"Bang...... Boom...... Bang ......"

The Fifth Xuan kept playing the scorching fiery red power, attracting the attention of the third generation of witches.

Finally, the third generation of witches and grass tribe witches got together and came to the totem to try to get inspiration from him.

However, the Fifth Xuan didn't have any means of enlightenment, all he could do was keep hitting the direction where the second generation leader fell.

This is a more difficult topic than you do in the later life, the two witches sat down and frowned, and the fifth mystery kept releasing power.

He is now full of power in the totem, and the power he throws is not large, so he is not worried about not having power, he is worried about whether these two fools can understand what he means.

The sun is sinking in the west, night is coming, if you want to rescue, there is still a long way to go, time is urgent.

Contact with the second generation leader is intermittent, and it is likely that he will die completely soon after, and if you don't hurry up, you really can't get it back.

"Woo woo, woo woo woo?"

The third generation of witches finally guessed a similar outcome, and in her words, it was the totem who hoped that they would send more people to the war.

"It's not a hit, but it's pretty much the same, you have to send people out first. ”

Fifth Xuan immediately stopped projectile power, which made the third generation of Wu even more sure that she was right.

However, the people of the Grass Tribe didn't want to fight, they were afraid of killing the Sword Tribe, and they didn't have the heart to fight at all.

"Pointing at you cowards, I blew myself up, there are really any totems, there are tribesmen. ”

Fifth Xuan's angry disdain looked down on the people of the Grass Tribe even more.

"Woooo ”

The leader of the Grass Tribe suddenly jumped out and objected to the words of the third generation of Wu, which represented the voice of the Grass Tribe, but made the Fifth Xuan stunned.

He looked at the tribe carefully, and suddenly found that most of the entire tribe were from the grass tribe, and there were no adult males from the fire tribe.

"Is this a rebellion?"

Fifth Xuan thought of the third generation of witches worriedly.

"Woooo ”

The third generation of witches got up, angrily pointed at the leader of the grass tribe and scolded angrily, and explained that this was the guidance of the totem, and then looked at the grass tribe witch.

The grass tribe's eyes flickered a little, and he didn't dare to look at her, this expression made the fifth Xuan's heart tremble.

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

The leader of the grass tribe shouted louder, not only did he not want to go, but he also wanted to leave here with the tribesmen, flee the war, and find a place without war to live.

This idea was recognized by many Grass Tribal people, who stood up and expressed their support for the Grass Tribe leader.

The body of the third generation of witch qi trembled, and she only stared at the grass tribe witch with her eyes to see what he thought.

"Woooooooo ”

The leader of the grass tribe once again stated that he would take the fire totem with him.

"Take your grandma a leg. ”

Fifth Xuan scolded angrily, and directly shot out a fireball, so that the leader of the grass tribe was buried in the fire.

This hasn't stopped, the fifth Xuan kept firing fireballs, and the nearly 100 grass tribesmen who stood up, he didn't let go of any of them, and all of them were burned to death.

"Who else? Who else? You play the farmer and the snake with me?"

The fifth Xuan kept jumping in the totem, and his mouth was angry and reprimanded, but the voice couldn't be heard.

But it didn't matter anymore, his attitude showed that everyone knelt before him in horror and prayed sincerely.

"Bang...... Boom...... Bang ......"

The fireball kept shooting in the direction of the second generation leader, and the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

"Woooo ”

In the end, the third generation of Wu decided to go in person, and she felt that only by going in person could she judge the meaning of the totem.

"Woooooooo ”

The Grass Tribe Witch spoke, and he was willing to replace the third-generation witch to compensate for his inaction just now.

"Don't let him go, he's a fool, you go, you have a staff, and if you encounter an enemy, you will send fireballs, and you will definitely be able to intimidate a group. ”

Fifth Xuan speaks in the tribe, but it doesn't matter, no one wants to hear him, or no one can hear him.

In the end, it was the third generation of witches who won, because she was more stubborn and more confident.

It didn't take long to form a team, but a hundred or so brave adult males were selected from the grass tribe, and they set off in a hurry.

It's not that they don't want to bring more people, it's just that the rest of the grass tribesmen are frightened and don't dare to go at all.

They set off in the sunset, and the fifth Xuan watched from afar, his heart full of worry, not knowing whether his decision was right or wrong.

But he had no regrets, especially after a rebellion by the Grass Tribe.

These damn cowardly bastards don't know anything but in the nest, if they hadn't stopped the scene in time, it is estimated that these people would have been able to run away with him.

He fought to destroy the entire tribe and rescue the second generation of leaders, in order to pass on the legacy.

You must know that the Fire Tribe has gone through too many ups and downs step by step, and these ups and downs are what contributed to the indomitable spirit of the entire tribe.

If the adult male suddenly breaks down, and then these unreliable grass tribesmen cultivate the next generation, then the tribe will be completely abandoned.

Only by passing on the torch can the fire tribe be immortal.

Unconsciously, he already has a strong identification with this place.

The third-generation witch who set out at dusk didn't have much experience in hunting, but fortunately, she communicated with the second-generation leader from time to time, so she was not unfamiliar with the terrain outside.

Soon after leaving the tribe, it was getting dark, and some suggested retreating to the tribe and waiting for tomorrow, while others suggested that they should camp in place, and that the night might be fine by the light of the fire on the staff.

The third generation of witches finally showed her determination and ordered to continue without fear of the beast.

This is destined to be a difficult journey, not to mention the beasts at night, and the mountain road is also difficult to walk, so everyone can only rely on the staff in the hands of the third generation of witches to watch the path.

From time to time, wild beasts attacked and injured a few people, but the third generation of witches still let everyone move forward, even killing one of them with a fireball.

In the middle of the night, everyone finally walked out of the forest, and the edge of the forest was where the second generation leader fought.

"Woooooooo ”

The third generation of witches ran forward in a panic, and she had already judged that they were from the Fire Tribe by the animal skins they were wearing.

"Woo ......"

There are wolves roaring, and the third generation of witches swinging their staff to drive away the wolves, they are afraid of fire, especially in the dark night.

"Woooo ”

The third generation witch kept calling out the name of the second generation leader, but there was no response for a long time.

She reversed the corpses one by one, kept searching in the pool of blood, and recognized one Fire Tribe after another, but unfortunately these people were all dead, and none of them were alive.

There may have been some who were seriously wounded and not dead after the battle, but those were killed by jackals and vultures.

Finally, after a lot of hardship, the third generation of witches found the second generation leader, his face lying on his side in a pool of blood, his body was cold, and his back showed signs of vulture pecking and wolf bite.

"Woooo ”

The third generation witch called again and again, but the second generation leader did not answer at all, he lay there coldly, as if he was dead.