Bringing a System to the Beast World

Chapter 59 The Crisis of the Snow Tiger Tribe

The chieftain shook his head: "No, but her mother is a disciple of a shaman. After learning that she knew about herbs, I sent a member of the tribe to the small village."

The tribal chief said that the females' fathers and mothers all came from outside the forest, and he only knew that her mother was a disciple of a shaman; he didn't know much else.

"The disciples of the shaman!" The shaman sighed, a touch of melancholy creeping into his brow.

His voice was somewhat low: "Is our tribe really going to disappear in this generation?"

To this day, not a single human in the Snow Tiger tribe has any trace of witchcraft energy. In other words, the vast Snow Tiger tribe doesn't even have a single witch disciple, which is a truly terrifying thing.

“Witch, you have a long life ahead of you, and we still need your guidance.” The chieftain knelt down and looked at the witch with a determined gaze.

The shaman stood up and walked to a stone wall engraved with an abstract white tiger pattern: "The future of a tribe lies in shaman disciples who have awakened their shamanic power and powerful orc warriors."

He turned around, his gaze solemn: "You need to know that the Mad Lion Tribe, Flying Eagle Tribe, and Black Wolf Tribe all have disciples of shamans. As long as they successfully awaken their shamanic power when they reach adulthood, new shamans will be born, and the tribal lineage can continue."

The four tribes of the polar forest have always been very peaceful because the strength of the four tribes is not much different.

If a second shaman is born in any tribe, then this peace will likely be shattered.

The clan chief remained silent. He was well aware of this, but pure humans with magical power fluctuations were truly rare.

"At the next totem sacrifice, all minors will be tested," the shaman said firmly.

The clan leader exclaimed in surprise, "Your witchcraft!"

With so many underage children in the tribe, could the shaman's body sustain such a long period of shamanic rituals?
The shaman looked at the giant white tiger on the wall and murmured, "The legacy of the Snow Tiger Tribe must not be lost with me."

Wu Yue was naturally unaware of the secrets of these tribes.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already dawn, and the sounds of my tribesmen moving around on the ground formed a natural alarm clock.

After putting on the straw-woven clothes, Wu Yue ruffled her frizzy hair and thought to herself, "This hair needs some tidying up; it's such a nuisance." She tried tying it up with straw rope, but it always came undone again after a short while, so she simply left it loose like that.

"Moon, are you up?" Qingcao's voice rang out from outside not long after I finished getting ready.

Wu Yue replied, "I'm up, wait a moment."

"Sister, why doesn't Yue like to have her bottom bare? Isn't it hot wearing a layer of dry grass?"

"Yue's body is weaker than ours, probably because she's afraid of the cold."

Wu Yue: "."

Could you please keep your voices down when discussing things like being naked?

Running around naked, constantly exposing themselves during collections—as a modern person, I really can't accept that.

I wiped my face. This shameless society is just too miserable.

The three of them arrived at an open space, and Wu Yue said goodbye to the two of them.

She immediately noticed the imposing Flower Tree Granny, surrounded by many females who were chatting and laughing in hushed tones.

As if she had spotted Wu Yue, Grandma Huashu waved to her: "Yue, over here."

Her voice was loud enough that all the tribespeople in the open space heard it.

Yesterday I appealed to everyone to support this humble author's PK (player kill) challenge, and today I received many rewards, votes, comments, and check-ins. Thank you all so much for your support! I have so much to repay you with, so here's an update!

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