Fifth Xuan is very boring, so he will clearly remember every primitive person of the Fire Tribe.

After the death of the big chief, the tribe was left with 121 adult males, 285 adult females, 678 children, and 523 infants.

But with the ravages of dysentery, the escape and the death of the disease have reduced the entire tribe by half.

In the face of disease, children and infants must be the first to die, and they have lost the most people, with more than 700 people dying from the disease.

The adult mortality rate is relatively low, but the escape rate is high, with more than 100 people choosing to flee the Fire Tribe.

These things only happened in a month's time, and the entire fire tribe died out quickly in a month's time.

In such a shock, the tribe did not care about the sacrifice, and as time passed, the scorching red power within the fifth Xuanhuo totem also decreased.

For this reason, he had to converge the output of totem fire and reduce the protection of the fire tribe.

The entire fire tribe is trapped in a vicious circle, constantly decreasing.

"Come back, this is the bosom of the totem. ”

Looking at another dead tribesman entering the totem fire, the fifth Xuan whispered silently.

This is the first tribesman to come here with the small witch and the big leader, and he has witnessed the formation, development and demise of the tribe.

Now, the same generation as him has entered the tribe, and only the mother of the third generation of witches remains.

"Woo, woo......"

The mother of the third generation of witches stands in front of the totem fire and mourns for the dead in place of the third generation of witches.

She was saying: Go, go to the embrace of the totem, we will eventually return to our hometown.

If the little witch and the big leader see the current fire tribe, they don't know how sad they will be.

And the fifth mystery, who witnessed all this, is already like ashes.

He could only watch the Fire Tribe go to extinction step by step, he couldn't do anything, the third generation of witches had given up communication with him, and the whole person was languishing.

Although the second-generation leader was worried, his heart was still there, but he stubbornly insisted on his own way, constantly expanding the spread of the plague.

Such days are torturous, for the fifth Xuan, and the same is true for the mother of the third generation of witches.

As the days passed, the fifth Xuan kept observing the state of the entire tribe, more and more people died, and the entire tribe showed no signs of resurrection at all.

"Wait, that guy...... He should have dysentery, but why is there no blood in his feces?"

Fifth Xuan suddenly noticed a change in a tribesman, and he began to observe it with full attention.

After a day of eye following, Fifth Xuan finally discovered the problem.

In order to avoid the fate of eating rotten food, this person actually secretly excavated the grass roots on the ground to eat, he can recover, there are reasons for refusing rotten food, but there must also be reasons for these grass roots.

"In other words, one of these grassroots roots can treat dysentery?"

The fifth Xuan seemed to have discovered a new continent and suddenly saw the hope of the entire fire tribe.

"Whew~~"

The totem fire suddenly soared, and this was the first time that the totem fire had changed since the plague had fallen on a large scale.

The third-generation witch raised his head blankly, focusing on the totem fire in a daze.

She no longer misinterprets the signs, but she really doesn't understand the meaning of the totem fire.

The fifth Xuan Qi is going to die, and he can't wait for the third generation of witches to come to him and make a good stroke on him.

Look at the little witch, you can study the name of the tribe with one stroke, look at the second generation witch, and you can use the god fight with one more stroke.

"You are a witch, you are the will of the tribe, you must be strong. ”

Fifth Xuan roared in the fire totem, but his voice was not heard at all.

"Woo ......"

Suddenly, someone jumped out, it was the mother of the third generation of witches, she came to the fifth Xuan's side, smashed the rotten berries in her hand into the fire totem, and kicked the stone into the fifth Xuan's body.

"Yes, yes, that's it, but you're not a witch, can you?"

Fifth Xuan was very nervous, he had already found a way to solve the problem, and if he was given the opportunity to come, he would give him enlightenment.

"Let the third generation witch come, let her come, silly woman, let her come. ”

Fifth Xuan roared angrily, and he watched the mother of the third generation of witches keep kicking stones with her bloody feet, and kept smashing them at him with rotting berries, and her whining was a little sad.

This is the last voice of the first generation of Fire Tribal people, she is a real Fire Tribal person, and she is trying to let the tribe inherit it with her life.

"Woo...... Woowoo woo ......"

Eventually, the mother of the third generation of witches began to try to summon other fire tribesmen to perform rituals with her, and more and more people joined in, but the third generation of witches was still stupid and unclear.

The second-generation leader didn't stop all this, but he didn't follow either, and most of the people who followed the third-generation witch mother were old and weak.

"Work hard, work hard. ”

Without the participation of the third generation of Wu, the fifth Xuan didn't know if he could succeed in the divine fight, but he had to work hard, so he mobilized all the scorching red power and kept increasing the power of the totem fire.

"Connect, let's connect. ”

The fifth Xuan roared angrily, and the faces of the first generation of Fire Tribal people kept flashing in his heart: the mother of the little witch, the big leader, the second generation of witches, and the third generation of witches......

They once traveled long distances together, coming from the other side of the mountain, setting up totems on the top of the mountain, and creating the Fire Tribe.

They are the ancestors, the founders of the Fire Tribe, they have been enemies of fierce beasts, they have fought against nature, and their indomitable will has infected the Fifth Mystery and has also infected generations of tribesmen.

We will eventually die, and we will even be forgotten, but as long as our will is immortal and our spirit is immortal, we will live, no matter how difficult it is.

Live to perpetuate the tribe and pass on the fire of life.

The mother of the third generation of witches had their feet in a bloody blur, but she did not stop, she twisted her body wildly, danced a deformed sacrificial dance, kicked the stone hard, and let the sharp stone cut through the tattered soles of his feet.

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

She is crying out for life, she is shouting for totem, she is doing everything she can to summon their protector - totem.

"Come, come, let me come, let me come. ”

Fifth Xuan was also roaring, even if he exhausted all the scorching red power, he would break through the prison furnace and guide the tribe.

"Boom~~~"

The fiery red crystals in his body exploded, and the fiery red power spread across Fifth Xuan's body, and the entire cylindrical totem was burning.

"Woo woo woo ......"

The Fire Tribe let out a carnival-like shout, and the mother of the third generation of witches knelt down in front of the fifth Xuan reverently.

Her ass was pouting high, her forehead was pressed against the ground, and she was pleading, begging the totem to favor the Fire Tribe.

"Advent. ”

Fifth Xuan let out a cry in his heart, controlling the scorching red power in his body, and frantically rushed towards the mother of the third generation of witches in front of him.

He is using all his strength to try to break through the confinement of heaven and earth and descend on the third generation of witch mothers.