The sun pierced through the thick gray clouds and cast its light on the desolate earth, and the viscous darkness finally receded completely.

The old priest stood on a high ground on crutches and watched the people who were starting to get busy.

Beside him was a tall totem, with rough black lines on the white stone pillars, forming a giant bear roaring in the sky, and the name of this tribe was "Black Bear".

It's just a small tribe, with a population of just over 200.

The Pangea continent is home to the most of these small tribes.

"Fortunately, one of the six burning fires is no longer able to support it, and it may be extinguished tonight."

A wrinkled, hunchbacked old woman walked up to the old priest.

The old woman's name was "Zhu".

In this era, most of the ancient characters created by Cangjie under the command of Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor have been lost. Words represent civilization and the inheritance of the human race, and the people of each tribe are only qualified to have names if they reach a certain level, such as the old people who have mastered knowledge and imparted life experience, and men who have strong combat effectiveness.

The Black Bear Tribe has four leaders.

The old priest who mastered the "sacrifice": Luck.

The old woman who mastered the "divination": Wish.

and "Iron", who has herbs and healing powers, and "Jiao", the only "warrior" in the tribe, who is also the supreme leader of the original tribe, but both of them are dead.

"Zhu, please do some divination."

"Okay."

The old woman staggered away, returning with a large dark yellow skeleton, which was obviously not a human skeleton, but seemed to be some kind of giant beast or giant - in fact it was the skeleton of the "witch", and the rickety old woman came back with a witch bone almost half the size of her, and placed it under the totem. She silently chanted an ancient incantation, and pressed her hand to the bone.

Flames poured out of his hand, and on the surface of the scorching bone, a series of sinuous and twisting lines appeared.

In the past, witches had all kinds of spells, and people were far inferior to witches in strength and physique, but people could learn.

Both divination and fire belong to witchcraft.

Whether it is a sacrifice or a divination, you must master witchcraft.

It's just that the flame of witchcraft is not the flame of the fire obtained from the primordial fire left over from the ancient times of the Salary King, and such a fire cannot dispel the darkness.

Wisps of smoke rose from the scorching bones.

"Click......

The bones are cracked.

The old woman carefully observed the fractured texture of the witch bone, and for a long time her face showed joy: "Ji." ”

"This is a witch bone, and the spiritual power contained in it is not comparable to the carapace of the turtle, and the time cannot be determined, but ...... It is estimated that the flame bearer may arrive soon in the next few days, maybe today, maybe tomorrow. ”

"Great."

The old priest finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The people of the tribe were busy, the strong men went out with spears, bows and arrows to hunt wild beasts, the women worked in the tribe, whether they were plowing or sewing, some old people went to the nearby woods to gather fruits, and in the past battles, the disabled people were repairing tools, and even the children were doing things, or learning the skills of fighting, or helping the adults with their work.

The old priest stood on the dirt slope next to the tribal totem, looking into the distance, he was looking in the direction of the royal city, and if there was a fire bearer coming, he could see it even far away.

In the direction of his gaze, there was an endless desolate land, huge stone walls and gray-brown desert, the wind that howled and blew from time to time, rolled up fist-sized sand and gravel and flew wildly, and large rocks were blown into scarred stone pillars by the wind and sand, and everywhere was desolate, and only the occasional low and thorny thorns could be seen from the desert.

Some of the gray-brown earth is stained with mottled dark red, which is the blood of the great war between the human race and the witch race, which has not melted for thousands of years and melted into the earth.

The old priest stood like a lookout stone from early morning to night, and when the sun moved to the horizon and the darkness was ready to move, so that the air was filled with a viscous, terrifying texture, the leader of the black bear tribe sighed in disappointment.

During the day, the well-kept fire is lit.

Six fires protected everyone in the tribe, but now, one of the fires was about to be extinguished, and after the fire was lit, the fire dimmed.

At this time, an old man, who could no longer work, took the initiative to come out and throw himself into the fire.

With the body as firewood, the burning flame finally began to flourish, and this night, the fire was not extinguished.

The next day, the sun rose as usual.

The old priest still stood on the earthen slope by the totem, looking in the direction of the royal city and waiting for the fire bearer, this day still no one came, at night, this time it was a disabled man who took the initiative to walk into the fire, he was once one of the most powerful warriors in the tribe, and then lost his hands while hunting a strange beast, and could no longer contribute anything to the tribe.

This is not forced, but voluntary, for the continuation of the tribe and the inheritance of life.

On the third day, the old priest finally saw two figures appear on the horizon.

"Has the Flame Bearer of the Royal City arrived?"

His heart was full of excitement.

However, as the man approached, great doubts swelled in the old priest's heart.

That's two people.

A teenager and a teenage girl.

Both of them don't look very old, and their faces are so delicate that they are beyond the imagination of the old priest - people on the Pangea continent, even if they are children, have been exposed to the sun and rain after birth, and their skin is extremely rough, these two people ...... It feels like a beautiful jade to him, and he is full of unreality as a human being.

The second point of confusion is the clothes on the bodies of young girls and boys, in ancient times, the human race used leaves as clothing, later people used animal skins as clothing, and then people used cloth to make clothes, and now those warriors in the tribe who go out to hunt wear animal skins that are not easy to wear, and the women and children of the tribe wear linen clothes, which is a whole piece of cloth, the carcass is sleeveless, and the head is worn through the head, and the length of the clothes reaches the knees.

The clothes on the two of them were like the old priest had never seen before.

Once as a child, the old priest had been to the royal city, where the nobles wore no more than crowns, boots, headdresses or accessories, and the clothes of the two made him feel an indescribable special feeling.

Soon, the two men in the distance approached.

The old priest silently sensed: "It's not the Wu Clan, the Wu Clan has all perished...... It's not a demon, they don't have a demonic energy on their body, they don't have an undead with a dark soul, they don't have the breath of death, they are humans. ”

"Is it really the Flame Bearer?" The old priest greeted him with a cane.

In the desert, the old priest and the young girl met.

His eyes were fixed on the blindfolded young man, and he had a feeling that the nobles in the royal city were not as noble as this young man...... After a moment's hesitation, he asked, "Little brother, do you want to pass on the fire?" ”

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