The witch sat alone on the white clouds, looking back at the lively fire capital.

She ran around the continent, but she had never seen such a lively place, not a single one.

Who would have thought that the Fire Tribe back then would be able to replace the Dragon Tribe as the overlord of the center of the continent and become the existence that dominates the Quartet in a few decades.

And they did everything so well, better than anything she could ever see.

Just look at the choice of the totem this time, or come to the Fire Tribal Alliance to choose a witch, which shows her recognition of the Fire Tribe Alliance.

It's just that today's fire tribe is different from before, if she lives in such a fire tribe and is still the leader's sister, she will not choose to leave.

With this understanding, she didn't have any surprises when Sin rejected her.

"Salary, if you have to choose, the following options, which one do you want to choose?"

The sound of the totem came, interrupting the Wuwu who was looking at the fire in a daze.

The witch retracted his gaze and looked at the four animal skin scrolls in front of him, each with a human figure on it, and the first one was a simmer.

"If I had to choose, I would choose him. ”

The witch pointed his hand at the last one, the man who was the dirtiest of the four scrolls, and who had obviously not lived a good life.

"Why. ”

Chuan Totem asked suspiciously.

"In the absence of totems, there is no doubt about the ability to lead a group of wild people to survive in the ice and snow. ”

The Witch slowly expounded his opinion.

"Now that the chaos on the mainland is presented, although our tribe will not participate in the war, as one of the few tribes on the road with the god totem, we also have to do something. ”

The witch spoke her mind, but she didn't say what she thought in her heart.

She didn't want anyone to leave her tribe because of ignorance like herself, because she regretted it, she didn't want others to regret it.

The totem was silent for a while, and finally agreed to her idea.

The white clouds turned their direction and headed northwest, where the man depicted in the scroll lived.

............

"Brother, hold on, you can get through. ”

The man in the scroll is holding his brother's stomach with his hand.

His brother's belly, which had been impaled by a bison during the hunt, was now wailing in pain.

Without totems, without totemic powers, survival is too difficult for them.

Ganymedes has devastated the place, leaving them without their homes and loved ones, and now they are struggling to survive.

Originally, he wanted to take his younger brother to the Fire Tribe Alliance, after all, he was sent there by the tribe to learn writing when he was a child.

But the distance was too far, and the army of beasts and tribes of Ganymedes was still between him and the Fire Tribe, so he had to give up the idea for the time being.

"Chief, chief, the fire is coming, the fire is coming. ”

A companion not far away ran over, holding a flaming wooden stick in his hand.

The person in the picture scroll snatched the wooden stick, he looked at his younger brother, gritted his teeth and said: "Bear with it, endure it and it will pass, this can disinfect and stop bleeding, if you don't do this, you will easily die." ”

He learned this method from the Fire Tribe Alliance, but the course taught that it was best to use red copper, and that burning sticks were a last resort.

His younger brother nodded, this is not the first time that his brother has done such a thing, and he has indeed saved the lives of several of his companions.

"Come on. ”

His younger brother was also quite stubborn, and said with a wail.

The man in the painting nodded, holding a burning stick and about to stab his brother in the body.

"Wait. ”

A slightly old female voice stopped them, and the person in the painting stopped moving, turned around in confusion, and saw an old woman standing not far away.

This person is naturally a witch, and when she rushed over, she happened to see this scene.

"I was able to heal his wounds completely. ”

The witch said in the young man's puzzled gaze.

"Please help. ”

The boy spoke immediately.

He could hear that the language of the person in front of him had a strong Fire Tribe Alliance style, and he believed in the Fire Tribe Alliance.

"But I need you. ”

Said the Witch.

"Need me?"

The boy was puzzled, and he didn't know why.

"Yes, I need you to become a heirloom witch, and if you agree, I will save your brother. ”

Said the Witch.

The young man was stunned, someone asked him to be a witch?

He didn't know how to describe his feelings, it was chaotic and complicated.

Wu, that's the most important position of a tribe, why?

"Good. ”

I don't have time to think about it so much, my brother's life is important, and I don't have a tribe for the others, so it's a good thing if I can enter a tribe.

The witch smiled and nodded, telling the boy to get out of the way, and she stepped forward, first taking a look at the wound.

"How long has it been injured?"

The Witch asked.

The young man thought for a moment and said, "An hour is less, an hour, can you understand?"

The hour is a setting of time by the Fire Tribe Alliance.

"Yes. ”

The witch nodded in reply, and with a gesture of his right hand to the sky, a cloud floated down from the white cloud.

She took the cloud in her hand and placed it on the wound of the injured young man, closed her eyes, and exuded an obscure totemic power on her body.

The white clouds on the witch's hand rolled, and the wound on the young man's body suddenly increased the amount of bleeding.

"What's going on?"

The young man asked in a panic, he felt that he believed the person in front of him too much, and he was a little flustered just now, otherwise he would not agree.

He regretted it a little, but it was not good to rush forward at this time, after all, it didn't look like the witch was hurting people.

"It's okay, just wait a little longer. ”

The witch's voice was reassuring, and the boy nodded and fell silent.

The blood from the wound was flowing more and more, almost to the extent that his brother had just been injured, and the boy was a little worried.

"Brother, I'm fine, this injury is nothing. ”

The young brother's brother was very resolute, and when he saw that his brother was worried, he comforted him.

"It hurts a little later, just like the stinging at first, hold back. ”

The witch suddenly spoke, looking at the injured boy and said.

She found that this child in her hands also had great potential, at least a good material to be a leader.

"Yes. ”

The boy nodded vigorously.

The wound began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the feeling of being impaled by a bison appeared, and the boy did not hold back and exclaimed.

This startled his brother, but the wound was soon gone, and he hurried forward.

"Brother, how's it going?"

The injured boy touched his belly, which was as smooth as ever, and there was no wound left.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, I'm alright?"

He lowered his head in surprise, and indeed there was no wound there.

Everyone looked at the witch in surprise, but the witch just smiled.

"You promised me to be a witch for the tribe, come with me. ”

The boy looked at the wound on his brother's stomach again before he looked up and said, "Okay, can I take them with me?"

In his opinion, this is not a big deal, how can a tribal witch not have the right to add a few clansmen?

"No, I can't. ”

The witch gave a negative answer, leaving the boy stunned.

"The tribe only needs a witch, I'm going to die, so find you, the tribe has no clansmen. ”

"How could it be. ”

The boy said incredulously.

There was a helpless expression on the witch's face, and that was exactly what it was.

"But I'm gone, what will they do?"

The teenager asked.

"Let your brother lead them and live as they did in the beginning. ”

The witch replied.

"They can't live without totems, without me. ”

The boy said astringently.

"You promised me. ”

Said the Witch.

The boy was speechless, and he was very hesitant for a while.

"Brother, go ahead, we'll do it. ”

The recovered younger brother said that he didn't want to delay his brother, even if there was only one one-person tribe, it was also a tribe with totems, which was better than living like this.

"No, I'm not leaving, I'm going to be with them. ”

He regretted it, and breaking his promise was nothing to him.

"Maybe I have a solution. ”

The Witch thought for a moment and beckoned to the sky, and a scroll flew down from above.

"Visit it, and you may gain totemic power. ”

The picture scroll unfolds and is a picture of a person standing between heaven and earth.

The person in the painting holds the sky with his hands and feet on the ground, just looking at it, it gives people a majestic momentum.

"It's ...... Who?"

The injured brother looked at the man in the scroll with admiration in his eyes and asked.

"I don't know, I don't remember when I painted this scroll, but when I look at it, I can gain some power, you can also try it, you can use it as a totem. ”

After speaking, the witch looked at the target boy.

"With it, your brother and companion will gain strength, and if you don't come with me, I'll let your brother recover from his previous injuries and leave with the scroll, and you won't get anything. ”

Her words made the target boy hesitate, and his brother persuaded him at this time.

"Brother, it's okay, I think I can get strength from this painting, and if it becomes a totem, I can form a tribe. ”

The injured young man said, seeing that his brother was still not at ease, he said again: "You don't want me to be injured again, the method of burning may not be able to save me." ”

This sentence touched the target boy, and he reluctantly instructed his younger brother a few words, and finally reluctantly left with the witch.

When the witch and his brother left, the boy hung the scroll on the tree and worshipped with them.

They are all wild people who have had tribes, and they know that worship requires a sacrificial dance, but they don't know what kind of sacrificial dance is needed for this painting.

I don't know what sacrificial dance to dance, so they dance the old one, and they always have to try anyway.

The sacrificial dances of their previous tribes were mainly hunting, and when those very hard movements were made, the boy could clearly feel that the characters in the scroll seemed to respond to him.

The more he throbbed, the more he felt this way.

Adapting to this feeling, he began to adjust his movements to make them more aggressive and powerful.

Slowly, an earthy yellow light appeared on the scroll, and the light became brighter and brighter, and finally enveloped his body.

He felt that his body was full of power, the illusion that one punch could break the sky, and he couldn't stop being excited, and he just wanted to keep jumping.