When the sapling runs rapidly, the crown of the tree shakes violently back and forth, and it looks like a teenager jumping in a disco in the future, which is very funny.

The three generations of Baicao Witch rushed out first, but compared to the speed of the small sapling, it was still a beat slower.

But the speed of the little sapling is still a little worse than that of the ancient cat beast.

"Smack......

The ancient cat beast pressed the small sapling into the snow.

"Don't press to the ground, he'll run away. ”

Three generations of Baicao Witch hurriedly reminded.

"Click......

The claws of the ancient cat beast bounced out, pierced into the body of the little sapling, and the palm of the downward press stopped, grabbing the little sapling with its claws.

"Huh~~~"

The little sapling made a high-pitched chirping sound, so piercing that the ancient cat almost let go of its claws in shock.

"Why is this thing screaming so highly?"

The three generations of Hundred Grass Witches quickly stepped forward and rescued the little sapling from the claws of the ancient cat beast.

When the little sapling broke away from its sharp claws, the shrill cry finally stopped, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is it bleeding?"

The witch had hurried over and took out a small stone bowl from his bosom.

"There is a milky white viscous liquid. ”

The three generations of Hundred Grass Witches held the small sapling in front of their eyes, looked at it, and replied.

"That's it, pick it up for me. ”

The witch approached, placed the stone bowl where the liquid had flowed, and waited.

"Tick ...... Tick ......"

The liquid is very viscous and falls unusually slowly, but the witch is very patient and not in a hurry at all.

Slowly, when the milky white viscous liquid was half bowled, he asked for a leaf.

"What for?"

The three generations of Baicao Witch asked curiously.

"My aunt said that if you put the leaf on it, it will recover on its own. ”

As soon as the leaf was close to its wound, a magical scene appeared.

The leaves quickly turn yellow, and the wounds on the young saplings heal at a visible rate.

"Boom. ”

The little sapling screamed twice, and rubbed the witch's hand with the canopy.

"It likes you?"

Three generations of Baicao Witch said.

"Well, they're friendly. ”

The witch touched its canopy, then used his foot to remove the snow from the ground and place the sapling on the ground.

"Don't take it back?"

Otomo asked.

"My aunt said she couldn't support it. ”

The witch said with some pity.

The little sapling fell to the ground and disappeared into the frozen ground with a swish, and if you saw it coldly, you must have thought that you were dazzled.

"Let's go back. ”

The three generations of Baicao Witch looked at the sun that was about to set and said.

Everyone began to walk on the way back, and the witch happily held the stone bowl in his hand and kept watching.

"It's a really hard thing to get your hands on, and you're going to have to trouble the sound witch in the future. ”

The three generations of Baicao Witch glanced at the stone bowl and said.

"Well, I'll ask the Fire Tribe to give the Yin Tribe more resources. ”

He was the only child of six generations of chiefs, and such a thing could have been done easily.

"Baicao Wu, I heard that you are going to the front line?"

The front line refers to the location of the Northern Yan Tribe, where there has been a fight with the Ice Bear Tribe, and the Wolf Tribe and the team of five hundred people have gone over to support a long time ago.

"The headquarters of the Ice Bear Tribe is extremely powerful, and the damage caused is very great, and they need the God Fight team to contend with it, so let me go. ”

The three generations of Baicao Witch had no smile on their rare faces, and glanced at the north full of wind and snow.

If it is cold today, the Ice Bear Tribe is undoubtedly more suitable for such an environment, and the cold also gives them a strength bonus, so they need to increase the strength of the warriors.

The matter of the three generations of Baicao Witches going to the front line has been decided for a long time, and this time he is not the only one who will go, and several spirit weapon warriors will also go with him.

Now that the six generations of leaders have given up the idea of entering the jungle, it makes no sense to open up the jungle, and all the power saved has to be transferred to the north.

"I'd love to go north. ”

Otomo said wistfully as he walked.

The Sound Tribe was not good at fighting, so he didn't have them in several orders, but the Sound Witch wanted to see the battlefield, and he felt that this experience would allow him to make better music.

"I'm going to help you talk to your father?"

The witch asked.

"The six generations of leaders can't agree. ”

The eighth generation of witches spoke, and he was very terrified of the leaders of the six generations, and his color changed when he heard it.

"Then plead with the war leader. ”

The witch said again.

Zhan is the name given by the witch to the leader of 500 people, and now everyone calls him the leader of the war.

"Don't. ”

Three generations of Baicao Witch interjected, making several people look at him in surprise.

"The situation on the battlefield in the north is unknown, and if there is an accident, it is easy to retreat, and it is too dangerous for Otomu to go. ”

On the other side of the sea, the battle was even more brutal than here, he had seen too many wars since he was a child, and knew that the leader of the sixth generation did not let Otomo go for safety reasons, so he opened his mouth to stop it.

The crowd fell silent.

In this small team, three generations of Baicao Wu are well-deserved bosses, and everyone listens to his words.

"Don't worry, when the battle situation is stable, I will help you intercede. ”

Three generations of Baicao Wu appeased Yin Wu and said.

Everyone nodded convincingly.

The witch spoke, it was by blood, and the three generations of Baicao Witch were not.

Baicao Witch itself has a very high status in the Fire Tribe, and he is the first person to enter the Bagua space, and he has also been recognized by the second generation of witches, and has learned the long-lost magic of divine fighting, and in the case of the weakness of the eight generations of witches, he is almost the head of all witches.

At the same time, he is hearty and does not take power, and he is recognized by everyone.

A group of witches returned to the fire tribe, naturally to celebrate, they specially asked for rabbit meat to celebrate, Xiao Wang Ba saw that he couldn't walk, naturally mixed in it, the fifth Xuan also listened to the story of them catching the sapling.

"It's an amazing species, I've never seen it before. ”

Fifth Xuan looked at the white pulp in the bowl of the witch stone and said to the cow totem.

"Uh...... The cow tribe doesn't like to migrate, so I don't know much about this amazing animal, but I do know about Golden Rice. ”

Finally, the fifth Xuan took the initiative to talk to him, and Niu Totem couldn't control his desire to express himself and began to brag.

"What is Golden Rice. ”

Fifth Xuan is still very curious about this.

Now that the team has settled down on the seashore, the cattle tribe has begun to cultivate, and the yellow millet seeds have been planted three months ago and have taken root.

"It is said that after eating, the power of the totem will be golden and become extremely sharp, the dragon tribe used to have it, but now I don't know. ”

The cow totem had only heard of it, and as soon as he was asked by the fifth Xuan, he was timid.

"I've never seen it, aren't you bragging? ”

The fifth Xuan was a little speechless, the things that the cow totem himself had never seen could be taken out and blown out, and sure enough, the cows were all blown?

"What's bragging?"

Ox Totem asked curiously.

"A smoothing skill that doesn't need to be restored. ”

Fifth Xuan didn't bother to pay attention to him, and replied, looking in the direction of the sixth generation leader.

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