Chapter 6: The Worries of Dog Head's Successor

  Generally speaking, the innate talent of a Dog Head Shaman will manifest before the age of five. Only an extremely small number will have sporadic bursts of talent after the age of five.

  In some dog-headed human societies in the south where life is relatively better and reproduction is easier, larger tribes will have shamans or wizards who directly use magical tools to preside over ceremonies, directly stimulating the innate talents of small dog-headed humans with innate talent. Of course, this cannot directly inspire dog-headed humans without innate talent, and awaken dragon veins. It must be a dog-headed human who already has the dragon vein sprout to hold such a ceremony.

  The Wanshi tribe was a small tribe with only seventy people and didn't have such resources, so they could only wait for Xiaogou to awaken the dragon pulse himself.

  Another method is extremely inefficient and much more cruel. It involves a Dog Head Shaman burning the power of their own bloodline to enlighten or directly transmit the Dragon Tribe's bloodline through a ritual, passing it on to a young Dog Head person. The shaman will then exhaust their own life force and die, while the young Dog Head person may either obtain a stronger bloodline than usual, become completely useless, or at most become slightly stronger.

  This cruel method, after determining the puppy head's talent, has a success rate of at least 60% or more, and can only be used as the last inheritance method for the dog head tribe.

  The great elder of the Stubborn Rock tribe is a 3rd-level spellcaster and has fortunately passed down for four generations.

  The dog-headed people of the north were brought over from the south by the great sorcerer Octo a long time ago, as a servant race living in the lower levels of Pilersburg built under the rule of the great sorcerer Octo.

  After the great wizard Octo was killed by the combined forces of the Northern Ice and Snow Priestess and human tribes, these servant races also scattered and fled, living on this ice sheet from generation to generation. By the time of the Great Elder, a 70-person Dog Head tribe was considered relatively large.

  After becoming the leader of the tribe, after more than a decade of hardships and struggles, the old chief's energy and vitality have become withered, and he may not live for many more springs. He is eagerly hoping to find a talented young dog-headed person to pass on his powers.

  Now the two people he pays most attention to are his own grandson Gada and Guagua, who is independent and has a group of small dog-headed people that don't quite fit in with the mainstream dog-headed people.

  In terms of talent, he could feel that Gua's body indeed had supernatural power fluctuations, but Gua's connection with the tribe was not close, and he worried that Gua might not be able to lead the tribe well.

  Kada's natural endowments were far inferior, but he got along well with the big and small dog-headed people, his physical condition was much better, and his age was suitable, making him a born leader of the dog-headed tribe.

  These two options were placed in front of him, making it even more difficult for Da Zhang Lao to make a decision, and his mood had not improved at all.

  Who to pass the power of the shaman to, this is not a simple selection of the strong, but also an important choice for the inheritance of the tribe, which makes him very difficult and hesitant. The ones in front of him can indeed fill his stomach, but have never hunted fish before, which even more demonstrates Gua's ability and predictable trouble-making ability, making the great elder feel even more difficult and worried.

  Valley Melon didn't put this matter in his heart at all. In his concept, becoming a pure-blooded dragon tribe wizard was only a matter of time. When he truly awakened the dragon pulse, whether the dog-headed human tribe needed to stay or not was another story. So, regarding the favor of the Great Elder, it wasn't as important to him as it was to the Great Elder himself.

  That day, he still took those little brothers who followed him to the forest to catch some small birds to supplement the food they lacked in addition to their rations. The more food, the better development, which is unquestionable.

  Small birds are not on the menu of dog-headed men either. In comparison, groundhogs are easier to catch and have more meat, so in the northern sky, the number of small birds is still considerable.

  With the idea that even a sparrow is meat, and it's easy to catch a large quantity, Gu Ya and his little friends wouldn't waste such good prey.

  Kua stood in the woods, with stone darts he had ground himself on his hands. The Dog Head People were a race skilled at mining but not good at smelting industry, and the mineral resources of the North mainly consisted of bloodstones that could store bloodline magic, so they didn't have many metal minerals, so from a tool point of view, they were still in the Stone Age.

  In his past life, Gua was a toad with extremely developed dynamic vision. His tongue could accurately hit whatever he aimed at, which was an instinct. In this life, although he lost that tongue, his dynamic vision and sense of long-range attacks remained, so he had an astonishing talent for hunting. Every time he went hunting, his gains were always one or two percent higher than others.

  On the barren land, some grass seeds were scattered. On top of that was a coarse bamboo basket, with one end of the rope tied to the pole supporting the basket and the other end passing through the grass thicket, pinched in the hand of Tusi who had a bit of patience.

  Before long, a flock of birds flew back and forth, chirping, apparently having discovered the grass seeds and the basket underneath, hesitating whether to fly down.

  Nothing happened.

  After circling for several weeks, the birds seemed to have determined that there was no danger below and landed on the ground, cautiously approaching the grass seeds while pretending to be nonchalant. In fact, they were still vigilant at all times, and as soon as something went wrong, they flew away and never came back.

  Gua pressed down on Tuxi's hand, not letting him move.

  The little birds all walked under the basket and started eating the grass seeds. When the grass seeds were almost finished, Guagua finally loosened his hand and pulled out his stone slingshot, preparing to shoot.

  Looking at it being almost done, Guagua said in a low voice: "Pull!" After finishing, Tusi pulled hard and the basket came down, trapping one-third of the small birds inside.

  The remaining birds all flew away in shock, and he took the opportunity to use the stone slingshot in his hand to bring down two more birds. Before he could even pick up his prey, a commotion was heard coming from afar, causing all the small birds in the forest to fly away in fright.

  The little bird, once startled, would remain in a state of alertness, and it was clear that hunting small birds was out of the question today. Guagua angrily put away the stones and flying darts, and ordered the small dogs to round up all the birds under the baskets, wring their necks, and pack them into bags to take away.

  "Hey, Tuba! Take everyone back home. Leave Tudou and Tuxi here with me to see who's coming!"