The wind is blowing.

The flame-streaked fern leaves around the cave were blown and swayed, and the flame-like lines became brighter, as if there was magma about to flow out.

The wind blew along the entrance of the cave to the ground, and the Xia tribesmen who were waiting nearby were caught off guard by the wind and took a few steps back, and the eldest armadillo chieftain was unsteady on his legs and feet, and was directly blown to the ground, and the Xia tribesmen around him hurriedly came over to support him.

The armadillo chieftain's gray hair was blown into a messy weed by the wind, his eyes widened, he looked up at the flamestriped fern bushes in disbelief, and said in a lost voice, "This, this is ......"

in an underground cave.

Ye Xi continued to hold the bone staff, at this moment he didn't feel the wind howling around him at all, and the whole person fell into a strange state, resonating with a mysterious force, as if he had arrived in another world.

The mysterious bone staff emitted wisps of green light, wrapped around each other like ribbons, and then dispersed in all directions.

"Ancestor Wu, my teacher, your disciple has come to see you. ”

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded behind him, Ye Xi broke away from that state, and looked back in amazement, but this look startled him.

I saw that the corpses that were kneeling all over the ground behind him had been resurrected! They were flesh and blood, and they had turned from dry bones into great living beings! They knelt on the ground reverently, as if they were looking at him, chanting words to him with emotion, weeping and laughing.

It was a skinny old man in an animal skin skirt who was talking just now, he knelt on the ground and looked in the direction of Ye Xi, and continued to speak:

"Since you left, there have been several herds of beasts attacking us over the decades, and the tribe was almost defeated, but our people are very brave, and we fought bloodily for the sake of the tribe and the people, and finally saved our tribe. ”

"Now the tribe has increased its population by more than two thousand, of which more than 1,000 are looking for wandering people outside, and now there are 5,000 people in the entire Xia tribe......

"Thank you for founding a tribe to protect the human race, but the soil is guilty, the soil can't reach the realm like you, it is difficult for the human race to flourish, and the human race is still the prey of fierce beasts and insects outside...... It's useless!" said this, and the thin old man burst into tears from his dry eyes, and pressed his head deep to the ground.

A majestic warrior who was seriously injured and covered in blood looked in Ye Xi's direction and said word by word:

"Ancestral Witch! Qiang Qi is guilty, there are powerful beasts attacking our tribe, killing a total of 537 clansmen, even if Qiang Qi fights to the death, he can only expel it, and cannot take revenge! Qiang Qi is useless!"

After the warrior finished speaking, countless witches and chieftains of the Xia tribe spoke at the same time, and there was a lot of noise all around.

"Ancestral witch, it is useless to be with Xin, I have never become a great witch in my life, I am powerless to protect my clansmen, and I have watched my clansmen die tragically in the mouth of the beast. ”

"Yang is useless, a total of 670 clansmen died in the mouths of insects and beasts during his tenure......"

"Ancestral Witch......

After the chieftains in animal skins and the witches wept and blamed themselves, an old man in silk clothes knelt on the ground and said calmly: "Lord Zuwu, I am the eleventh chief of the Xia tribe, Zhai. Now the Xia tribe has a population of 100,000 people, the human race is getting bigger and bigger, and new tribes are being born around, the seeds you have sown have sprouted, and the human race is revitalizing ......"

After a while, he changed to an old man, and said with a resolute face: "There is a tide of fierce beasts sweeping from the west, and the small tribes along the way can't resist, my Xia tribe is located in the east, which could have been in a safe corner, but Yao Yuan remembered that your original intention of building the Xia tribe was to protect the human race, so the Xia tribe finally decided to resist the beast tide......"

In the middle, there were more than a dozen young Wu and chiefs reporting the battle situation, and Ye Xi couldn't help but feel slightly wet when he heard that the Xia tribe warriors had died thousands of dollars in order to protect the small tribe.

The last chieftain, dressed in blood-stained linen, whispered proudly and sadly: "Ancestral Witch, the tide of fierce beasts has been successfully stopped, but our people have suffered heavy casualties, and the Xia tribe is no longer a big tribe. ”

There were hundreds of people in the middle, and some old men said sadly: "...... The major tribes are rising, but now no one remembers that the first tribe on the earth is called the Xia tribe, and no one remembers that it was the Xia tribe that resisted the tide of fierce beasts for the human race......"

Thousands of witches and chiefs of the Xia tribe watched noisily at the bone staff, and after finishing speaking, they lowered their heads again, motionless and quiet.

In the end, only two people were left without speaking.

One of the scarred warriors looked in the direction of the bone staff with tears and trembling lips before he spoke.

"Zuwu, the Xia tribe is shattered, we ...... We're gone, and the Natsube you created is gone......"

The last one was a middle-aged man with a broken arm and a tired face, who respectfully kowtowed to the bone staff, and his raised face was filled with endless sadness.

"Zuwu, I am Feng, the chief of the Xia tribe and the last warrior. Now there are only a few hundred people left in the entire Xia tribe, there are no warriors and no witches, it is difficult to hunt and go into the jungle to pick fruits. ”

"But Feng believes that there will be a miracle, and I told my successor, the armadillo, that the Xia tribe will never perish, and as long as it exists, there is hope, and he will do it......"

The voices grew softer and softer, and at this point, all the chiefs and witches of the Xia tribe had finished speaking, and they knelt before the bone staff, their heads hanging from the ground, motionless.

The underground caverns have returned to a deathly silence.

But Ye Xi's ears seemed to be echoing with sad or sad voices, and in their telling, he almost witnessed the birth and demise of a large tribe. The Xia tribe existed because of the protection of the human race, weakened because of the protection of the human race, and finally was wiped out by the human race.

This heaviness was like a thousand pounds of boulder pressing on his heart, and it was so heavy that people couldn't breathe.

Suddenly, these thousands of living people with drooping heads turned back into fleshless and dry bones in the blink of an eye.

And Ye Xi, who was holding the bone staff, seemed to see another world in a trance.

This is a vast land, at that time human beings lived like rabbits at the bottom, they did not have sharp claws, the digestive system could digest leaves and grass roots, generally a dozen or twenty people lived together, and any wild beast could use them as food.

They hide in Tibet, living in the most barren places, trying to avoid wild beasts, like all herbivores.

At this time, a powerful witch named Xia Cang came out of nowhere, he searched for scattered human races, united them, helped them awaken into warriors with the beast core, and selected the talented people among them to teach them to become witches, and also taught them the language.

He took pity on his fellow tribes, gathered all the surrounding Terrans, and created the first Terran tribe, the Xia tribe. The Xia tribe grew stronger and stronger, like weeds crushed under the stones, gradually growing tenaciously. He is like a giant tree sheltering all the tribesmen, and under his protection, human beings finally do not have to worry about their lives all the time.

But Xia Cang was not satisfied with the current situation of the Terrans, he knew that in the range he could not see, there were still many of his own kind struggling for survival, but he was already old and had no way to grow the Terrans anymore.

On the last day of his life, the white-haired Xia Cang sat in the underground cave, sacrificed his life, and released the last witch curse blessing.

It was a string of jerky witch words, but Ye Xi somehow understood it.

He was saying, "I bless that in the future there will be someone who will continue to do what I have not done in my place." ”