Western Wilderness, in an unknown forest.
The frog tribe members finally found a creek with water, and they rested temporarily beside the creek.
"Quack..."
Those giant frogs happily jumped into the stream and used the stream water to moisturize their dry skin.
Although heavy snow has fallen in the Southern Wasteland, it is still hot in the Western Wasteland. Only the places close to the Southern Wasteland will be cold, and the farther west it becomes, the hotter it becomes.
The Western Wilderness is so big that it took the Frog tribe more than half a year to get here from the hinterland of the Western Wilderness.
No one knows how long it will take to reach the southern wilderness.
But one thing is for sure.
That is, the further south they go, the denser the forest will be and the more abundant water resources will be.
This discovery was the greatest comfort for the people of the Frog tribe during their migration. They told themselves that they would be able to reach a place where there was no shortage of water, plenty of prey, and a place suitable for survival.
The leader of the frog tribe, Huo Meng, walked to the water's edge. Through the stream, he saw his own reflection. He saw that the totem lines and warrior stripes on his face had been blurred by sweat.
Huo Meng simply took some water, washed his face, and enjoyed the comfortable feeling of water flowing over his cheeks.
Later, he found Wu.
"Witch, help me draw a new totem pattern."
"Okay."
The frog tribe shaman found the paint from the animal skin bag he carried with him, mixed it evenly with water, then dipped his fingers in the paint, and painted it on Huo Meng's face bit by bit.
The totem pattern of the frog tribe is not complicated. It is just a giant round frog with relatively long legs. The painting is very abstract and even looks a bit funny.
In fact, the totem patterns of all tribes are similar, and only a few tribes have good-looking totem patterns.
Because you can’t expect every tribe’s first-generation shaman to be a painting genius.
Maybe a certain witch is more talented in painting, but he can only make the lines look better, but he dare not change the totem pattern.
Only some large tribes with a relatively long heritage can finally make their totem patterns look better through generations of shamans’ continuous fine-tuning.
After the frog tribe shaman finished drawing the totem pattern, Huo Meng said again: "Remember to draw the six-color warrior pattern and make it thicker."
The frog tribe wizard nodded, then took out six kinds of paint, mixed them, and painted them one by one on Huo Meng's face.
"Okay."
After the frog tribe witch finished painting, he collected all the paints. These paints are very important to the witches.
The fire was so fierce that I took a photo of it on the relatively calm water, and then nodded with satisfaction.
Although his strength is only three colors, as long as he has six colors painted on his face and he is tall and powerful, he can still bluff people.
"Do we really want to go to the Southern Wasteland? I think if we go further, the environment will be very good. There are forests, water, and prey."
Wu Da from the Frog Tribe migrated all the way to the Southern Wilderness, but he wasn't very enthusiastic about it, because the Frog Tribe's understanding of the Southern Wilderness was limited to the descriptions of the two people from the Vine Tribe.
Huo Meng asked: "Witch, what season is it now?"
"Winter."
"Yes, it's winter, but let alone snow here now, we don't even need to wear thick animal skin clothes. I remember this was not like this before."
The frog tribe shaman frowned slightly, but said nothing.
"The place where our frog tribe has lived for generations used to be a large forest. The water in the sacred lake was always very abundant. Every winter, it would snow, and our giant frogs would hide in holes to hibernate."
"But what happened later? In just a dozen years, everything changed."
"It no longer rains often, it doesn't snow in winter, the big forest is gone, the sacred lake has dried up, and the giant frog no longer hibernates."
Huo Meng pointed at the ground and continued: "This place is also hot and rains less now. If we stay here, who knows whether this place will become like the place we lived before?"
"Since we have already embarked on the migration path and traveled for so long, why not migrate directly to the Southern Wilderness?"
"Even if we are close to the Southern Wilderness, we will no longer have to migrate long distances like now."
After hearing Huo Meng's words, the frog tribe shaman sighed slightly and said, "What you said makes sense, but the road is too long. Haven't we encountered enough dangers along the way?"
"Witch, even if we find a place to settle nearby, can we guarantee that there will be no danger? Impossible."
The frog tribe witch nodded helplessly, admitting Huo Meng's statement.
"I will take the soldiers to hunt first."
Huo Meng left the creek, followed closely by a giant frog.
In fact, most of the people in the Frog Tribe have the same idea as Wu Shi. The Southern Wilderness is too far away, and they just want to find a good place and settle down.
If it weren't for Huo Meng's persistence, the Frog Tribe wouldn't even be able to get here.
Huo Meng is also very tired, especially when no one understands him, that feeling of exhaustion is even more devastating.
But in order for the frog tribe to continue and even grow, he must persist.
As he said, there is no absolutely safe place in this land. Even if you settle down, you may be invaded by other tribes or even wiped out.
In this case, why do we have to make do with it?
Only by migrating to a place that is truly suitable for the survival of the frog tribe can the frog tribe have a chance to grow. Otherwise, without the totem god, insufficient population, and unsatisfactory living area, the frog tribe may die at any time.
"Follow me and go hunting!"
Huo Meng straightened his back, raised his head, and took the lead in walking towards the forest ahead.
By the stream, the warriors of the frog tribe looked at each other, then whistled, and followed the fierce pace with the giant frog with wet skin.
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Southern Wasteland, Vine Tribe.
"Chief, leader..."
Jiang Xuan was trying to make some bamboo slips, but someone shouted loudly outside.
Tangyuan followed the giant eagle out for hunting. Jiang Xuan could only put down the bamboo slices he was baking and went to open the door himself.
"Coming."
Jiang Xuan walked to the courtyard, stepped on the thick snow, walked to the courtyard door, moved away the frozen door support wood, and then opened the courtyard door.
"I'm pregnant, I'm pregnant!"
Outside the door is Uncaria, his expression is very excited, his eyes are shining.
"What's pregnant?"
Jiang Xuan felt a little baffled.
"Poria, Poria is pregnant with my child!"
When Uncaria said this, she was so excited that she wanted to jump up.
"Really?"
"Really, Poria told me about it, and Wu also went to see it."
"That's great. Congratulations, Uncaria, you are going to be a father."
Jiang Xuan felt very pleasantly surprised that Unto was going to be a father, which gave him an indescribable feeling. In short, he had mixed emotions, and the most obvious one was that he was happy for Unto.
"Chief, do you think Fu Ling is pregnant with a boy or a girl? Should I give the child a name? I also have to prepare food for them."
"By the way, thick animal skin clothing is also a must. In such a cold weather, the child cannot be frozen."
Uncaria talked a lot, even a little incoherently. She was obviously over-excited.
Jiang Xuan said helplessly: "Isn't it a little early to say this now? It will take at least half a year to get pregnant, and the weather may be very hot by then."
"Yes, yes..."
Undo scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "It's okay to pick a name first, right? Chief, how about you help me think of a name."
"I can't help with this kind of thing. It's still a long time anyway. You can think about it yourself. It's best to ask Poria for her opinion."
Thinking of a name is a very troublesome thing. Jiang Xuan thinks it is better to let the Undo couple deal with the headache themselves.
"Okay, then I'll go back and ask Poria."
To be continued...