Chapter 231 The Third Generation of Herb Witches

The Fire Tribe has always been passing down stories about the Herb Witch lineage, mainly because of the great fourth-generation witch's admiration for the Herb Witch lineage.

When he was alive, he often told people around him how the second-generation Herb Witches kept their secrets while hiding in the cave, and how they cut the ropes and jumped into the sea to commit suicide.

People who are remembered by great people are more likely to be remembered by others, so although the Herb Witch lineage has disappeared from the Fire Tribe for a long time, the people of the Fire Tribe still remember them.

But this does not mean that they can accept the fact that someone suddenly appears and says that he is the descendant of the Herb Witch.

On the altar, the boy stood a little stiffly. When others stared at him, he would return a slightly timid look, but Diwu Xuan could see that the boy was not afraid at all.

His timid eyes revealed his curiosity about everything around him, and his head swaying left and right was obviously paying attention to everything new. This action revealed his fearless inner world.

"Another drama queen."

Diwu Xuan said in his heart.

He has confirmed that this is a descendant of the Herb Witch, which is not difficult to judge through the power of the grass green totem on his body.

Moreover, in the corridor of time, he has also seen this boy from the light spot.

It's just that the story told by this boy... is too bizarre.

According to him, when the second generation of the Herb Witch fell into the sea, the ancient cat beast that suddenly appeared saved him with a giant tree floating on the sea, and took him across the ocean to the other side.

It was a vast land, with countless tribes and beasts, and there were groups of ancient cat beasts and giant dogs.

The second generation of the Grass Witch took root there. He subdued the wild men and rekindled the Grass Tribe Totem Fire with the crystals left after the original Grass Totem was disintegrated, and established a new Grass Tribe there.

He told his descendants about his origins and everything about his hometown, including the fact that the Grass Tribe was part of the Fire Tribe. However, he did not know that the Fire Tribe had long lost the power of the grass green totem.

But this is not important. The two have been separated for more than a hundred years, and it is not surprising that they have changed a lot.

The boy is the child of the current Grass Tribe Witch. He has been naughty since he was a child, and he is full of curiosity about everything the second generation of the Grass Witch said.

So during a tribal sacrifice, he stole a piece of totem fire, took a dog and a cat, and resolutely embarked on a journey to find his hometown.

If it is miraculous that the second generation of the Herb Wizard could cross the ocean and establish the Grass Tribe on the other side of the sea, then his return journey can only be described as bizarre.

No one knows how long he has been walking, but according to him, when he set out, he should only be as tall as his chest now. He has grown a lot along the way.

"You only need to ask Totem Fire whether it is true or not, and you will know whether what I said is true or not. After all, the power of the Grass Tribe cannot be false."

He took a step forward and suggested to the seventh generation wizard with his hand.

"We have a more convenient way to communicate."

The seventh generation wizard said to him gently.

"Then you decide."

The young man shrugged.

The seventh generation wizard withdrew his gaze from him and looked at the Fire Totem.

"Respected Fire Totem, may I ask if he is the descendant of the second generation of the Herb Wizard?"

The seventh generation wizard asked the fifth Xuan.

The boy also looked at the Fifth Xuan curiously, his eyes scanning up and down like a thief. He was equally curious about the pearl-colored totem stone and the little turtle under the totem stone.

"Bang."

The little turtle slapped the ground with his palm, representing an affirmative answer.

"Buzz..."

The people gathered on the altar began to discuss. The sixth generation leader frowned and shouted a few times, causing everyone to stop discussing.

"What did the Fire Totem say?"

The boy asked the Seventh Generation Shaman curiously.

"The Fire Totem said yes, you are the descendant of the Second Generation Hundred Herb Shaman."

The Seventh Generation Shaman saluted the Fifth Xuan and turned around to look at the boy.

"Then I am the new generation of the Fire Tribe's Hundred Herb Shaman?"

The boy asked excitedly.

He has always wanted to be a witch. Of course, if he were on the other side of the river, he would have to wait until his father died before he could become one. But here, there is no need, because the tradition of the Herb Witch has long been lost here. He could hear this from the discussions of the people around him.

The seventh-generation witch hesitated and looked at the sixth-generation leader, asking for his opinion.

This made the boy look at the sixth-generation leader curiously. He didn't understand what kind of person could make the witch of the tribe ask for his opinion. Does this uncle have any special identity?

Before he could figure it out, the seventh-generation witch's words cleared up his confusion: "Sixth-generation leader, how do you think we should deal with it?"

There was a hint of surprise in the boy's eyes. In the Grass Tribe on the other side of the river, only the witch can decide such a major issue. This is a tradition established by the second-generation Herb Witch, and it is said to be a tradition of the Fire Tribe.

"If he has a totem fire..."

Without waiting for the sixth-generation leader to finish his words, the young man immediately took out a stone from behind him - a stone like a slab of brick.

"I have a grass totem fire seed, which is used for exchange, but he is indeed a fire seed."

The sixth-generation leader looked at the young man who interrupted him with some dissatisfaction, and asked: "What does the Grass Tribe want to exchange for the fire seed?"

"Meat, safety, territory, anything. Now the weather is so cold, only the power of the grass totem can make plants germinate and bear fruit, so many people need him."

The young man weighed the grass totem fire seed in his hand for a few times, and the fifth Xuan seemed to see the black lines on the heads of the people around him.

Someone actually treated the totem fire seed of his tribe like this, which is really... weird.

"You lack respect for the fire seed of your tribe."

The sixth-generation leader said the voice of many people.

"Oh, are you talking about it?"

The boy pointed to the fire in his hand.

"In the current Grass Tribe, the first belief is the Fire Totem, and the second belief is the Grass Totem. As for this kind of fire... there is no need for belief at all. This is the rule set by the first generation of witches."

The first generation of witches he mentioned is the second generation of Grass Witches, just with a different name.

The second generation of Grass Witches is the son of the third generation of witches. He believes in the Fire Tribe, and there is nothing wrong with it. It is just surprising that he has been able to preserve this tradition for so many years.

Diwu Xuan thought about the first generation of Grass Witches and felt that the children he educated were likely to retain this temperament, because Grass Witches are used to pitting the totems of their own tribe, and they are especially pitting Grass Totems.

"In theory, your father should have inherited the title of the Herb Shaman..."

"But my father didn't come. I was the only one in the entire Grass Tribe who came. I found the old place, the Fire Tribe, and even saw the Fire Totem."

The young man interrupted the Sixth Chief again, which really made the Sixth Chief a little dissatisfied with him.

Although dissatisfied, the Sixth Chief also thought about his words seriously, and then looked at the Seventh Chief Shaman.

"Shaman matters should be decided by the Shaman." He said.

The Seventh Chief Shaman nodded, thought for a while, and said: "Then, in the name of the Seventh Chief Shaman, I declare that the Grass Tribe returns to the Fire Tribe, and you are appointed... the third generation of the Herb Shaman."