Before dark, the people of the Fire Tribe finally found the location of the small tribe in the desert.

Looking at the small tribe stationed on a very small oasis, the fourth-generation witch frowned slightly.

He wanted to exterminate the tribe on the grounds that the tribe had bows and arrows, and in fact, the tribe did not have bows and arrows.

The Fire Tribe had never lost a single bow and arrow in this area, and his reason for this was just to make a name for himself.

This was naturally taught to him by the Fifth Xuan, and he didn't understand what this did before, until the surrounding tribes were singing the praises of the virtues of the Fire Tribe, and after the virtues brought various benefits, he gradually understood some truths.

Knowing this, every time he fights, he will find some justifiable reasons, and he has not been pierced so far.

The sudden appearance of an outlier like the fourth generation of witches among the simple primitive people is not known whether it is a good thing or a bad thing.

But these are not important, as long as it is good for the Fire Tribe, the fifth Xuan will not blame the fourth generation of Wu, after all, this is a hooligan handed over by himself, and the template is to copy Liu Bang, Liu Bei, these thick-faced and black-hearted guys.

The fourth generation of witches made up lies to attack this tribe, just to pave the way for the tribe to go deeper into the desert.

He also had the idea of expanding the tribe in the direction of the rising sun, and he could get feedback from there, the dragon tribe was developing in this direction, and in order to avoid powerful enemies, he felt that entering the desert was a good way to do it.

Having lived on the edge of the desert for more than ten years, he knows a little bit about the desert, where there is no grass and only an oasis can survive.

He had never gone into the desert to look for an oasis before, and this time he led the team here just to see for himself.

The result of seeing it is to frown.

He was not satisfied with this small oasis.

Such a place is not enough for the Fire Tribe to live at all, and if the Fire Tribe is separated and a small Fire Tribe is spread out like the Sword Tribe, he is afraid that he will not be able to control it.

There is no fire totem, which is the biggest drawback of the fire tribe today, the day totem stone is just a tool, not faith, and the tribe without faith is much worse in absorbing and digesting new members.

"Woo woo woo ......"

He coldly gave the order to attack, no matter whether this place was suitable for the life of the Fire Tribe, since he shouted the words to destroy this tribe, he had to do it.

Without faith, there is no standing, which is also what the Fifth Xuan taught him.

The Fire Tribe warriors rushed out as soon as they received the order, and they fired arrows at the panicked little tribesmen as they ran, and when they approached, they grabbed stone spears and stabbed the enemy fiercely.

The fourth-generation witch watched silently from behind, his eyes were cold, and he frowned from time to time because the team was out of shape.

This is the simplest horizontal push, the point is that the front row of the team is uniform, there are no bumps or depressions, so that when the enemy is close, if the formation is uneven, it will form a powerful situation of more one in a short time.

For this simplest formation, he started training with these five hundred people when he was a child, and it took him six years, and he still had flaws, how could he not frown.

"Buzz ......"

The totem fire of the small tribe suddenly swelled, emitting a wave of moonlight like a moon.

The fourth-generation witch raised his eyebrows, this totem power was very special, which attracted his attention.

"Woo woo woo ......"

He immediately ordered not to destroy the totem stones of this tribe, and at the same time asked the people around him for the name of this tribe.

"Woooooooo ”

The person next to him responded, this is the Moon Tribe.

The fourth generation of witches nodded, looked at the expanding totem fire, reached out and raised his staff, and shot out the power of the sun totem to suppress the totem fire.

If the totem fire is allowed to expand unchecked, tribal warriors will be harmed, a lesson learned countless times against enemy lines.

The totem fire of the Moon Tribe was suppressed, and soon the entire tribe was wiped out by five hundred warriors, leaving only a group of panicked children.

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

The fourth-generation witch explained that he would rest here tonight, and then strode towards the moon totem stone, his eyes scanning the totem stone.

After looking at it for a while, he decided to bring this totem stone back to the tribe so that he could study some when he had time.

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

Yan Tribe, the old totem warrior lay weakly beside the totem fire, his eyes glancing at the witch behind the crowd from time to time.

Wu stood at the back of the crowd with a well-behaved appearance, his eyes sometimes showing the appearance of worrying about the old totem warrior, but this did not make the old totem warrior dispel the worries in his heart.

He originally supported the ignition of the totem fire and let the tribe return to the embrace of the totem fire, but what he didn't expect was that the witch was not produced in his own tribe, but this guy holding the totem stone.

If he had known that this would happen, he would have killed this guy as soon as possible, but unfortunately when the change appeared, it was too late.

"You can't make the same mistakes as before. ”

The old totem warrior silently recited this sentence in his heart, and slowly pressed the killing intent in his heart.

"Woooooooo ”

He asked the tribesmen to make a way for the witches of the Yan tribe to come to him.

Wu stepped forward timidly and frightened, his eyes flickering, and he didn't dare to make eye contact.

The old man slowly stretched out his hand, held Wu's hand, and explained softly.

He said that after his death, the soul returns to the totem, and the totem will change, and at that time, the totem will become a spirit totem, a witch, and a witch of the spirit totem.

"Woo woo woo ......"

The witch of the Yan tribe asked in a low voice, what is the spirit totem.

The old man looked weakly at the night sky, his eyes flashing with images from years ago.

That was the source of all chaos, that was the nightmare of the Yan tribe, and that was the beginning of tragedy.

Soon, the old man woke up from his memories, and he told Wu that spirit totems were stronger than ordinary totems, that they had their own consciousness, their own paths, and would lead the tribe on a different path.

Yan Tribe Wu frowned, he couldn't understand such an explanation.

"Woo, woo......"

The old man said: Don't worry, when it becomes a spirit totem, you will know what a spirit totem is.

The Yan tribe witch still wanted to ask, but thinking about his embarrassing position in the Yan tribe, he finally chose to shut up.

The old man turned his head with difficulty, glanced at the round totem stone, and thought in his heart that this totem stone was really small, compared with the original one, it was too much worse.

Of course, this piece is small, and when the fifth Xuan chose it, it was not only because it grew into a circle, but mainly because it was small.

Fifth Xuan, who has experienced many migrations, feels that the totem stone is smaller, and it may be more convenient when migrating.

He was a pragmatist and was not interested in making a mountain-like totem stone to stay, so he had a round totem stone.

"Woo...... Woowoowoo......"

The old man said something at the end, and slowly his eyes were blank and passed away quietly.

Yan tribe witch was closest to him, and vaguely heard him say: Perhaps, we are wrong.

"Wrong? What's wrong? What's wrong?"

The Yan tribe's heart was full of doubts, but there was no answer, because the old man had taken the secret away, and he didn't say anything too much to anyone.

The original history of the Yan tribe, with the death of the last insider, may be buried in the dust of history forever and no longer known.