The Yanjiao people had always had a good impression of the Drumming tribe. Although many people didn't say it, Shao Xuan knew that the Drumming tribe was still very important to the Yanjiao people. After all, when the river was still there, the first tribe they saw when they crossed the river was the Drumming tribe. That was the first tribe they saw when Yanjiao returned from the world!
After seeing the promise on the animal skin scroll, the Yanjiao shaman and chief nodded without hesitation. The Drumming tribe would support Yanjiao and would not betray them.
In fact, if the two continents hadn't changed and were still so far apart, the tribes here would have continued to live as they were. But now, the two continents were so close to each other that no one knew what would happen in the future. One side had nothing to worry about, while the other side had their hands tied because of the ancient fire seed. Once a conflict broke out, it was obvious which side the situation would favor.
Helping the Drumming tribe was also helping Yanjiao. They could even get a helping hand.
"But …" Zheng Luo was worried. "Didn't you say that the Drumming tribe's water moon stones came from the Water Moon Canal? And the Drumming tribe's Water Moon Canal was formed because of the fire seed. If the ancient fire seed is gone, does that mean the Drumming tribe's water moon stones are gone too? "
"I asked them about this," Shao Xuan said. "At that time, the shaman and Fan Mu seemed very confident."
To put it bluntly, the Drumming shaman and Fan Mu had thought about this question before, but they didn't think it was a big problem. The Drumming tribe was more familiar with water moon stones because they belonged to the Drumming tribe. If Shao Xuan, a non-Froming tribesman, could make water moon stones without the fire seed, why couldn't the Drumming tribe do the same?
What others saw as blind confidence was natural for the Drumming tribe.
With Shao Xuan as an example, the Drumming shaman and Fan Mu didn't think they would fail. If this happened to the Rain tribe, they would probably struggle for at least half a year. In the Rain tribe's eyes, the Drumming tribe made such a decision in such a short time. They were too careless and didn't think through it thoroughly. They lacked the nerve called caution! They only grew in height, but not in brains!
But Shao Xuan could tell from his conversation with the Drumming shaman and Fan Mu that they were serious. Perhaps they had been waiting for this day for a long time. Of course, due to their personalities, different tribes had different ways of doing things. That was why the current situation was so different.
Since he decided to tell the Drumming tribe about the fire seed, Shao Xuan didn't delay. The next day, he called the Drumming shaman over. The two shamans from Yanjiao, the pseudo-shaman Gui Ze, the Drumming shaman, and the Shao Xuan, talked for a while. The two shamans from Yanjiao talked about their experiences and summarized the core points left by their ancestors. Merging the fire seed wasn't easy, there were many details to consider.
The Drumming shaman stayed in Yanjiao for three days and three nights without sleep. Finally, he sorted out a plan and left with anxiety and excitement.
The crocodile that sent the Drumming shaman away was still the same one. It was different from the others. In the past, when the crocodiles were active, it didn't stand out, but in winter, it stood out.
Every few decades, a crocodile like this would appear in the Drumming tribe. It wasn't the leader of the crocodiles, but it would follow the Drumming shaman until the next special crocodile appeared.
Shao Xuan was just curious about the special crocodile in the Drumming tribe. After that, he didn't pay much attention to it and focused on the merging of the fire seed.
It was winter now and there were no enemies. They didn't have to worry about other tribes attacking them. It was indeed a good opportunity, but it wasn't right either.
The two shamans from Yanjiao had advised the Drumming shaman that if they merged the fire seed after winter, it would be less dangerous. After all, that was the important time for many tribes to sacrifice. Perhaps the fire seed would be more active then.
However, this suggestion was rejected by the shaman of the Drumming tribe. The Flaming Horns didn't insist either. It was up to the other party to decide what to do in the future. They only said what they had to say. As for what to do in the future, it was still up to them.
So, on a cold day, when Yang Guang appeared and disappeared, snow began to fall. The Drumming tribe held a very important sacrifice.
For such a small tribe, no one cared whether or not they would hold a sacrifice ceremony, and no one knew when they would hold one. But this time, it was different.
In the falling snow, a white flame surged and a brown crocodile appeared in the air. It was just a shadow, the totem of the Drumming tribe.
The brown crocodile was surrounded by a circle of white flame, which made it even colder in the snow.
Across the river, Shao Xuan could hear the crocodiles that were supposed to be hibernating.
There was no earth-shattering scene like when the Yanjiao tribe merged the fire seed, but there was still a lot of noise. At least all the tribes living nearby could feel the strong change in the fire seed. The fire seed of a foreign tribe was too strong. As long as one was alive, they could feel it. Unless they were in hibernation, they couldn't ignore it.
"What's going on?!"
Yang Sui, who was wrapped in animal skin and drinking soup beside the fire, dropped the bowl of soup on the ground. He didn't care about the animal skin and jumped up like a spring. He opened the door and rushed out.
Many people of the Rain tribe didn't know what was going on and looked out of the window. Yang Sui rushed out directly. He even forgot that he didn't wear shoes and stepped directly into the snow.
Looking in one direction, Yang Sui blinked and blinked again. His mouth was wide open, but he couldn't say a word. He just stared in that direction.
After a long while, Yang Sui squeezed out two words.
"Crazy!"
Others might not know what was going on, but as a shaman, Yang Sui could clearly feel the changes in the fire seed. He had even simulated similar scenes countless times in his mind. However, he always simulated his own tribe. But now, the Rain tribe wasn't the one that was experiencing the changes!
It was too sudden. He didn't expect that someone could make such a decision before them!
The Rain tribe was the first to contact the Yanjiao tribe. In addition to the Yanjiao tribe, the Rain tribe was also the first to have the idea of merging the fire seed. But now, the "crocodiles" that were supposed to be hibernating were melting! Merging! Fire! Seed! Fire!
How long had it been?
Those people of the Drumming tribe made such a decision so easily. If they weren't crazy, then what were they?!
Yang Sui stood in the face of the cold wind. His feet were covered with a layer of snow, but he didn't seem to feel cold. He stared at the direction of the Drumming tribe. There seemed to be a white flame surging in the sky.
After a long time, when the vague white flame in the sky disappeared, the turbulent aura of the fire seed faded away, and everything became calm again, Yang Sui came back to his senses. He stopped the nearest person and asked him to call the leader and the old guys who had always opposed his decision to come over.
"I don't care what they are doing. Tell them to come to me immediately!"
Yang Sui was about to go back to the house, but as soon as he wanted to move, he fell directly on the ground. His legs were so cold that he couldn't feel them. In the end, he had to be carried back to the house. When he went back to the house, Yang Sui was still sighing. "How could those bastards beat us to it?!"
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