lonely alone.

So on this slightly chaotic day, she escaped from the people entrusted to take care of her by the six generations of chiefs and walked alone by the lake.

She loved it because it was about her brother, which was where it all began.

Just as the little girl threw the snow ball and smashed it into the lake, an old man with a white beard suddenly appeared in the distance, he was on a cane, wearing a wide snow bear skin, and slowly walked towards the little girl.

"Pop ......"

The snow fell on the frozen lake with a sound, and the little girl glanced at the broken snow and bent down to pinch another one.

As she bent over, her gaze swept to the old man, so she stopped curiously and looked at the old man.

"Little girl, are you from this tribe?" asked the white-bearded old man kindly in the words of the Fire Tribe.

The little girl nodded, and looked at the old man suspiciously with red eyes that had just cried.

"Why are you sad?" asked the white-bearded old man curiously.

"My mother died. The little girl said sadly.

The white-bearded old man stretched out his hand, which exuded an obscure totemic power, and when the palm touched the little girl's head, her mood suddenly stabilized a lot.

"Time will make you better, little girl, my tribe needs a continuator, are you willing to be the continuator?" asked the white-bearded old man softly.

The little girl's eyes widened, and she looked at the old man suspiciously, a little unclear.

"If there is no continuator, the totem fire of the tribe will be extinguished. ”

The white-bearded old man's face showed sadness, and this emotion rippled, with a special power, as if heaven and earth were sad.

The little girl looked at the sad old man, took his hand and said, "Don't be sad, I can be a ...... Continuator. ”

"It's really a kind little girl, then come with me, pass on the torch, from now on, you will be the next generation of witches of the tribe. ”

The old man took the little girl by the hand and turned to take her away from the lake.

"Wait a minute, old man, am I leaving the Fire Tribe?" asked the little girl.

The old man nodded, reached out and took out a small snow bear skin from his bosom and draped it over the little girl's body.

"We are leaving the Fire Tribe, and you will be a witch of the Chuan tribe in the future, and you will no longer be a member of the Fire Tribe. ”

The little girl thought about it and nodded, she didn't have any special feelings for the Fire Tribe, but she couldn't let go of her brother.

"Can my brother leave with us?" asked the little girl, looking up.

The old man shook his head and looked south, which was the direction of the Fire Tribe's army.

"Your brother is a generation of heroes, and the war has ignited the fire in his heart, and he ...... You can't be a witch of the tribe anymore. ”

The old man's voice was a little sad, and his words also revealed that the leader of the sixth generation was his original choice.

The little girl nodded as if she didn't understand, and then asked, "Can I tell my brother then?" ”

The white-bearded old man thought for a while, nodded, and said, "Wait until after the big battle, so as not to disturb his mind." ”

The little girl nodded happily and followed the white-bearded old man towards the vast snowfield.

"You don't have a name yet, do you?" asked the white-bearded old man as he walked.

"What's the name?" asked the little girl, confused.

"It's just the title, what do they call you?"

"The leader's sister, that's what the people of the Fire Tribe call me. The little girl said proudly.

"Then you need a name, just call it salary, this was originally the name I prepared for your brother. The white-bearded old man said.

"Then give it to my brother, my sister. The little girl said.

The white-bearded old man shook his head and said, "His fate has changed, he will have his own name, and the salary is no longer suitable for him, you call it salary." ”

The little girl looked at the old man suspiciously, not quite understanding what the old man said, but she nodded obediently at last.

"Then I'll call it salary, old man, what's your name?" asked the little girl.

"My name is Cang, you can call me Cangwu. The old man looked at the sky and said.

The little girl nodded, and called out to Grandpa Cangwu.

As the two spoke, they gradually moved away, and slowly, the snowflakes on the ground flew, and the old man took the girl's hand, slowly stepped on the snowflakes, and walked into the sky.

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