At this point in the battle, the victory and defeat were divided, and the leader of the dragon tribe, who had lost his left arm, had no will to continue the struggle.

His eyes flickered, and Fifth Xuan instantly judged that he was going to run.

"Pursuit...... Or ......"

Looking at the fifth-generation leader in front of him, his back was badly injured, and he could faintly see his beating heart.

"Plop...... Plop ......"

His heart was beating slowly, his voice was a little weak, and the fifth-generation leader was holding on, and he could fall at any moment.

"If the enemy flees, use a bow and arrow, and strike a final blow. ”

The fifth Xuan conveyed his will, with a hint of sadness in his consciousness.

In any case, the fate of the fifth generation leader has been sealed, and his death journey has become irreversible.

"Whoosh. ”

The leader of the dragon tribe suddenly turned and ran, and he quickly fled the battlefield by obliquely bypassing the fighting ranks.

"If the fifth-generation leader hadn't been so badly injured......"

There is no if in this world, and the fifth Xuan retracted his thoughts.

"Buzz ......"

When the dragon warriors saw their leader fleeing, they immediately retreated and ran without hesitation.

They are all battle-hardened warriors, and they know that when they escape, they are not running faster than the enemy and not dying, but they must run faster than their comrades in order to live.

The life of those who run in front of their comrades, and the death of those who fall behind, war has always been like this.

The fifth-generation leader quickly fetched his bow and arrows, his movements were already slightly sluggish, and the enemy's flight made his will weak, and his life was rapidly draining.

The fifth Xuan also recreated an arrow composed of totemic power, and slowly pulled out the bow and arrow in the same rhythm as the fifth generation leader.

Archery, the fifth Xuan is really not accurate, but he controls his own body and fits with the fifth generation leader, at this moment, it is equivalent to the fifth generation leader pulling out two bows and arrows at the same time.

"Whoosh......"

The arrows broke through the air, one high and one low, one running for the dark and black colorful tiger, and the other running for the leader of the dragon tribe.

"Poof......

A man and a beast were hit by arrows almost at the same time, but the arrows did not interrupt their escape path, and the two figures gradually moved away with the arrows.

"Give up the pursuit and protect the ...... the tribe"

The fifth-generation leader shouted the last words, and the breath of life in his eyes slowly dissipated.

"Smack. ”

The tortoise shell fell to the ground, spun on its own, and the bow and arrow fell with it.

Fifth Xuan stood quietly behind the leader of the fifth generation, his body had already begun to fall apart, drifting towards the totem stone.

"Another generation of leaders...... Fallen. ”

The fifth Xuan's heart is full of sadness, and he only feels that the world is vast, and all that is hidden is pain, and all that is left behind is tears.

In a strange way, he maintained the immortality that countless emperors in his previous life had sought, but was immortality really that worth pursuing?

Or like a siege, it's all an illusion.

Slowly returning to the totem stone, a strong sense of weakness struck, and the light and darkness flickered in front of him, and slowly, the fifth Xuan fell into a deep sleep.

Xiao Wang Ba slowly stretched out his limbs, felt the weight of the fifth Xuan, and made sure that it was not as usual before before he stood up, quickly ran to the corpse of the fifth generation leader, picked up the turtle shell and ran to the young man's side.

The pursuing warriors listened to the last words of the fifth-generation leader and began to slow down, only the leader of the Moon Totem, and also brought their headquarters and a part of the Yin and Yang Totem warriors in pursuit.

The leader of the Moon Totem, like the Moon Totem Witch, is the most rigid wave of people.

"Kill...... Kill......"

The enemy in front of him suddenly became more serious, and the leader of the Moon Totem looked at a high point in confusion, and saw from a distance that the sixth generation of Wu led the totem warriors to kill the fleeing dragon tribe team from a distance.

This is a flank battle, which was facilitated by accident and coincidence.

The battle didn't last long, neither the Moon Totem Leader nor the Sixth Generation Witch had planned this flanking attack, and the hasty advantage gradually disappeared as the enemy fled.

"Buzz ......"

The sixth generation of witches waved the staff in his hand angrily, and the skull on the staff kept swallowing the totemic power, bombarding the fleeing enemy.

He hated, if it weren't for the wolf totem pointing westward, he wouldn't have woken up and realized that he had fallen into the plan to divert the tiger from the mountain.

Returning at a faster pace, he was confronted by the crumbling army of the Dragons, and he rushed to the front to join the battle.

The art of witch fighting is really not very good, which is related to the fact that they rarely participate in hunting, but the staff in the witch's hand can plunder life on the battlefield with impunity.

More than a thousand dragon tribe totem warriors died in this pinch, and when the battle was over, it was already like a Shura hell.

The sixth generation of witches has long since left the battlefield and returned to the fire tribe.

The lake is littered with corpses, and the warriors of the Fire Tribe are tidying up the battlefield, separating the dead warriors from the enemy who are clinging to the corpses of their enemies.

Throw the enemy away and carry your comrades back to the tribe.

The entire fire tribe did not have the joy after the victory, and everyone's face was full of sorrow.

In a big battle, more than a thousand totem warriors died, and the leader of the tribe died, the heroic fifth-generation leader.

Everyone acted silently, and it wasn't until the sixth generation of witches appeared that the atmosphere was better.

The Great Elder quickly told him about the entire battlefield, and the sixth-generation witch looked at the standing corpse of the fifth-generation leader, his eyes welling with tears.

He regretted, grieved, blamed himself for his recklessness, and was saddened by the death of the fifth chief, and even more so by the fallen warriors of the Fire Tribe.

That night, the Fire Tribe held a huge sacrificial ceremony, and the corpses of the warriors were thrown into the rekindled totem fire.

Although the totem fire was ignited, the height was only three zhang, and the fifth Xuan was not awake, but the totem stone instinctively lit the totem fire when the fire tribe was sacrificing.

The last thing to be thrown into the totem fire was the corpse of the fifth generation leader, who still maintained a standing posture, standing in the totem fire, slowly engulfed by the flames.

That night, the sixth generation of witches summoned the boy, and no one knew what they were talking about.

In the early morning of the next day, the sixth generation of witches gathered the tribesmen and determined the identity of the boy: he would be the sixth generation leader of the tribe, leading the tribe's warriors to fight for the tribe.

No one objected, yesterday's battle, everyone witnessed his bravery, maybe he was still young, but his will, but in that battle was seen by everyone.

After the establishment of the leader, the Great Elder and the others began to prepare to accept the orders of the sixth generation of witches, and after such a big battle, there were many things to deal with and many personnel to arrange.

However, the sixth generation of witches uncharacteristically didn't say anything, his back was a little rickety, and the staff in his hand was no longer like a scepter lightly tapping on the ground as before, but a body supported like a cane.

"Right...... Let's ...... Let's ......."

In the confused eyes of everyone, the sixth generation of witches was supported by his little granddaughter and slowly walked back to his residence.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the Great Elder again, but the Great Elder's gaze fell on the young man, the sixth generation leader of the Fire Tribe.

More and more eyes fell on the young man, who stood upright, without any cowardice, and bravely looked at everyone.

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