Chapter 151 The Future Seventh Generation Chief

"How I wish I could take another look at the Fire Tribe."

The Sixth Generation Shaman suddenly sighed. His right eye had disappeared, and his left eye was covered with a thick layer of stratum corneum. He could only sense some light and could no longer see the real objects.

"Let the children run and jump, and let me hear the voice of the Fire Tribe again, at least once."

He said, begging to the left and right like an ordinary old man.

The Sixth Generation Shaman immediately stood up, asked someone to bring jerky, and called the children of the tribe.

"Give out jerky, give out jerky."

The children came over and jumped around the warrior who was giving out jerky.

"Hahaha, good, good, the Fire Tribe is good, and it will get better and better."

The Sixth Generation Shaman grinned and laughed. He stretched out his hands and kept grabbing something to the left and right.

The Sixth Chief immediately handed some dried meat to him, and said to the children, "Grandpa Witch is distributing dried meat, everyone hurry up and grab it."

The children hesitated, and the Sixth Chief hurriedly encouraged them. The brave ones suddenly rushed out and grabbed a piece of dried meat.

"There's more, there's more."

The Sixth Chief said with a smile.

Seeing that the Sixth Chief was not angry, the children all smiled and rushed forward to grab the dried meat. The Sixth Chief lifted the dried meat, and the children climbed on him, causing him to fall all over.

Diwu Xuan watched this scene with a smile in the totem, but he felt a little sad in his heart.

Since he met the Sixth Chief, he had never seen him laugh like this. Perhaps, this is the real him. Today, he is truly being himself.

"Plop."

A little fat boy fell from the Sixth Generation Shaman. He was so angry that he didn't get the dried meat and cried on the ground.

The crying sound attracted the Sixth Generation Shaman's attention. He distributed all the dried meat in his hand and waved his hands. Naturally, someone drove the children away for him.

When someone wanted to drive away the little fat boy who was crying on the ground, the Sixth Generation Shaman had already leaned over. He grabbed the little fat boy and waved to the warrior who was driving him away.

"Child, the whole tribe has lost weight, why are you still so fat? Did you eat something secretly?"

The Sixth Generation Shaman asked, grabbing the little fat boy's fleshy arm.

"No, Master Shaman, I get fat even by eating snow."

The little fat boy wiped away his tears and said with a pout.

The Fifth Xuan carefully looked at the child and felt vaguely familiar. After thinking for a while, he suddenly remembered that in the future he had seen before, after the death of the sixth generation leader, it was this little fat pile who became the seventh generation leader.

"Since you are fat even after eating snow, why do you still want to snatch the dried meat?" The Sixth Generation Wu asked, touching the head of the little fat pile.

"I want to... I want to feed my wolf." The little fat pile said.

"Your wolf?"

The Sixth Generation Wu was slightly surprised. Logically, the wolves of the Wolf Tribe are very precious and can't be hungry.

The Fifth Xuan was even more surprised. If this little fat pile had a wolf, wouldn't he be a member of the Wolf Tribe? How could a child of the Wolf Tribe become the seventh generation leader of the Fire Tribe?

"Yes, my wolf is dying, and I want it to eat some meat before it dies."

The little fat pile said seriously.

Everyone fell silent, and the joyful atmosphere gradually dissipated in the cold wind.

"Give him some meat, let the dying wolf eat some meat."

The Sixth Generation Shaman touched the head of the little fat pile, turned around, and sat in front of the totem fire again.

Naturally, someone went to get some dried meat for the little fat pile. These things were not worth their concern. Only the Fifth Xuan looked at him a few more times.

"Is that little fat pile from your tribe?" The Fifth Xuan asked the Wolf Totem.

"I don't remember." The Wolf Totem said.

The Wolf Tribe and the Fire Tribe are seriously mixed. Unless the totem warrior can judge which tribe they are from through the power of the totem, it is difficult for other people, especially children, to tell them apart.

They can also freely choose their beliefs. The Fifth Xuan and the Wolf Totem never interfered.

"Which tribe is this child from?"

The Sixth Generation Shaman heard the conversation between the Fifth Xuan and the Wolf Totem and asked for him.

The Sixth Shaman asked, and naturally someone went to find out. Soon someone came back to explain the situation.

"It's a child from the Fire Tribe. His wolf was entrusted to him by an old warrior from the Wolf Tribe who died. The wolf was injured in a previous battle, and its front paws were broken. It's not dead, but it looks very serious."

said the warrior who came to report.

The Sixth Shaman nodded, turned his head to face the Fifth Xuan, and was obviously waiting for his meaning.

"That child is the new Seventh Chief after the Sixth Chief dies in the future we see."

The Fifth Xuan said to the Sixth Shaman.

The Sixth Shaman showed an expression of sudden enlightenment on his face: "Take good care of his wolf, take good care of him, tell him that he will be a brave warrior, this is what the Sixth Shaman and the Fire Totem agree on."

The future will change because of their observation. This child may not become the seventh-generation leader, but since he can become the seventh-generation leader in the future he saw, it proves that he is capable.

The tribesmen never dislike children for their abilities, they are only afraid that they are not capable enough.

"I will take good care of him and let him... join the team of 500 people."

The Sixth Chief spoke up and took over the conversation.

The Sixth Shaman nodded, without explaining to him that this child was the seventh-generation leader they saw in the future, because his words were enough, and the future of this child would be bright.

"Chief, even at this point, I still have nothing to teach you. Alas, I am an incompetent wizard."

He looked at the sixth generation leader and spoke slowly.

Judging from age, the Sixth Generation Shaman is more than two generations older than the Sixth Generation Chief. Judging from status, the Sixth Generation Shaman is from the orthodox Fire Tribe, while the Sixth Generation Chief is from a slave.

They are very different, and their management methods of the tribe are also different, so the Sixth Generation Shaman suddenly said this. He felt that he had not helped the Sixth Generation Chief very well, and had always let him fight alone.

"You have guided the future for us. In my eyes, your greatness is no less than that of the Fourth Generation Shaman."

The Sixth Generation Chief stood up and said sincerely.

The Sixth Generation Shaman smiled again. He was happy as long as he was mentioned on the same level as the Fourth Generation Shaman.

In his opinion, people who have not seen the Fourth Generation Shaman are not worthy of talking about his greatness.

"Not as good, much worse."

The Sixth Generation Shaman sighed twice and spoke again.

"You have to take good care of the tribe, as well as the Wolf Tribe and the Sand Totem Fire Tribe. Treat them like the Fire Tribe people, and respect the Wolf Totem and the Sand Totem Fire Tribe."

The Sixth Chief hurriedly bowed his head, pretending to be taught.

"You have to treat the two tribes equally, and be fair and just. You can't let personal feelings affect the feelings between the three tribes. As long as you are fair, no one will have any opinions. Do you understand?"

This sentence is the key point he wants to say. The Sixth Chief thought about it and understood what the Sixth Chief meant. He was worried that he couldn't handle the relationship between his two wives well.

"I understand, witch, I will handle it well." The Sixth Chief said.

The Sixth Chief nodded, and without saying anything more, he looked at the Totem Fire, ready to open the Time Corridor again.