Chuanwu is coming back from the seaside, and normally, he won't take the road of the warehouse to the north, because if he walks this way, he will take a long detour.

But he came out to evacuate the depression caused by not being able to fully understand the totem spirit of the moon ago, so the distance was not important to him, or it had lost its meaning.

From the enlightenment, he felt some insights in a trance, as if he had once again witnessed what a generation of witches had done in the world of light.

Although the movements were different and the way was different, it gave him a sense of déjà vu.

This made him put aside the totem text for a while, thinking about this question every day, thinking about it for more than a month, he already had some ideas, but there were still some confused places, so he didn't know how to solve them.

Because of these problems, he came out to relax, but on the way back, he suddenly saw a fierce tapir running out of the jungle frantically.

It also had an arrow stuck in its left eye, and it trembled.

Just when Chuanwu was surprised, he found that the fierce tapir also stopped in surprise, and then Chuanwu vaguely saw an afterimage rushing behind the fierce tapir, as if stabbing it with a spear.

And then...... The ferocious tapir is completely insane.

It roared and screamed, and its four hooves kept jumping on the ground, and it would even jump high to relieve the pain.

But the more it moved, the more painful it hurt, and when it finally got a little tired, it spread out on the ground and began to let out a wail and a thick wheezing sound.

Chuan Wu slowly stepped forward, and he noticed that the fierce tapir's belly was very large, and it looked like a ...... Pregnant.

"Witches, please be safe, let's do it. ”

The captain of this squad had already run over, and when he saw the witch, he hurriedly stepped forward to stop the witch from approaching.

"Pregnant?"

The witch didn't have to step forward, but just glanced at the warrior who pierced the back court of the fierce tapir, and then looked at the captain and asked.

"Yes, I don't know what kind of madness I went to, and rushed towards the Fire Tribe. ”

The captain explained, but the stone spear in his hand was straight, afraid that the fierce tapir would continue to go crazy.

The witch looked at the panting and wailing tapir, especially at its right eye, as if it had tears in it.

"Its child, can it still be saved?"

The witch asked.

The captain was taken aback for a moment, not understanding why he was asking this question, but his gaze swept to the stone.

The spear just now was a stone thorn, and he should know best.

"It's hopeless. ”

Shi said affirmatively.

When he attacked, he deliberately adjusted the direction of his force, not upward, but flat stabbing or even pressing downward, which was because he wanted to pierce the belly of the tapir and cause more damage.

Chuanwu frowned and stepped forward slowly.

"Be careful. ”

The captain hurriedly reminded.

Chuanwu's status in the Fire Tribe is not low, especially since he is also the son of the leader of the sixth generation, which makes his identity even more noble, and he can't be treated carelessly by everyone.

"It's okay, you don't have to be nervous. ”

As he spoke, he slowly came to the tapir and squatted down.

At this time, the barritable's struggle was already very small, its right eye was a little sad, and the light of life was also weakening.

"No, not its spirit, it's its. ”

The witch muttered, his gaze moving from the tapir's face to its belly.

He reached out and gently stroked the tapir's belly, or rather, the child in its belly.

"Go and fetch the totem. ”

Chuan Wu opened his mouth and said to the captain behind him.

"Huh?"

The captain didn't understand the abrupt words

"Pass the totem stone, take it, quickly. ”

The witch head urged without replying.

As he gazed, he noticed a faint black mist slowly drifting from the tapir's belly.

This mist is the key point he has been looking for these days, the key to the Spirit.

"Shi, go and bring the totem stone, just say it's a request for the witch. ”

The captain ordered Xiang Shi.

Shi immediately turned around and left, galloping towards the tribe at full speed, and after a while, he came to the front of the totem, explained to the people next to him, and got the totem stone.

In fact, although the status of the witch is high, but the totem stone is different, the fire tribe has long regarded the totems other than the fire totem and the alliance totem as a tool, and they lack basic respect for these totems.

But no one cares about this, the primitive world is not the time to pay attention to human rights, let alone totems.

The totem stone was taken, followed by the eight generations of witches, he did not have the speed of the stone, and when he chased all the way over, he saw that the witch was putting the totem stone on the belly of the tapir, and then used the stone knife to slowly cut the right palm.

"Your child will live in another form. ”

The witch said to the tapir who looked at him, and the tapir seemed to understand, and looked at him with a hint of gratitude in his eyes.

Instead of paying attention to the dying tapir, the witch put his bloody right hand on the tapir's stomach and moved slowly.

The slight black mist, invisible to the others, was stained with the blood that flowed from his right hand, clinging to the blood in his hand.

"Spirit, so it is. ”

The more black fog he had, the more he could feel that he had made the right choice, and the clearer he was about the abilities given to him by a generation of witches.

"Buzz ......"

As the witch slowly raised his hand, the totem fire around the totem stone vibrated and made a slight sound.

"You are a heirloom, and you shall remain forever. ”

As he spoke, he slowly wrote on the stone, which was written in totemic characters, and as long as he could use the power of the totem, he could recognize it at a glance.

The eighth generation of witches had already arrived, and after thinking about it, he roughly understood the meaning of passing on the witches, just like the first generation of witches of the Fire Tribe did, giving names to the Fire Tribe.

This is the official name given to the tribe.

Just when he thought the ritual was about to end, the witch slowly moved his right hand and wrote a more complicated word: tapir.

"Tapir?" the eighth generation of witches was slightly surprised, a little unclear.

At this time, Chuanwu had completely finished writing these two words, and he sat on the ground very tired, feeling that all his energy and energy had been drained.

"Are you alright?"

The eighth generation of witches stepped forward and asked.

Chuanwu shook his head and said, "I have finally understood the secret of giving spirits. ”

"What is it?"

The eight generations of witches were a little curious, but seeing the tired appearance of the witch, they persuaded again.

"I'll help you back to rest. ”

"Wait, wait for me to finish its last ride. ”

The witch shook his head and looked at the dying tapir, leaving it with a big smile.

"He will live, and follow the totem of the Fire Tribe, forever. ”

"鞥~鞥~~"

The tapir screamed twice, and there was no sorrow in his voice, but a kind of gratitude.

"From today on, the totem is no longer a totem, and the witch is no longer a witch. ”

The witch scanned left and right, announcing to the crowd.

"The totem is changed to the tapir totem, and the witch is changed to the tapir witch. ”