The second generation of witches stood in front of the fire totem in a daze, his body was bursting with red flames, and he stood in front of everyone like a god's mansion.

"Woo woo woo ......"

All the primitive people stopped their movements, knelt on the ground reverently, and uttered all kinds of praises that the Fifth Xuan did not understand.

Fifth Xuan slowly turned his head, he saw the awe of a group of primitive people for him, and through their eyes, he saw his fiery image.

"Woo ......"

He spoke, only whining, but it caused everyone to cheer.

Then, without waiting for him to make more movements, his soul shook and his vision was in a trance, and when he could look around again, he had returned to the perspective of the fire totem.

The fiery power in the totem fire was all exhausted, and he felt empty.

In his sight, the flames on the second generation of witches were being extinguished, and he sat on the ground in vain, looking a little tired and old.

"It won't be like a little witch, will it?"

The fifth Xuan was shocked and thought worriedly.

Fortunately, the second generation of witches did not die directly like the little witch, he was just very tired and did become a little old, but he did not die.

For the next ten days, he could only lie quietly, unable to eat nuts at all, and could only drink fruit pulp to survive.

Another month passed, almost into autumn, and the second generation of witches recovered.

As soon as he recovered, he began to dance the sacrificial dance with the tribesmen, and then the sacrificial dance was changed from one dance on ten days to one dance on three days.

The sacrificial dance is very physically demanding, and it is already the most frequent ritual rhythm they can perform.

When late autumn came, the second generation of witches felt that they had accumulated enough strength, and in fact, the fifth generation of witches also felt that there was enough power in their bodies.

But he was a little entangled.

The previous changes similar to Shenda really surprised and liked him, but after that time, the second generation of witches was obviously not in good health, and they were much older.

He was afraid that after the second generation of witches came again, the body of the second generation of witches would not be able to bear it, and he would embark on the old path of a small witch.

This kind of worry is not only the fifth Xuan, but the big boss also has such a judgment, so he keeps dissuading the second generation of witches.

This did play a role, at least until the cold winter, the second generation of witches did not carry out similar operations like god fighting.

However, when the cold winter came and three children were born one after another, the second generation of witches couldn't help it.

He quarreled more and more frequently with the big bosses, and stubbornly expressed his own pursuits and ideals.

The big boss still didn't flinch, but his momentum was not as resolute as before.

The Fifth Xuan also began to premeditate, if this time came again, what would he do?

At least not in a daze like last time.

In the bitter cold, the second generation of witches finally launched a divine fight, and he resolutely danced around the fifth Xuan despite the lack of food left and the obstruction of the big boss.

The small amount of jelly fruit was made into pulp by him and sprinkled on the Fifth Xuan's body, and the hard stones hit the Fifth Xuan's body with the blood from the feet of the second generation of witches.

This time, instead of anger, the fifth Xuan carried a kind of reverence.

Yes, it's reverence, he has learned why the second generation of witches is so anxious, because his life is short.

Maybe it was the running all the way that made him unhealthy, maybe it was the severe cold last year that hurt him, or maybe it was the last time that the gods took away his longevity, in short, his life was short.

This process did not come as instantly as the little witch, but slowly devoured his life, making him anxious and anxious.

He used the magic technique of divine fighting that he had studied for several months, and he was afraid that after his death, the witches behind him would not be able to do it, so he could only use it eagerly, hoping that the tribe could get the blessing of the tribe's totem.

The fifth Xuan is the tribal totem, he is thinking about his blessings, and this matter, he has already brewed the result.

Still in a trance, still shaking, and then he descended on the second generation of witches again.

Without any hesitation, the fifth Xuan controlled the body of the second generation of witches, and kept rushing towards the target.

It was a long, straight wooden stick that was used as a crutch and a weapon by the tribesmen.

He picked up his long stick and hurried to a pile of rocks, finding a long, sharp stone that he had been aiming at earlier.

Holding two things, this time he did not move, but reached out to untie the skin from his waist.

To be precise, it is to take down the vines tied to the skins.

Ignoring the cold under his crotch, he quickly tied the stone to the front of the stick, and tied it with a knot.

Then, he raised the long stick, which turned into a stone spear, and threw it out with all his might.

"Whoosh...... Boom. ”

The stone spear was pierced into the trunk of the tree, and the tail of the spear shook freely.

The tribesmen's eyes widened as they didn't understand what was happening, but by this time the flames on the second generation of witches had begun to push back.

Fifth Xuan returned to the fire totem, and instead of looking at the stone spear he had made, he looked at the second generation of witches.

When he left, he felt that the soul of the second generation of witches had aged and could not be seen.

"Woo, woo......"

The second generation of witches pointed to the trembling spear on the trunk of the tree and shouted at the big leader.

The big leader nodded vigorously, and he came to the second generation of witches, and carried his weak body to the fire totem.

"Woo. ”

The second generation of witches pointed to a tribal woman holding a child, and the woman hurriedly stepped forward tremblingly.

She held the child high and dedicated it to the second generation of witches.

The second generation of witches struggled to get up, and the big leader wanted to help, but he waved his hand and refused.

Relying on the strength of his back and arms, the second generation of Wu finally sat up straight with the fifth Xuan and stretched out his hand tremblingly.

It was a baby girl, and she was looking at everything curiously, full of curiosity about the things around her.

The second generation of Wu smiled, his face was full of divine light, this scene was very familiar to the fifth Xuan, because he had already experienced it once last year.

Very little happened in the society of primitive people, so everything can be hurried very clearly and can be remembered for a long time.

The second generation of witches was originally very young, but his face was aging rapidly, as if his life was rapidly failing.

His hands trembled, and he slowly carved a fire word on the baby's forehead.

"Giggle......

The baby girl laughed as if she had been tickled.

The mother who held her moved nervously, but she didn't dare to make much movement.

The second generation of witches smiled and patted the baby girl, his right hand hung down weakly, and slowly closed his eyes.

He died peacefully with a smile on his face, and chose the third generation of witches for the tribe, and the first witch of the tribe.