The third generation of witches has bid farewell to her youth, and the flowery hair of her sideburns shows her aging.

But it didn't matter, everyone of her generation had already died, including her first partner.

The Fire Tribe has also cultivated a new generation, and they are all very good, but they just don't remember the fire totem they used to be.

She held her youngest child in her arms and sat on the edge of a bare cliff, looking at the sea, in a quiet daze.

The four-year-old child in her arms was not born from her union with the Hundred Herb Witch.

Ten years ago, the Herb Witch died of old age, and her second son inherited the throne of the Herb Witch.

In another three years, her second son died of old age, and his ninth child inherited the position of Hundred Herb Witch.

In the same year, her eldest son, who was waiting to take her place, also died of old age.

She had lived far too long, and three years after the death of her eldest son, her youngest son was born, a child born from his union with the second chief.

Yes, the second generation leader was not dead at that time, but at that time his body also began to weaken, and every time he mobilized the power of the totem, he would not be able to get up for several days.

Fortunately, the tribe is getting better and better, and now there are more than ten totem warriors in the tribe, so the second generation of leaders died two years ago, and the tribe has not suffered much damage.

Even the Sword Tribe, which appeared in the jungle a year ago, did not make the Fire Tribe panic, and even after the totem warriors appeared, those people of the Knife Tribe knelt on the ground in horror.

After the totem warriors of the Fire Tribe spared their lives, the men fled in terror and never reappeared.

Knowing this, she often lamented that the Fire Tribe had forgotten their hatred, but she was relieved to think of the confusion of the new tribesmen when they saw her dancing on the edge of the cliff.

Forty-three years have passed, and the death of the old people has taken away fear and hatred.

"Woo...... Woowoowoo......"

The third generation of witches whispered stories of the past for the children, about the little witch, the second generation of witches, the big boss, the second generation of leaders, the hundred grass witches, and the fire totem that disappeared into the sea.

She had told these stories to others, who listened respectfully, and then turned around as if they had forgotten everything.

They only see the beauty of the present, ignoring the past, in their opinion, the original fire tribe is not worth mentioning in front of the current fire tribe.

Today's fire tribe has tens of thousands of people, and they can't sort out the number of people with the knotted rope method, and the entire jungle is their territory.

They had stone knives, stone axes, stone spears, and stone houses, and they were dismissive of the old life in caves, or the life of sitting on the ground.

They have more than ten totem warriors, invincible, invincible, and all the beasts in the forest surrender to them.

They are powerful, proud, dismissive of the past, and a totem of fire that falls into the sea...... Hehe.

The third generation of witches is very sad for their behavior, including her children, and it also makes her sad, and her time is short.

She only hopes that at the end of her life, she can tell all this to her youngest child, so that he can remember everything, remember those people and those things.

This youngest son is very well-behaved and has shown a talent for being different from birth.

He didn't cry when he landed, he opened his eyes and observed the world curiously, he had been quiet for four years, and he seemed to be able to understand the story told by the third generation of witches, and he responded from time to time.

These strange phenomena made the third generation of Wu feel more and more that this was an extraordinary child, and he must hand over the tribe to him and tell him the history of the tribe.

However, in this matter, she was a little powerless.

Their children all set up their own mountains, and even some totem warriors made a wish to stand on their own mountains, they felt that they were higher than the witches, and they were the real favored.

When the second generation leader was alive, he was not so chaotic, his prestige was enough to suppress everything, but he ignored the world for too long.

"When did that start? after the fire totem disappeared. ”

The voice of the story stopped, and the third generation of witches began to be in a daze again, and the child seemed to be used to her like this, and did not urge, but just looked at the sea curiously.

The undulating sea is slowly changing, and something seems to be stirring in the deep sea, and the waves on the sea are beginning to become unstable.

"Boom la la ......"

The rhythmic sound of the waves was interrupted, and slowly a whirlpool appeared in front of me.

"Woo woo woo ......"

The child struggled to jump out of the arms of the third-generation witch, but woke up the third-generation witch in a daze.

"Uh......h Huh?"

The third generation of witches asked strangely, and then was stunned by the scenery in front of them.

It was the sea she had never seen before, the waves that had been surging in the distance disappeared, and a huge whirlpool appeared, churning the sea.

A strange light shot out from the depths of the sea, passed through the whirlpool, and exploded in the air.

It was as if a gust of wind was blowing, as if nothing had happened, but the clouds seemed to be avoiding something, and the sky was clear in an instant.

The light exploded, but it was not dazzling, neither black nor white.

The explosion shrank again in an instant, and quickly gathered together and rushed to the depths of the sea.

"Woo woo woo ......"

The third generation of witches hugged their children tightly, but their eyes couldn't help but follow the light and look into the depths of the sea, but the sea was slowly calming down, and everything was returning to its original state.

Everything happened in an instant, and everything returned to its original appearance in an instant, only the waves that slowly returned to calm seemed to tell something.

"Woo woo woo ......"

The child stretched out his hand, as if to embrace the light, and followed it into the sea.

"Woooo ”

The third generation of witches criticized him and told him about the horrors of the sea.

She had gone to the sea herself, and the beasts in the sea did not mention it, but the waves made it impossible for her to move forward.

And that feeling of not being able to breathe, left a deep horror deep inside her.

It was a memory from forty years ago, but it left a deep impression on her.

"Woo woo woo ......"

A voice suddenly came from behind him, it was the new leader, and he looked at the eyes of the third generation of witches, vaguely hostile.

"Woooooooo ”

The third generation of witches answered in the affirmative and got up to go to the tribal assembly.

In the past, the Fire Tribe was a hall of witches, but now it is not, every totem warrior has a voice, and they unite to speak out, and many times, the third generation of witches also have to give in.

Next to the totem fire, waiting for her was her sixteenth son, the most talented child before the birth of the youngest son.

Not only is he a totemic warrior, but the third generation of witches even senses in him that he has a gift for becoming a witch - and in fact, he has been peeking into the position of his own mother.

"Woo woo, woo woo woo ......"

As soon as he entered the three-zhang tall totem fire, his very gifted son questioned.

He was asking his mother how long it had been since she had visited the fire totem.

The third generation of Wu was stunned, glanced back at the round fire totem, and frowned involuntarily.

"Woo woo, woo woo woo ......"

She said that this was not her fire totem, this sentence caused the dissatisfaction of everyone, and they all looked at the third generation of witches with disgust.

It's as if she's not the third-generation witch of the Fire Tribe, but an enemy.