“Chief, the Golden Crow has risen to the first branch on the eastern side.”

“……”

Ethan Brooks felt a headache coming on. Which mountain, which tree? Next, he gave Reed a mysterious smile, leaving Reed a bit confused. Could it be that the chief is an idiot?

He restrained his smile—after all, starting today, he was going to be the chief!

All these people in front of him were his clansmen!

A total of one hundred and eighty-six men, women, young and old.

Very good, very strong.

Watching a child wipe his snot bubble with the back of his hand, Ethan Brooks smiled happily.

“Chief.”

“Leader.”

Hearing voices from the crowd, Ethan Brooks nodded slightly, but then his face darkened. In an instant, Harris, squeezed in the crowd, tried his best to shrink back and shouted, “I-I called the chief, not me, not me, it was Bruce.”

“Harris.”

Ethan Brooks spoke, and immediately Harris shook his head vigorously. Why is it always me who gets hurt?

“Bruce.”

“The chief is calling you.”

Hearing it wasn’t just him, Harris squeezed over to Bruce, grabbed him, and walked toward Ethan Brooks.

“Chief, he called you, not me, really not me.”

Harris felt so wronged. Back then, it was Grant who told me to throw you in the river, why don’t you go after Grant? Bullying the honest guy.

With Bruce and Harris called out, Grant and Dale in the crowd looked miserable.

It’s over.

“Grant.”

“Dale.”

Grant and Dale gritted their teeth and stepped out from the crowd, their eyes rebellious, their heaving chests showing their inner turmoil. Judging by their posture, if he weren’t the chief, the two would have already come up to beat him up.

“Come with me.”

Without any explanation, Ethan Brooks turned and walked toward the cave.

“Chief.”

Reed opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing.

Ethan Brooks walked in front, the four—Harris and the others—followed behind with their heads down. Speaking of which, Ethan Brooks’s body wasn’t short, but compared to these four guys, he was still a bit lacking. No wonder Wade’s eyes didn’t light up when looking at him.

“Grant.”

When the four saw Grant, their eyes immediately lit up with joy. Just as they were about to speak, they saw Grant close his eyes again.

It’s over, Grant is on the chief’s side too.

“Chief, if you want to hit me, just do it!”

Harris finally couldn’t take it anymore and said in a muffled voice.

Boom!

The next moment, Ethan Brooks turned around and kicked Harris on the butt. As a totem warrior, he couldn’t kill a Tusked Armored Beast, but kicking a would-be totem warrior was no problem.

Patriarch Brooks was very violent. Daring to draw XX curses on him had serious consequences.

Of course, he didn’t really use much force. The thick-skinned Harris became obedient after the kick and stopped muttering.

These four were the ones who first dragged him to fetch water by the river. As members of the tribe’s water-fetching team, their physiques and strength were among the best even among would-be totem warriors, and they were also the main force of the tribe’s hunting team.

Unfortunately, luck hadn’t been on their side before. With the tribe’s totem declining, they couldn’t visualize the totem and become true totem warriors.

Bringing the four to the totem pillar, Ethan Brooks put on a show of bowing and muttered under his breath, sounding like a mosquito buzzing.

“The front wheel won’t turn, the back wheel turns… dig a sack at a time…”

Harris and the others stared blankly at Ethan Brooks. The chief knows witchcraft?

“What are you standing around for? Get ready to visualize the totem!”

At that moment, Ethan Brooks’s voice exploded in their ears, and the wind howled in the cave.

A green light blossomed from the totem pillar, like smoke and mist, and a vague figure appeared—a somewhat clear human body with a bird’s face, standing on a hazy mass, its features indistinct.

The totem!

The four hurriedly sat cross-legged on the ground, green light imprinting deep in their pupils.

At this moment, Ethan Brooks clearly felt an illusory connection linking the four to the totem pillar. In the green light, motes of green dust floated from the figure toward the four.

The green motes weren’t distributed equally—most drifted toward Harris, with Grant and Bruce getting the next most, and Dale the least.

As the green light diminished, the aura of the totem pillar gradually weakened. Ethan Brooks felt as if something was being drained away.

This scene naturally drew the attention of Grant and the totem warriors, who watched with wide eyes from the side.

Four totem warriors!

Four!

Whether it was Grant, or Reed, Wade, or Bishop, their hearts all skipped a beat!

Such shock was impossible to hide!

A burning heat rose on Harris’s chest, a thread of green light outlining a phantom. The air in the cave began to swirl chaotically, as if waves of energy were surging in the void.

Totem warriors!

The clansmen gathered outside the cave were all drawn by the flashing green light inside, their eyes filled with excitement. Unfortunately, just as they were about to shout in excitement, each one got smacked hard on the head by someone, for fear of disturbing Harris and the others’ advancement.

Those who got smacked didn’t get angry, but suppressed their voices and waved their big hands, trying to contain their excitement.

Totem warriors!

They had new totem warriors again!

But it was so hard to hold back their excitement.

“Ah!”