The Witch of the Frog Tribe looked at Huo Meng and weakly said, "What does the chief want from me?"
Huo Meng said, "Witch, some more giant frogs died today."
The Witch of the Frog Tribe was silent for a moment and said, "I know."
Huo Meng 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 something 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 Meng'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."
