Chapter 137 - 111: The Desert and the Great Rift Valley
The giant eagle carried Jiang Xuan and the Old Witch away from the Frog Tribe.
By the lakeside, the Frog Tribe leader Huo Meng watched the giant eagle gradually shrink in the distance, remembering his previous conversation with the two, feeling as if a heavy stone was pressing on his heart.
He touched his face, painted with six horizontal lines, but he knew clearly that it was false, merely a facade to intimidate others.
"If only I were truly a Six-Color Warrior, that would be wonderful!"
Huo Meng let out a sigh.
He then turned to look at the Divine Lake, where the water level was gradually decreasing, and at the countless frogs by the lake, as well as the hundreds of tribe members in the forest.
"Perhaps one day, if the Divine Lake dries up completely, where will our Frog Tribe go then?"
The Frog Tribe is not strong, even considered relatively weak, and without the protection of the Totem God, even if they migrate, they may not be able to seize a suitable place to live, and also face the risk of being annihilated on the road.
Thinking of this, Huo Meng’s brows furrowed into the shape of the Chinese character "川", the man who appeared very tall and mighty, at this moment, felt helpless like a child.
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In the sky of the Western Wilderness, the giant eagle continued to fly forward.