Chapter 510 Thoughts

"God of Fire, your witch is dead."

The Bull Totem looked at Diwu Xuan with his eyes wide open.

"Yeah."

Diwu Xuan nodded, and with his right middle finger on his index finger, he flicked at the golden mist in front of him. A stream of golden light shot out from the mist and landed on the warrior in front.

"It's the eighth generation of witches."

The Bull Totem was very excited, even more excited than when his own witch died.

"It's the ninth one, the ninth one, so fast."

Diwu Xuan was stunned, and then continued to flick the golden mist in front of him, but the rhythm of the flick was a little messy, and he might even make mistakes and flick the golden light onto the enemy.

When he made a mistake, he withdrew his hand and looked at the Bull Totem: "People are not suitable to work when they are sad, but if you don't work, your people will die. The more you talk, the more people will die."

The Bull Totem looked aggrieved, and sat cross-legged in the thick mist, with his two front paws facing each other, not knowing what to do.

"The eighth generation witch is too kind."

The Fifth Xuan sighed and looked at the battlefield in front of him: "For more than 20 years, he has never restricted the development of these people. He always keeps nagging about how difficult it is to survive and how difficult it is for the tribe."

The Bull Totem nodded and said, "It was the same with the Moon Totem incident back then."

The Fifth Xuan punished the Moon Totem not because she killed innocent people, nor because she was making trouble in Xi'an City, but because she didn't listen to the witch.

The witch's words must be listened to. There can only be one voice in the tribe, so that it can develop.

The Fifth Xuan handed the right to speak to the Eighth Generation Witch, so he had the right to control all political affairs.

Even the Fifth Xuan himself respected the rights he had given and the choices of the Eighth Generation Witch. Even though there was such a big chaos in Xi'an City, he never blamed anyone.

Nothing is smooth sailing, and people's hearts are hard to guess. He did not agree with Shao using the power of the Code Totem to kill people.

Such killings have reached the level of killing innocent people. It is unknown how many unjust, false and wrong cases there are, but he did not stop it.

Just like he did not agree with the kindness of the Eighth Generation Witch but still supported it, he also supported Shao's actions.

The stalls are getting bigger and bigger, the power is getting bigger and bigger, the responsibility is getting bigger and bigger, and it is definitely difficult to control them.

The development of the Fire Tribe must have its autonomy. If Diwu Xuan is in power personally, some problems will certainly be avoided, but more problems will also arise.

Because problems are bound to exist, there is no policy that satisfies everyone. Once you are in power, what should you do if there is a problem?

Whether it is the witch or the leader, as long as Diwu Xuan takes the blame, no one can say anything.

But if he has a problem, the pot will be thrown down, so what team is there to lead?

People outside are dissatisfied, people inside are dissatisfied, inside and outside are dissatisfied, and the problem is serious.

All along, Diwu Xuan has only been doing macro control, so that the Fire Tribe can truly grow, rather than being a child who cannot grow up under his wings.

He also thought about ruling the world by other means, such as being stricter or more lenient, but he gave up in the end.

This world has its own operating rules. The tribe is not a country, and the alliance is not the United Nations.

Most tribes are still in the stage of hunger. If the problem of the stomach has not been solved, how can there be any higher ideals.

Looking across the entire continent, the Fire Tribe Alliance is already considered good. At least most of the food and clothing problems have been solved. The alliance is also relatively relaxed, and people still have a certain degree of freedom in their lives.

In this era, even if you want to be a robber, there is nowhere to rob.

But it has only been a few years since it was settled, and people's hearts have changed. For the sake of their desires, these enemies in front of them even gave up their own totems.

Totems, the existence on which the tribesmen depend for survival, the end of their faith, the destination of their souls, cannot be abandoned just like that.

How much of this is influenced by him?

In the past, a tribe had only one totem, their faith was simple, and the relationships between people were also simple. Now many tribes are mixed together, and simplicity has evolved into complexity when it encounters simplicity, and people's hearts have changed.

As long as they fill their stomachs, people's thoughts are the same, which is one word:

to do.

"What do they do with the knife totem?"

Seeing that Diwu Xuan didn't say anything, the ox totem couldn't help asking.

He really wasn't worried about the battlefield. Maybe after this incident, he felt that it was dangerous outside, and thought it was good to be in the God's Court. It didn't matter if the totem stone was gone. "Buried alive   with the dead

, the Fire Tribe is the first witch to be assassinated, there is no reason not to drag a few people to bury him, otherwise it will be very embarrassing to record it in the history books in the future." Diwu Xuan smiled at Niu Tuteng, but Niu Tuteng did not see the smile, only the coldness.   "They don't seem to attack anymore."   Niu Tuteng pointed to the warriors of the Sword Tribe and the Horse Tribe in the distance and said.   "Killing is meaningless to them. If they want to escape, why waste their energy here? Think about how to rebuild Donghai City after they leave."   Diwu Xuan said.   "You won't let me go back?"   Niu Tuteng asked in surprise.   "That's Shao's business. I will treat him the same way as I treat the Eighth Generation Witch. As the parent of these children, I can't be biased."   After Diwu Xuan finished speaking, he sighed. He missed the Eighth Generation Witch a little.   A few days ago, this old guy was so shameless that he asked me to help him contact the Grass Tribe. Now, he's dead?   Dead.   This is how the world is. There are so many ways to take a life, and now there's just one more.   "Why did they kill the Eighth Generation Witch?"

Niu Tuteng still couldn't understand why these people had decided to run away, so why did they still kill people.

"Because if the Eighth Generation Shaman didn't die, they couldn't run away."

Diwu Xuan sat in the thick fog, looking at the enemy who began to retreat in the distance.

"If the Eighth Generation Shaman didn't die, Shao would bring the Torch here, Shao would preside over Donghai City, and the Torch would chase them all the way east until they were completely killed. The Fire Tribe doesn't like traitors."

Niu Tuteng suddenly realized and said, "Once the Eighth Generation Shaman died, the power within the Fire Tribe would change, and the alliance would also need to be stable, so no one could chase them?"

"Someone will definitely chase them."

Diwu Xuan said firmly.

"Who?"

"Xin."

Diwu Xuan looked far away, as if he could travel through time and space and see the Fire City.

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"I want to go to Donghai City."

In the Chuanmo Temple, Xin said stubbornly.

Shao was a little confused. He tried various ways to persuade Xin, but none of them worked.

Xin was determined to avenge his father and to kill all the people in the Shadow Tribe.

"The alliance needs stability. Without your help, the situation will be more difficult."

Shao continued to try. He really needed Xin, needed him, and needed all the power to help him.

"My heart is too confused. If I help you at this time, I will only kill people, more fiercely than you."

Xin found a reason again and rejected Shao.

"Let her go."

Chuanmo Wu suddenly spoke. He didn't want to see two killing gods. Shao was enough. If there was one more, he was afraid that the history he recorded would only be about killing and nothing else.

Shao was silent. He clenched his right fist and unclenched it, clenched it and unclenched it again. He repeated this several times before he spoke.

"Okay, then you..."

"I'll go too."

A loud voice rang out. It was the leader of the Fire Tribe. He also walked in.

"I'm going to Donghai City to avenge Wu."

Shao's right eyelid twitched. He opened his mouth but didn't say a word.

He felt a little dry in the mouth, so he turned around and went to the inner room to get himself a glass of water. He gulped it down and felt better.

"You are the leader, not a thug. Ju is doing the job you are supposed to do now. Even if you can't take on your responsibilities, don't cause me trouble."

Shao's voice was full of complaints. He was in a bad mood, very bad.

"I watched Shi die in front of me, and I watched Wu die in front of me. I must do something, just like what I did on the wall of Xi'an."

Shao wanted to say that what you did back then was not very good, but he didn't say it. He just took a deep breath.

"Go, you can choose the warriors and weapons as you like. You can chase as far as you want. I just hope that when you come back, the Fire Tribe Alliance will still be there."

Shao waved his hand and let them leave. He didn't want to communicate with these two people.

No, he couldn't communicate with these two people.

Chuan Tapir Wu was watching all this from the side, and inexplicably thought of the era of the three generations of witches in his heart.

He was a little fortunate that Shao became a witch, not Xin.

If it was Xin, then the Fire Tribe would have to return to the early days of the era of the three generations of witches, which would be a tragedy for the entire tribe.

"I can go by myself. I don't need any soldiers. I can kill them."

Xin glanced at Li, turned and left without saying another word.

Li stood there for a while, stomped his feet, turned around and followed him out.

"I feel a little sympathetic towards you."

said the tapir witch.

"Humph."

Shao snorted lightly, looked at the two figures going away and said, "You should sympathize with all the tribes in the alliance except the Fire Tribe. I'm not the eighth generation witch."

Just as he finished speaking, there was a quarrel outside. It was Ju and several witches. They seemed to be coming to the tapir temple, but were stopped by Ju.

"Ju is too dull."

The tapir witch said as he looked at the scene.

"It's better than Li being too slick."

Shao's words made the tapir witch raise his eyebrows, and he looked at Shao with some surprise.

He didn't quite understand what Shao meant, but after thinking about it carefully, he understood a little.

Shao was hinting that Li was scheming in this matter, and he was afraid that the fact that Wu died in front of him would discredit him, so he had to go to Donghai City no matter what, pretending to avenge Wu.

In this way, at least the people of the Fire Tribe would not hate him in their hearts, and more than that.

Shao was on a killing spree, and if he avoided going there at this time, his image in the alliance would be much better than Shao. He

is really slippery.

Chuan Mo Wu looked at Li's back who was still walking away, and thought.

Shao ignored Chuan Mo Wu's thinking, waved his hand and called a guard, asking him to invite a group of witches and leaders in.

After a short rest, Shao had sorted out his thoughts and knew what he should do next.

He was no longer confused, nor was he puzzled.

It was unrealistic to expect the leader to shoulder his responsibility, so all the burdens fell on his own shoulders.

Anyway, even if he poked a hole in the sky, the God of Fire would help him plug it up. Isn't this what the God of Fire has always done? There was no reason why it would be different for him.