Chapter 572

"Have you met him?"

Zhao asked, looking up from his seat.

"Yes, he is going to see the God of Fire. I happened to see him. He is not very old."

Zhao sat down, glanced at Shao's office and said.

"Yes, he is not very old. I heard that she was pregnant for eleven years before giving birth to him and his brother. I never thought that the Sun Wizard is actually a god."

Zhao still said in disbelief. Zhao

smiled bitterly and said, "He is not a Sun Wizard anymore. He is now a Grass Wizard. He has taken over the position of the three generations of Grass Wizards, and the Sun Wizard position is vacant."

"If you don't take over the Fire Wizard, the Sun Wizard position will be yours."

Zhao said jokingly.

He knew that his father's body was no longer suitable for being a wizard. The reason why he has not abdicated until now is just because it is a special period and it is not good to cause any shock.

"Fire wizard, you are more suitable than me. I can take over the eighth generation wizard, but I can't take over the ninth generation wizard."

This is Zhao's self-knowledge. He does not have the ability to design such a huge blueprint. If he accepts it blindly, it will easily breed many problems. He looked at Xi and said, "It is most suitable for you to accept it."

This is a cliché, and Xi did not respond.

He and his father did not think that it was good for the son to take over the father's position, whether in the long run or in the short run.

In the long run, the inheritance from father to son is likely to cause future generations to compete to learn from each other, and with the character of the God of Fire, he will mostly watch this tragedy happen and let the tribe learn to grow from failure.

In the short term, his character is too similar to his father's, and it is difficult to break through his father's inherent thinking and bring any breakthrough changes to the alliance.

Moreover, he had been smooth sailing all his life and had no great ambitions in his heart, so he lacked the motivation to take over this position.

"That new guy is clamoring to be a wizard."

Zhao raised his eyebrows and said to Wei.

"I know, back then, Xin was the most powerful contender for the position of wizard. If Ganymede had not appeared at the wrong time, it would be hard to say whether the wizard now would be my father or Xin."

Wei thought for a while and said. Zhao

nodded. He knew more about the situation at that time than Wei, so he naturally knew that what he said was right.

"Have you met that person?"

Zhao asked.

"I have met him."

Zhao nodded. "I was looking for some information in the Chuanmo Temple two days ago, and I happened to meet him."

"I don't know if his talent can take on the important task."

As soon as Zhao finished speaking, the bell beside him suddenly rang, and the two immediately walked towards Shao's office.

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"Is your mother okay?"

In the temple, Mang, who was pulled in by the God of Fire, stood in the air, and the eighth generation witch looked at him and asked.

"Grandpa?"

Mang was a little surprised. His eyes followed his grandfather all the way up and saw the witches who only existed in the scroll. Then, he saw Diwu Xuan on the top of the altar.

"God of Fire."

He hurriedly bowed his head and saluted.

Diwu Xuan smiled and nodded, telling him not to be so reserved.

It was a meeting between the grandfather and grandson, and it was not good to disturb Diwu Xuan.

"Is your mother okay?"

the eighth generation witch asked again, his eyes full of concern.

"Mother is fine. She went to the depths of the beast tribe several times, but did not find the blood shadow witch, and has been blaming herself for this."

Mang hurriedly answered.

The eighth generation witch nodded, and glanced at the shadow totems outside the eight totem pillars, frightening the shadow totems.

He was really scared now. None of these witches and leaders would not beat him after they came out.

"I will send someone to tell your mother not to care too much about hatred. It is meaningless."

The eighth generation witch still spoke kindly. He waved his hand, and Mang walked towards him.

Touching Mang's head with his golden hand, the Eighth Generation Shaman said, "Your hair color is not like your mother's."

"My brother is like her, and his name is like her too."

Mang said, "We discussed it when we were in our mother's belly. In the future, he will go to the West, and I will stay in the Fire Tribe, so that the goddess mother will not be in trouble after waking up."

The Eighth Generation Shaman smiled, patted Mang's head and said, "We are all good children."

Mang immediately showed a silly smile, and he really looked like a well-behaved child.

"I heard that you want to be a witch."

The Fifth Xuan's question suddenly came from above, and everyone's eyes turned to Mang.

Mang raised his head and looked at the lofty Fifth Xuan and said, "Yes, God of Fire, I want to be a fire witch."

There was some expectation in the eyes of the Eighth Generation Shaman. He did not have the same idea as Shao, that father and son could not be witches for two consecutive years. If nothing unexpected had happened to Xin, he would have let Xin be a witch.

Later, because of the appearance of Ganymede, Xin could no longer be a wizard, but he was not too disappointed. However, now that his grandson has returned and said that he wants to be a wizard, he supports it.

Diwu Xuan took a look at the eighth-generation wizard and saw what he was thinking.

"Let's not talk about other things. If you become a wizard and your father becomes a marshal, wouldn't the Fire Tribe Alliance belong to your family?"

Diwu Xuan asked with a smile, and there was a hint of ease in his voice.

This can be taken as a joke, but it cannot be taken as a joke. How to understand and how to respond depends on Mang himself.

"Even if my father and I are a wizard and a marshal respectively, the Fire Tribe Alliance does not belong to us, but to the God of Fire."

Mang said obediently.

"Slippery tongue."

Diwu Xuan cursed with a smile, and then said, "This statement is too clever, let me put it another way."

Mang immediately nodded, and after a little thought, he said, "I think the witch of the Fire Tribe has deviated from the witch's original track. If the witch returns to the original track, the father and son, one is a witch and the other is a marshal, it will not harm the alliance."

When he said this, all the totems looked at Diwu Xuan in surprise. However, the witch and the leader of the Fire Tribe were not surprised, but they looked at Mang with a little more seriousness.

"If you don't say something shocking, you'll die."

The Fifth Xuan murmured, and the smile on his face faded. He looked at Mang seriously and said, "Tell me what you think, just say it, don't be afraid."

"Yes."

Mang nodded, and under the encouraging gaze of the eighth generation witch, he slowly spoke: "It has always been the witch who leads the tribe's faith and is responsible for the communication between the tribe and the totem. The administrative power is not great, except for a few special periods, and even no administrative power."

The first generation witch, the second generation witch, and the third generation witch nodded first. They were all pure witches and rarely participated in politics. In their opinion, witches should be like this.

The witches after the fourth generation had different understandings, but no one expressed opposition.

"The Ninth Generation of Shamans was in a special period. At that time, my father...a son should not blame his father. Under such circumstances, the Ninth Generation of Shamans faced great pressure and had to seize power to deal with the situation at that time, so the current political situation was formed."

After Mang finished speaking, he stopped and looked at Diwu Xuan.

"Tell me what you think about the current political situation. You can talk about the pros and cons."

Diwu Xuan was very interested and encouraged him .

"Yes."

Mang saluted and responded, saying, "Because of the situation at that time, the Ninth Generation of Shamans made the position of leader withdraw from the historical stage, and used military reform to restrain their power, thereby seizing administrative power."

This is something everyone knows. Diwu Xuan nodded and encouraged him to continue.

"Today, witches have too much power. The identity of faith guides and administrative power are concentrated together. A witch with strong ability will naturally bring good results. If he encounters an incompetent one..."

He did not continue, but everyone understood his meaning.

"Not only that, because witches have to participate too much in administrative implementation, they do not have time to tap the power of totems. This is also the reason why the power of totems has not improved much in the Fire Tribe Alliance for more than 30 years." When

this point was made, all witches nodded in agreement.

Relatively speaking, it is more important for witches to communicate with totems and tap the power of totems to strengthen the tribe. There are too many people who can do things like government affairs, and there is no need for witches to participate in it.

"If it changes, what do you think?"

Diwu Xuan's voice was calm, but in the eyes of many people, it was tantamount to thunder.

Does the God of Fire really want to use him?

This is the thought that many people instantly had.

"Restore the chief system."

Mang became more and more confident as he spoke. "The witches will return to their own rights, but they can continue to contribute to the design of laws and tribal blueprints, but they will no longer participate in the implementation of policies. Let the chiefs implement them."

"I don't have that ability."

The fourth generation witch said.

Mang first bowed to the fourth generation witch, and then said, "My father is indeed not suitable to be a chief, but he is still qualified to be a marshal. I think he is not bad. In fact, for so many years, he has been the deputy of the ninth generation witch, and many times, he has done the work of the chief."

The fifth Xuan raised his eyebrows and asked, "What did Xin teach you?"

Mang was stunned, then bowed and replied, "The third generation of Baicao witch is my teacher."

The fifth Xuan suddenly realized that if it was that little guy, he would indeed have such foresight.

"The third generation of the Herb Witch Master told me that as the de facto leader of a tribe, the most important ability is not the ability to manage the details, but the ability to design the political and military systems of the entire tribe."

Mang said proudly.

He has always agreed with the view of the old immortal master. His mother's insight on this point is far worse than that of the dead old man, and the goddess mother... she seems very ignorant in this regard.

"If you are allowed to become the next generation of witch, what will you do?"

Diwu Xuan asked this question, which was almost a promise, and also a kind of recognition of what Mang had just said.

"I will wait for you to become a god, and then make plans."

Mang unexpectedly did not say that he would implement everything he just said, but gave another answer.

"After you become a god, the power system of the Fire Tribe Alliance must have undergone great changes. Before these changes occur, all changes will appear too hasty. Changing orders every day will lose credibility."

"This kid is very slippery, Fire God, I suggest you whip him first."

The fourth generation witch suddenly jumped out and said.

Although he said this, there was a happy smile on his face, revealing his love for Mang.

"I think it's you who wants to whip him."

The fifth Xuan glanced at him, and then looked at Mang: "Normal tribesmen cannot stay in the God's Court for a long time. As a demigod, do you have such a problem?"

"Reply to Fire God, I haven't felt it yet."

Mang replied respectfully.

"Well, if you have time during this period, come to the Divine Court more often and learn from the Fourth Generation Shaman. Although he is not very capable, he is the best teacher."

After the Fifth Xuan finished speaking, he saw the Fourth Generation Shaman grinning happily.

"Yes, thank the Fire God for finding me another good teacher."

Mang hurriedly bowed and saluted. How could he not know that this was the Fire God paving the way for him.

Although the grandson of the Eighth Generation Shaman, the son of Xin and Li, and the student of the Third Generation Baicao Shaman are very high, it is difficult to gain reputation in the Fire Tribe.

But it is different for the student of the Fourth Generation Shaman.

The position of the fourth generation witch in the hearts of the Fire Tribe members is different after all.