In fact, when the fire of the chicken tribe began to have a strong shock, the members of all the chicken tribes felt this more or less.

Because they all found the totem power in the body, and began to fluctuate with strength and weakness.

The importance of the fire for the indigenous tribes of the primitive age is naturally self-evident, so it is also the feeling that the fire began to oscillate for unknown reasons, and the look of panic appeared on the faces of every member of the chicken tribe.

Then, the members of the tribe in the area of the chicken city, all spontaneously rushed to the stone temple in the center of the city.

When ordinary tribal members rushed to the stone hall, they all stopped in silence, and the leaders who held their own identities were hurried into the stone hall.

Then they saw the strange witch next to the fire, and the constantly churning tribal fire.

In this regard, although their heart center is in a hurry, they really can't take a limited way, until they can't afford to look at the fire, after half an hour of shock, this slowly calmed down...

"Wizard, what is this, which tribe does not know the dead is behind; tell us, we are at once with the warriors of the chicken tribe, to level this tribe of death."A big man at the head roared, his eyes full of crazy killing.

Other chicken tribal leaders are also shouting similar words, making the atmosphere of this stone hall a killing.

The leading man's age is nearly fifty years old, but the whole body is not seen half the old state, the cold weather bare on the arms outside the leather robe, full of rock-hard muscles, with a long scar on the face, with an indescribed smell.

If Niu Xu had seen the chiefs present at this time, he would have been surprised to find that the chicken tribe was very different from all the natives he had ever seen; because these people had red hair and their eyes were more obviously green.

The witch of the chicken tribe got up under the help of the two apprentices, and it was not until after making a gesture of mouth, the noise of the stone temple was calmed down.

Then the witch said slowly: "I don't know which tribe is doing ghosts, but they have never hidden the Fa like a mouse underground; Tumu, go to my divination of the occult ink, and turtle armor to take these things."

An apprentice next to him said, hurriedly ran to the living room behind the stone hall, and soon came up with a small rattan box, a clear turtle shell in the small frame is unusually eye-catching.

The leaders of the chicken-dozen tribes present, seeing their witches, intending to use this rarely used method of divination, were set in their hearts; and there was no longer any suspense to find the black hands behind them.

After they had tried to hold their breath, they saw their witch with their fingers in a small stone bowl, stained with a little porridge and then painted on the turtle shell; but some, seemingly messy lines, the witch was quite labored, often a few minutes to draw one.

Finally, after a few days of lines on the back of the turtle shell were painted, the witch's forehead was actually covered with sweat; for such a strange scene, the leaders of the chicken tribes not only did not have half a laugh, but their faces were full of unscrupulous expressions.

After drawing the lines, the witch seemed to expend a great deal of energy, and then drank some water under the service of the two apprentices, and sat for a moment before he began his next move.

He took up the turtle shell that had drawn the pattern and burned it on the fire; in the process, the fire of his hand was very close.

A magical scene appeared, and the turtle shell he held in his hand in the high temperature gave rise to a strange charred smell, but the witch's hand on the fire was half-nothing, and even the hair was not lost.

After Wang Bahu was burned on the fire for ten minutes, suddenly after a clasp of clasping, several cracks were cracked in the shell of the turtle; it was extremely coincidental that all these cracks were on the lines drawn by the previous witch.

The witch then took his arm back, then pressed the forefinger of his right hand to the cracks of the turtle, closed his eyes again, and at the same time, his right index finger slowly moved along those cracks.

After a long time, the witch opened his eyes and asked the leaders of the chicken tribes, “Do you remember the Black Stone Tribe?”

“The Black Stone Tribe?”The chiefs were lost in thought, and their mouths were not muttering.

In the end, the big man who was still leading thought in advance, and he asked, “Wisdom, you mean the local Black Stone tribe that we destroyed when we migrated here from the middle of the plains?”

The witch nodded his head to confirm the man's guess, but he corrected the mistake: "The Black Stone tribes have not completely perished, their remnants do not know where they fled, and they have reproduced again; now the people of the Black Rock tribe are back, and they have entered our territory."

“Our fire has devoured part of the Black Stone tribe; but because another part of the fire has always existed, our fire has not been able to digest this part of the engulfing part, so it will happen.”

The leaders heard that they finally understood the reason for the change of fire.

Or did the famous man ask, “Wizard, what are we going to do now?”It is not to know where the remnants of the Black Stone tribe are hiding, or else to kill these remnants, it will not be solved.”

"You don't have to hurry."The face of the witch's face relaxed expression: "The divination of the turtle armor tells me that in this period of time, the remnants of the Black Stone tribe that have set foot on our territory will come to our city; what will you always know what to do?"

The big man named Tutan gritted his teeth and said, "Wu, you can rest assured that since the remnant dares to come to the door without knowing the dead, we will surely find him, and then force the Black Stone tribe to find out the whereabouts of the Black Stone tribe, and the totem imprint this thing cannot be hidden..."

From that day on, a large number of warriors from the chicken tribe began to dangling in the chicken city; those time passed through the foreign tribesmen here, but for a time, it was very bad.

Not only when entering the city, you need to be striped and checked again, even when walking in the city, you may suddenly be pulled by a group of strong men.

Even in this era, when they go out, they are men, but that feeling of inexplicable shame also makes them angry!