"Wow..."
"Wow!"
The heavy rain came as expected.
Under Chifeng, Feng Gun’s ancestral land.
All the members of the Fenggun tribe were seen gathering in the square where the sacrifice was held. They stood neatly under the high platform, staring up at the rebuilt altar.
From the sky, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, hitting their faces and bodies continuously. The animal feathers on the top of his head were knocked down, and the neat new clothes he put on were also wet.
But each of them didn't seem to care about this. They allowed the raindrops to keep beating on them, but their eyes were extremely hot, and their eyes seemed to be lit with flames, burning there.
"Chief, is this Feng Gun's fire sacrifice?" In a corner of the square, someone couldn't help but ask in the rain, his tone full of exclamation.
They are clearly from other tribes in the Land of Fenggun. Different from the past, this fire festival did not reject the tribesmen of other tribes. Instead, tribesmen from the entire Land of Fenggon came here to participate in this huge fire festival. Come in.
"Yes, this is Feng Gun's fire sacrifice!" Beside the person who spoke, a young man with two small snakes coiled in his hands nodded.
After speaking, he raised his head and looked at the high platform not far away, which was still empty at this time. There was also an irresistible shock on his face!
Compared to the tribesmen who came here for the first time, he could feel the extraordinary nature of this fire festival more.
This is not the first time he has watched Feng Gun's fire festival, nor is it the first time he will participate in it, but the fire festival is completely different from the fire festival, whether from the vast scene in front of him or from the faint nod from the high platform. The invisible force that the stock is gestating.
It seemed to be telling him that he was witnessing a sacred sacrifice.
And what he has been looking for, the way forward for witches may be able to find an answer in this fire sacrifice.
After calming down slightly, he turned his head and glanced at the tribesmen who were looking at the high platform in a daze. After thinking about it, he still reminded him,
"This fire festival is different from the past. Haven't you always wanted to become a totem warrior? Watch carefully, maybe this time is your chance!"
When the other party heard the words, he was stunned for a moment. He turned his head stiffly and stared at the young man blankly. When he saw the other party nodding, his eyes suddenly lit up and his face showed a look of ecstasy, full of excitement.
Totem!
It had been a while since he came to Fenggun, but he didn't know what the totem meant. It was a powerful force that could protect the tribe and defeat those beasts.
Each of the totem warriors of the Fenggon tribe possesses the power of fire, which belongs to the gods!
He still remembered that when he saw people from the Fenggun tribe using fire, he asked his tribe leader if their tribe could have totem warriors.
But the other party's words almost made him stop his thoughts. The totem is the power borrowed by the shaman from the gods, and is a gift from the god Feng Gun.
And without gods, no matter how powerful the tribe's witches are, they cannot become totem warriors!
But now, the clan leader told him that he had the opportunity to become a totem warrior in this fire festival, which immediately rekindled his desire for totems.
Thinking of this, he looked at his clan leader, his expression was so excited that he even stuttered when speaking.
"Clan... Chief, is it really... okay? I, really..."
"Well, because..." The young man nodded.
"Because... the person who presided over this fire ceremony is a shaman, a person as powerful as a god!" At the same time, the leader of the 'Chasing' tribe was also telling his tribe about this huge fire ceremony.
"Tiger, have you seen it? The fire festival is about to begin, and we can see the adults!" the tiger tribe said excitedly to the "tiger"-shaped beast squatting next to him.
There are also Feng tribe, Mu tribe...
People from all the surrounding tribes were telling their fellow tribesmen what this fire sacrifice meant to Feng Gun!
Everyone knows that Fenggun holds a fire festival every year, but only those who have actually seen the fire festival know that Fenggun’s fire festival has never been as grand and shocking as it is today!
Even if they didn't know in advance that Feng Xi would host this fire festival, the scene in front of them could remind everyone of them.
And now, each of them knows in their hearts the root cause of all this, because this fire sacrifice is different from any previous one, because the person holding this fire sacrifice is their witch, their divine envoy, and the leader. They are the forerunners of Wutu...
…
"Xi!"
Under the high platform, Hua Xu looked up at the raindrops scattered in the sky, as if waiting for something, until at a certain moment, she turned around and handed over the red staff in her hand.
"You gave me the red staff and asked me to become Feng Gun's shaman. Now, I will return the red staff to you!"
This red stick was given to Hua Xu when Feng Xi left. It was her certificate of becoming a witch. Now, Feng Xi is finally back, leading her people to create a new civilization, and it’s time for her to return the red staff to him!
Feng Xi glanced at Hua Xu, did not refuse, nodded slightly, and reached out to take the red staff.
He knew that when he took over the red staff, he also took over the authority of the Fenggun tribe witch!
After Feng Xi nodded slightly to Hua Xu, he straightened his chest, stepped onto the steps, and walked step by step towards the altar under everyone's gaze.
With Feng Xi's movement, all the witches and totem warriors felt an invisible powerful force falling from the sky and directly covering Feng Xi.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Every time Feng Xi stepped on a step, a voice suddenly sounded in everyone's heart. It seemed like thunder from the sky, and it seemed like the beating of people's hearts, constantly knocking on everyone!
And when Feng Xi took the last step and stepped onto the high platform, a huge red flame suddenly lit up in the middle of the high platform. The blooming red light fell from the high platform, covering Feng Gun and all the tribes who entered the ancestral land.
at the same time.
The rain has stopped!
"Festival!"
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