The fog spread down from the altar again, and the gates of all wonders slowly revealed.

Everyone who looked at each other glanced at Tai Chi on the door, and their eyes invariably looked in the direction of the totem pole witch.

In addition to the eight generations of witches and the three generations of Baicao witches, there are only eight totem pole witches who can be called fire tribe witches, and their eyes are focused here, naturally wanting them to explore.

However, before the eight pillar witches could speak, a voice suddenly came, which surprised everyone.

"I want to go in and have a look. ”

The one who opened his mouth was the son of the leader of the sixth generation, who passed on the totem witch.

His face was grim, and his eyes looked at the door of all wonders persistently, without a trace of flickering in his eyes.

Everyone's eyes looked at the six generations of leaders again, and in the absence of Wu, this kind of thing should be decided by him.

Whether it is the three generations of Baicao Witch or the Eight Pillar Witches, they are not as good as him in terms of status.

There was hesitation on the face of the leader of the six generations, and he glanced at his son, and then at the expectant gaze of the pillar witches.

"Is this kid thinking too much? He's a totem witch. ”

The cow totem opened his mouth and said to the fifth Xuan.

"But he believed in me. ”

Fifth Xuan doesn't mind the identity of the totem witch, in his opinion, the totem is just a tool, just like the day totem and the moon totem.

What he cares about is whether the totem can cause a corresponding reaction when he enters the gossip space.

But he couldn't speak, and he didn't want to say anything, just quietly waiting for the decision of the six generations of leaders.

After several hesitations, the eyes of the six generations of leaders finally fell on their son: "Okay, you go." ”

The three generations of Hundred Grass Witch's brows furrowed, his lips moved, and finally he didn't say anything.

There were disappointed expressions on the faces of the Pillar Witches, but they didn't dare to argue with the leaders of the six generations, and could only hope that the Totem Witch could not open the door to the Mysteries.

However, they were destined to be disappointed to the end, and with the outstretched hand of the Totem Witch, the Taiji Gate slowly opened, and the Totem Witch strode in.

"Dance the sacrificial dance, think about what you want. ”

Three generations of Baicao Witch spoke in the back, reminding the totem witch.

The footsteps of the Totem Witch stopped, turned back to the three generations of Baicao Witch and nodded, turned his head, and strode into the Yongdao.

The door of all wonders closed, the road disappeared in an instant, and the tribal witch entered the gossip space.

In the mist, the totem witch looked very calm.

He rarely talks to people since he was a child, and he doesn't like to communicate with people, he is silent every day, but he has developed a character that is not surprised by changes.

Fifth Xuan paid attention to him, waiting for him to pass the sacrificial dance to see if he could cause changes in the gossip space.

After observing the surroundings, the totem witch slowly danced the sacrificial dance.

There is no trace of mistake in his action standards, even if he becomes a totem witch, he has never missed a big sacrifice, because his heart has always been in the Fire Tribe.

As he moved, the Fifth Gen became more and more connected to him, and the feeling of a heart-to-heart connection reappeared.

"You want ...... Have you found the source of the Fire Tribe?"

Fifth Xuan muttered softly, and he explored the will of the Totem Witch.

This taciturn teenager actually wanted to explore the source of the Fire Tribe, and this idea was really beyond the imagination of the Fifth Xuan.

As he pondered, the entire space began to vibrate, and then, a point of light was born in the center of the space.

Fifth Xuan looked at the consciousness coming from the point of light and began to inject power.

Then, his soul seemed to be gone, and the sharp pain made him let out a roar of pain.

He originally thought that with the previous experience, this time it would be much better, and he didn't want the result to be worse than the last time.

His totemic power was restored, but his soul seemed to be damaged, and when he transmitted his power, it seemed to be a secondary injury to the wound, and he was dizzy from the pain.

Enduring the feeling of fainting, the Fifth Xuan and the Legend Totem Witch stared at the point of light together.

The point of light grew larger and closer, and slowly, the image inside was seen by the two.

It's still the top of the mountain, it's still the totem stone of the past, but the one who appears next to the totem stone is no longer the second generation of witches, but the little witches.

The little witch was really short and thin, and he looked like a monkey, jumping up and down around the totem stone, which looked very funny.

It was the first time that Fifth Xuan had seen this picture from the perspective of a third person, and even though the pain from his soul was unbearable, he still couldn't help but smile.

The totem witch did not laugh, but he took out a piece of animal skin from his arms, and also took out some dye, and actually sat on the ground, ready to draw this scene.

Fifth Xuan suddenly realized, no wonder he wanted to see the source of the Fire Tribe, it turned out that he wanted to record all this.

"If you can record this picture, you must let future generations know that their first generation of witches is not as great as it seems. ”

Fifth Xuan thought with a smile holding back the pain.

Now the appearance of the little witch in that light world is very funny, if it is known to future generations, it may not be laughed at.

Fifth Xuan looked at the world in the point of light for a while, and then swept his gaze to the scroll in the hand of the totem witch.

His right hand trembled rapidly, and now he is familiar with painting, with a few simple sketches, mountain tops, totem stones, and small witches appear vividly in the scroll.

He didn't beautify the little witch, but just truthfully recorded everything he saw, which made Fifth Xuan happy.

In his previous life, he was full of disgust for those who colluded with history, whether it was beautified or scandalized, it would have an incorrect impact on future generations.

This makes the fifth Xuan occasionally have the illusion of standing in front of the haha mirror to tidy up his clothes when he is watching history, and he always feels very uncomfortable.

The first generation of witches in the world of light points looked around the totem stone for a while, and then picked up a sharp stone.

Fifth Xuan knew that he was going to cut his palm next and write the word fire, and from then on, the Fire Tribe was called the Fire Tribe, and before that, the Fire Tribe was just a tribe without a name.

Just as the stone in the little witch's hand was about to cut through his palm, he suddenly stopped, and looked beyond the world of light, looking at the totem witch.

Fifth Xuan was slightly stunned, not understanding why he stopped.

The totem witch also stopped what he was doing, and looked at the first generation of witches in surprise, not understanding what he was going to do.

In the astonished gaze of the two, the little witch suddenly grinned, and then he slashed his palm with a stone under the gaze of the two.

Everything returned to normal, but the movements of the totem witch completely stopped, and as the little witch slowly began to write the word fire, he actually put aside the animal skin, and looked at the world in the point of light intently.

Fire characters are very easy to write, even if it is hieroglyphs, it can be sketched with just a few strokes, but this time, the little man Wu writes very slowly, much slower than the speed at which he writes in real history.

He seemed to deliberately let the Totem Witch see his every stroke and stroke.

Slowly, a fire character was written, and he smiled at the totem witch again, then waved his hand at the fifth Xuan, turned around and slowly disappeared from the field of vision of the two.

With his disappearance, the fifth Xuan was already a little unable to bear the sleepiness that swept in, but the totem witch always stood there in a daze, and the fifth Xuan was afraid of interrupting his thinking, so he could only support it reluctantly.

When people are in pain, the flow of time is very slow, and the fifth Xuan is spending his days fighting against sleepiness, while the totem witch just stays there in astonishment.

I don't know how long it has been, it may have been just a moment, or it may have been used for a long time, anyway, the fifth Xuan can't judge the specific time.

"Ah......h

The Totem Witch suddenly let out a sudden cry of enlightenment, and then his gaze became agile again.

"What are you, get me out. ”

The fifth Xuan said tiredly, barely controlling the dense fog and sending the totem witch out of the gossip space.

"Buzz ......"

The fog shook, and the Totem Witch was already standing beside the altar, and the Fire Tribe let out a burst of exclamations.

Judging from the time, the totem witch should have been successful, and people looked at him expectantly, hoping that he could also wave his hand to make the warriors have more powerful totem power.

However, they were destined to be disappointed, and the totem witch who had just suddenly realized waved his hand to the fifth Xuan, and then he stood stunned for a long time, as if thinking about something.

Just when everyone was a little overwhelmed by what to wait, and the leader of the sixth generation was about to come forward to wake him up, he suddenly moved.

Still a familiar action, he took out a hide from his bosom, then the dye, and then ...... He was stunned again.

"Wait a minute, maybe there is no understanding. ”

The three generations of Baicao Witch opened his mouth and said to the six generations of leaders.

He is the only one who has obtained the magic method from the door of all wonders, and his words will naturally be listened to by everyone.

Although the pillar witches were dissatisfied with the fact that the totem witch was the first to enter the gate of all wonders, they were still happy if he could gain something, so they did not say anything against it.

Even they didn't object, and the others had to wait quietly.

About the time of the meal, the Totem Witch finally moved slowly, he stained his right hand with the dye, and waved his hand to apply it to the hide, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he stopped again.

Seeing this scene, I don't know how many people think about it in their hearts.

As a result, this time the totem witch was not in a daze at all, he threw down the animal skin, took out his stone knife from the back of his waist with his left hand, and slashed his right hand.

"Ah......h

Someone screamed in surprise.

Amid the screams of these men, the tribal witch strode over to the thick fog.

At this moment, blood dripped from the palm of his raffed right hand and fell onto the altar, but he did not care at all, and stood in front of the thick fog, looking left and right, as if he were observing the animal skin as a scroll.

He stretched out his hand and raised it high and landed on the thick fog, which stained it with blood and left a mark.

But it wasn't over yet, his hand began to move slowly, very slowly, the blood in his palm flowed very quickly, and as he moved, a blood-red vertical bar appeared on the thick fog.

"What is this for?"

Someone asked the question in everyone's mind, but no one could answer it.

Slowly, his speed grew faster and faster, and in just a few strokes, his movements stopped.

"Fire. ”

Fire Totem Pole Witch reached out in surprise and shouted as he pointed to the blood stains on the fog.

"It's really fire. ”

More people spoke.

The word is fire, not because they know it, but because they can feel the will on it at a glance, which is the will that belongs to the fire totem, which was once written on the original totem stone by the first generation of witches.

After more than a hundred years, they saw this word again, this mark that condensed their beliefs and represented the origin of the Fire Tribe.

It's a simple word, but I don't know how much blood and tears are condensed, how much the past represents, and the ragged hardships of the road seem to hit the weakest heart of the Fire Tribe in an instant.

They have thought too much, they have experienced too much, but they know that this is the Fire Tribe, this is the Fire Tribe, this is the Fire Tribe, which is unyielding and does not bow to fate.

They may suffer more, but they are not afraid, and they will surely go on more determinedly, welcoming one glory after another, until the end of the world.

-End of Volume 2 Ice Age-

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