The Witch of the Frog Tribe looked at Huo ng and weakly said, "What does the chief want from ?"
Huo ng said, "Witch, so more giant frogs died today."
The Witch of the Frog Tribe was silent for a mont and said, "I know."
Huo ng continued, "Witch, perhaps we really should decide on the migration of the tribe. If this drought continues, we won’t last much longer."
The Witch of the Frog Tribe said, "But migration is too dangerous. If sothing goes wrong on the way, our Frog Tribe is finished."
"Isn’t it better than waiting here to die?"
The Witch of the Frog Tribe’s face stiffened. In truth, he didn’t want to abandon the Divine Lake, to give up the place where the tribe had lived for many years. But he knew that although Huo ng’s words were hard to hear, they were also the truth.
Ultimately, the Witch of the Frog Tribe said bitterly, "Let’s wait... a few more days. If it still doesn’t rain, we’ll prepare to migrate."
"Then let’s wait a few more days."
Huo ng left the stone house in disappointnt, but he no longer had any hope for the rain.
The drought had lasted so long, if it were going to rain, it would have done so already.
After leaving the Witch’s house, Huo ng believed that they could no longer rely on the Witch and had to rely on himself.
So, Huo ng gathered a few of the tribe’s strongest individuals and asked them to start preparing for the migration.
The first thing to prepare was enough weapons, because on the migration path, it’s very difficult to replace damaged weapons in ti.
Next was a large amount of food. Although they could hunt on the way, it was an unstable source, and if they journeyed to a desolate area, everyone would go hungry.
Lastly, it was those giant frogs that troubled Huo ng greatly.
Many giant frogs could not follow the tribe on a long migration because they couldn’t withstand the arid environnt or endure long walks under such conditions.
Only so drought-resistant, tenacious giant frogs could accompany the tribe on their long journey and even help in battles.
For example, so ugly but resilient giant frogs, which had very strong vitality and not weak fighting capabilities, so of which were even highly poisonous.
The Frog Tribe frequently used frog poison in both battles and regular hunting.
Because their combat strength wasn’t great, to catch larger prey, they relied on this thod.
After much contemplation, Huo ng, holding a container made from a gourd-like fruit, took a dozen warriors and walked into the Divine Lake.
From those poisonous frogs that couldn’t follow the tribe in migration, they collected a lot of venom, storing it in the container to preserve it for so ti.
However, over ti, the potency of these toxins would gradually diminish until they beca ineffective.
After collecting the venom, Huo ng let the warriors return first, while he sat alone by the Divine Lake, looking at the pitifully small amount of lake water and the struggling giant frogs.
"The tribe is going to migrate. You who can’t travel far can only stay here. I hope heaven will bring you fortune and a few heavy rains."
After saying these words, Huo ng felt extrely distressed because he knew that hoping for rain was too unrealistic.
Huo ng sat for a long ti, then got up and walked slowly back to the tribe’s dwelling. By now, the sun was setting, and his tall figure, unlike its usual upright stance, appeared hunched.
"Forgive , I really have... no other choice..."
Under the setting sun, Huo ng’s shadow stretched longer and longer, and a few crystal-clear tears fell onto the scorching ground.
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