Chapter 501 I'm a little old (third update asking for votes)

"We from the Ox Tribe will go to Haidong City. No matter what anyone says, it won't work. If you disagree, I will deny it."

"Why? If you want to go, go to Dragon City. We from the Stag Tribe don't welcome you."

"We from the Snow Tribe will go to Dragon City. I'll support whoever supports me."

...

The entire council hall was in chaos. Everyone talked about their own demands and blatantly formed cliques with each other. Nothing could be agreed upon and nothing could be done.

"Dong, dong, dong."

Shao couldn't remember how many times he had knocked on the long wooden table with a stone hammer. Now he was officially appointed as the successor by the eighth-generation witch. He would temporarily serve as his assistant and participate in the meeting.

"Quiet~ Quiet~ Quiet~ Quiet~~~~~ Quiet~~~~"

Shao's face turned red because of shouting, and he finally silenced everyone else's voices.

All the witches looked at Shao from both sides of the long table, waiting for his advice.

"If you can't reconcile, discuss the problem in the God's Court and let the totem decide everything."

"Bullshit."

"Impossible."

"I vote against it."

...

The conference hall was in chaos again. Shao shouted at the top of his voice, saying that this was not a solution, but no one listened to him, and the witches started arguing again. The

eighth-generation witch patted Shao's hand and asked him to be quiet.

Shao looked at the eighth-generation witch in confusion, and saw the eighth-generation witch pointing out the window:

the sky was getting dark, and it was time to end the meeting.

The eighth-generation witch didn't say anything, but just shook his head to signal him not to argue and wait for the meeting to end.

Shao looked at the smiling eighth-generation witch with a wry smile. From Shao's point of view, the eighth-generation witch didn't seem to care about these at all.

The argument continued until the sun completely set, and these witches left the conference room tiredly.

"Let's go have dinner, and bring Xin and Li to see me in the evening."

The eighth-generation witch said to Shao.

Shao nodded, left the conference room tiredly, and walked towards the Fire Tribe Alliance Academy.

When he returned home, his daughter ran over and threw herself into his arms, and his wife had already prepared dinner.

"Not going well today?"

his wife asked.

Shao nodded and said hoarsely, "Have you ever seen pottery being sold at a big discount? The meeting was even more chaotic than that."

Shao's wife imagined the scene:

the highest-ranking witches in the tribe, who usually put on airs and acted sacred, were now arguing at the long table. It was funny to think about it.

"I can't imagine how the eighth generation of witches could tolerate such a thing."

Shao complained.

His wife came behind him, massaged his shoulders, and whispered, "I have a guess."

"What guess?"

Shao asked.

He always respected his wife and believed that his wife's views on some things were more profound than his own.

"Fusion."

His wife let go of Shao's shoulders, sat next to him and said, "The dispute is just a minor friction. After the emergence of the Fire God Cult, the speed of alliance integration will be accelerated. It is good to dispute at this time."

Shao frowned and thought about it, then nodded silently. He was indeed too deeply involved in disputes recently and could not understand many things.

"And the sacrifices of each tribe have been completely stopped, so these witches must have a direction to vent. Otherwise, it will be more troublesome if they keep holding on to this point."

With the promotion of the Fire God Cult, the behavior of each tribe privately worshipping totems has been completely banned. Now, the Fire Tribe Alliance only worships the Fifth Xuan.

This matter was also decided when promoting the Fire God Cult, and the witches of each tribe accepted it.

However, the witches who lost the power to lead the tribes to worship totems had nowhere to vent their energy, and began to quarrel endlessly in the meeting.

"You are still smart."

Shao hugged his wife and kissed her on the cheek.

"You are in too deep. Go and teach the children when you have time. They miss you very much."

The wife pushed Shao away and said.

Shao nodded and agreed with a smile. His messy mind was much clearer under the comfort of his wife.

After dinner, Shao played with the children for a while, then found Li and Xin and walked towards the residence of the eighth-generation witch.

Since the Fire God Cult began to be promoted and implemented, there have been frequent gatherings of several people. The eighth-generation witch would share some tribal management experience with them to help them grow.

Several people came to the room of the eighth-generation witch and saw that the eighth-generation witch was sorting out several animal skin scrolls.

"Come on, sit down and take a look at these things."

The eighth-generation witch put the animal skin scrolls in front of several people, and several people began to look at them.

This time, the beast skin scroll does not record tribal politics, but records about the witches of the Fire Tribe.

There are few records about the first generation witch, because his deeds happened too long ago, and the Fire Tribe was very weak at that time. For a long time in the early stage, even the totem fire was not lit, and they were mostly migrating.

The second generation witch did more things and experienced more, but not for long. Everyone knows that the second generation witch created the magic.

Starting from the third generation witch, the Fire Tribe's experience became more and more complicated, including plague, migration, and totem sleeping. After that, the Fire Tribe lived in caves for a long time.

It was a miserable time. Although there are not many records in the beast skin scroll, you can imagine how they lived. It was not easy to survive without totem fire.

After that, there were wars, migrations, the loss of the fire totem, and the division of the tribe. The life of the third-generation witch was wonderful, but it was a pity that he never reunited with the totem in the second half.

The records of the fourth-generation witch are richer and more abundant than those of the third-generation witch. This was the highlight of the Fire Tribe. Even in such a prosperous era as today, some people still miss the era of the fourth-generation witch.

The fourth-generation witch was raised entirely by the third-generation witch in his childhood. He had never seen a totem since he was a child, but he believed in totems all his life.

Soon after he became a witch, he began to migrate with the tribe, crossing the entire continent all the way to the edge of the desert.

He established a tribe on the edge of the desert, opened up territory, laid down the sun and moon totems, and became a hegemon.

If the previous records are more like historical records in plain language, then the records of the fourth generation of witches are like writing stories and legends.

Hardships and difficulties are endless, but the fourth generation of witches can deal with them one by one.

He is wise, strong, cunning, and strong. He led the Fire Tribe from a small tribe to a large tribe step by step, and all this was built without totems.

This period of history is the most serious for the three people, and it is also what they knew the most before.

The life of the fourth generation of witches is a legend. He has never seen the fire totem, but he led the people of the Fire Tribe to uphold their faith and wait for the return of the totem.

He is a heroic leader and a genius. Everyone believes that if the Fire Totem was with him at that time, the Fire Tribe would definitely become stronger.

Unfortunately, fate played tricks on him. He never saw the Fire Totem until his death.

After his death, the fifth generation of witch who succeeded him was simply unable to hold up the whole situation. In more than ten years, the fifth generation of witch who was in his thirties died of exhaustion in office.

He killed countless people in his life just to live up to the trust of the fourth generation of witch and complete the mission left by the fourth generation of witch:

to persist until the totem returns and pass on the Fire Tribe.

It was a dark history. Even in the beast skin scroll, there are not many details. Many times, it is just a passing mention, that is, a tribe was massacred and hundreds of people died.

No one wants to recall this history, but the three people who watch it seem to see the bloody storm and the gaze of the fifth generation of witch from the scroll.

Among all the witches of all generations, the environment he lived in was definitely the most difficult.

Without the support of the totem, the trust of the tribesmen, and the support of ambition, he dragged the Fire Tribe along for more than ten years, using silence and blood.

After reading the records of the fifth generation of witches, the three felt depressed, but the subsequent records of the sixth generation of witches gradually brought them out of the haze.

The totem returned, the tribe was stable, and everything was developing in a good direction. However, the description of the Dragon Tribe's spiritual department suddenly appeared in the text, and the Fire Tribe fell into trouble again.

War, fighting, generations of leaders shined in the era of the sixth generation of witches, and finally walked out of the swamp of war, and the wind and snow came again.

So far, the highlight moment of the sixth generation of witches has arrived. A glance for a thousand years, the left and right eyes, saw two futures, and helped the Fire Totem make the right choice.

The seventh generation of the shaman took the throne and led the tribe to migrate and settle down by the East China Sea. The entire tribe began to truly develop. It can be said that the foundation of today's Fire City was completed at that time.

After that, it was the eighth generation of the shaman, but the record stopped abruptly. The eighth generation of the shaman was not dead, and his biography had not been written.

"What did you see?"

asked the eighth generation of the shaman.

"The Fire Tribe's turbulent and magnificent past."

replied Xi. The

eighth generation of the shaman nodded   and looked at Shao.

"Suffering. " Shao replied. The eighth generation of the shaman put on a smile on his face, nodded again, and looked at Xin.   "History." Xin

replied   .   The eighth generation of the shaman nodded again. He did not refute anyone and smiled and nodded at every answer.   "Do you know what I saw?"   asked the eighth generation of the shaman.   The three looked at the eighth generation of the shaman curiously, wondering what he could see from these stories.   "Death."   The eighth generation of the shaman said with a wry smile.   The three of them were stunned.   "How did the first generation of the witch die?"   "He named the Fire Tribe, his hair turned white overnight, and he died the next day."   Xin answered.   "What about the second generation of the witch?"   "He died after being beaten by the gods." Shao   said   . "What about   the third generation of the witch?"   "He jumped into the sea to find the Fire Totem." Shao said.   "What about the fifth generation of the witch?"   The eighth generation of the witch asked, skipping the fourth generation of the witch.   "He died of exhaustion."   Shao said with a frown.   "If you don't change your temper of worrying about everything, you may die of exhaustion in the future."   The eighth generation of the witch said to Shao, and then asked: "What about the sixth generation of the witch?"   "He saw for a thousand years with one glance, and died of exhaustion."   Xin said.   "What about the seventh generation of the witch?"   "He committed suicide to complete the Fire Totem and promoted the Bright Totem, and died for the tribe."   Shao said.   The eighth generation witch nodded: "Except for the fourth generation witch who died of old age, Fire Tribe witches never had a good end."   "For the tribe."   He said this with great enthusiasm, but found that neither Xin nor Shao agreed.   "For the tribe, yes, for the tribe."

The Eighth Generation Shaman muttered a few words, looked at the three people and asked: "So how do you think I died?"

The three people were stunned, and Xin immediately said: "Father, now the Fire Tribe is extremely powerful, don't you think it's a little early?"

The Eighth Generation Shaman shook his head and said: "It's not too early, it's just that I'm a little old."

He sat in his seat, his hands crossed and his chin resting, his eyes a little absent-minded.

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