"Our Niu tribe will go to Haidong City, no one can say anything, if you don't agree, you will deny it. ”

"Why, if you want to go to Dragon City, we Buck Tribe don't welcome you. ”

"We Snow Tribe go to Dragon City, and whoever of you supports me, I will support whomever I want. ”

......

The entire council hall was in a mess, everyone talked freely about their own demands, and blatantly formed cliques with each other, and nothing could be discussed properly, and nothing could be carried out.

"Knock knock. ”

Shao doesn't remember the first time he struck the long wooden table with a stone hammer, and now he has been officially appointed by the Eight Generations of Wu as his successor, temporarily acting as his assistant and participating in the meeting.

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

Because of the shouting, Shao's face turned red, and finally suppressed everyone's voices.

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

"If you can't reconcile it, put the matter in the divine court and let the totem decide everything. ”

"Fart. ”

"No way. ”

"I voted no. ”

......

The conference hall was chaotic again, and Shao shouted at the top of his voice, saying that it was not a way to go on like this, but no one listened to him at all, and the witches argued again.

The eighth generation of witches patted Shao's hand and quieted him down.

Shao looked at the eight generations of witches in confusion, and saw that the eight generations of witches stretched out their fingers and pointed out the window:

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

Yashiro didn't speak, just shook his head and motioned for him not to argue and wait for the meeting to end.

Shao looked at the smiling Eight Generations of Witches with a wry smile, and from Shao's point of view, the Eight Generations of Witches didn't seem to care about these at all.

The argument continued until the sun had completely set, and the witches left the conference room tired.

"Let's go to dinner, and come to see me in the evening with Nothing and Nick. ”

Eight generations of witches said to Shao.

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

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

"Didn't go well today?"

The wife asked.

Shao nodded, and said hoarsely, "Have you ever seen a time when the pottery was greatly discounted? ”

Shao's wife imagined the scene:

A group of witches with the highest status in the tribe usually pose as holy on a shelf, and now they sit at the long table and quarrel, which is funny to think about.

"I can't imagine how the Eight Generations of Witches could tolerate such a thing. ”

Shao grumbled.

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

"What conjecture?"

Shao asked.

He has always respected his wife, and thinks that her views on some things are deeper than his own.

"Fusion. ”

His wife let go of Shao's shoulder, sat next to him and said, "The quarrel is just a small friction, after the Vulcan Sect appears, the speed of alliance integration will be accelerated, and it is beneficial to quarrel at this time." ”

Shao frowned and thought about it, and nodded silently, he has indeed been in too deep a dispute recently, and he can't understand many things.

"And the sacrifices of the tribes are completely stopped, and these witches must always have a direction to vent, otherwise it will be more troublesome to hold on to this. ”

With the promotion of the Fire God Cult, the behavior of various tribes to privately sacrifice totems has been completely prohibited, and now the Fire Tribe Alliance only sacrifices the Fifth Xuan.

This matter was also made to promote the Vulcan Cult, and it was also accepted by the witches of various tribes.

But the witches, who lost the power to lead their clansmen to sacrifice to the totem, had nowhere to vent their energy, and began to quarrel infinitely in the meeting.

"You're still smart. ”

Shao hugged his wife and kissed her on the face.

"It's that you're too deep, and if you have time to teach the kids, they miss you very much. ”

The wife pushed Shao away and said.

Shao nodded, smiled and responded, his chaotic brain was much cleared up under the comfort of his wife.

After eating and playing with the children for a while, Shao found Kai and Xin and walked towards the residence of the Eight Generations of Witches.

Since the Vulcan Cult began to be popularized, there have been frequent gatherings of several people, and the Eight Generations of Witches will share some of the tribe's management experience with them to help them grow.

Several people came to the room of the Eight Generations of Witches and saw that the Eight Generations of Witches were sorting out a few animal skin scrolls.

"Here, sit down, and take a look at these things. ”

The eight generations of witches placed the animal skin scroll in front of several people, and several people looked at each other.

This time, the animal skin scroll does not record tribal government affairs, but records about the fire tribe through the ages.

There are very few records of a generation of witches, his deeds are too long, and the fire tribe was very weak at that time, and the totem fire was not even lit for a long time in the early stage, and it was mostly in the process of migration.

The second generation of witches has done a little more, and he has experienced a little more, but it is not long, and his deeds do not need to be seen by everyone to know, and the gods are created by the second generation of witches.

Since the beginning of three generations of witches, the experience of the Fire Tribe has become more and more complicated, including plagues, migrations, and totem sleep, and for a long time after that, the Fire Tribe has lived in caves.

It was a miserable time, and although there are not many records on the animal skin scroll, it is conceivable that the life they lived, and it was not easy to survive without the totem fire.

After that, there were wars, migrations, loss of fire totems, and tribal splits, and the lives of the three generations of witches were wonderful, but it was a pity that they were never able to get together with the totem in the second half.

The records of the four generations of witches are richer and more abundant than the three generations of witches, which is the highlight of the fire tribe, and even in today's prosperous era, some people will miss the era of the four generations of witches.

The four generations of witches were completely brought up by the three generations of witches, and he had never seen totems since he was a child, but he believed in totems all his life.

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

He set up tribes on the edge of the desert, opened up territories, laid down the sun and moon totems, and achieved a hegemon.

If the previous record is more like a historical record in the form of white drawing, then the record of the four generations of witches is like writing a story and a legend.

Hardships and hardships emerge one after another, but four generations of witches can cope with them one by one.

Wise, powerful, 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 history is the most serious read by the three of them, and it is also the one they know the most before.

The life of the four generations of witches is legendary, he has never seen the fire totem, but he led the fire tribesmen to adhere to the faith, waiting for the return of the totem.

He is a generation of male lords, a generation of Tianjiao, and everyone thinks that if the fire totem is with him at that time, the fire tribe will definitely become stronger.

It's a pity that fate makes people, and he has never seen a fire totem in his life until he dies.

After his death, the five generations of witches who succeeded to the throne couldn't support the whole situation at all, and the five generations of witches in their thirties died of exhaustion in office for more than ten years.

He killed countless times in his life, just to live up to the trust of the four generations of witches and complete the mission left by the four generations of witches:

Hold on until the totem comes back and pass on the fire tribe.

It was a dark history, and even on the skin scrolls there was not much narrative detail, and in many cases it was mentioned in one stroke, a tribe was slaughtered, and hundreds or thousands of people died.

No one wants to recall this history, but the three people who can watch it seem to be able to see the bloody wind and rain from the picture scroll and see the gaze of the five generations of witches.

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

Without the support of the totem, without the trust of the clansmen, and without the support of ambition, he dragged the Fire Tribe all the way for more than ten years, with silence and blood.

After reading the records of the five generations of witches, the three of them all felt depressed, but then the records of the six generations of witches made them gradually come out of the haze.

The totem returns, the tribe is stable, and everything is going in a good direction, but the description of the dragon tribe's spirit suddenly appears in the text, and the fire tribe is in trouble again.

War, fighting, generations of leaders shine in the six generations of witch eras, and finally get out of the swamp of war, and the wind and snow are coming.

At this point, the highlight moment of the six generations of witches has arrived, with a glance of ten thousand years, two eyes on the left and right, and two futures, helping the fire totem to make the right choice.

Seven generations of witches ascended to the throne, led the tribe to migrate, settled on the East China Sea, and the entire tribe began to develop in earnest, and it can be said that the foundation of today's fire capital was completed at that time.

After that, there were eight generations of witches, but the record came to an abrupt end, and the eight generations of witches did not die, and his biography had not yet been written.

"What do you see?"

Yashiro asked.

"The Fire Tribe's magnificent past. ”

He replied.

The Eight Generations Wu nodded, looking at Shao.

"Suffering. ”

Shao replied.

A smile appeared on the face of the Yatsuyo Witch, and he nodded again and looked at the sink.

"History. ”

Boiling replied.

Yatsuyo nodded again, he didn't contradict anyone, smiling and nodding at each answer.

"Do you know what I'm seeing?"

Yashiro asked.

The three of them looked at Yatsuyo Witch curiously, not knowing what he could see from these stories.

"Death. ”

Yashiro said with a wry smile.

The three of them were stunned.

"How did a generation of witches die?"

"Named the Fire Tribe, had gray hair one night, and died the next day. ”

Boiling replied.

"What about the second generation of witches?"

"God died after the blow. ”

He said.

"Three generations of witches?"

"Jump into the sea in search of the fire totem. ”

Shaodao.

"What about the five generations of witches?"

The Eight Generations Witch skipped the Four Generations Witch and asked.

"Exhausted. ”

Shao said with a frown.

"If you don't change your temper in everything, you may die of exhaustion in the future. ”

The eight generations of witches said a word, and then asked, "What about the six generations of witches?"

"One eye for ten thousand years, exhausted and dying. ”

Nothing said.

"What about the Seven Generations of Witches?"

"Commit suicide to complete the fire totem to promote the Ming totem and martyr the tribe. ”

Shaodao.

The eight generations of witches nodded: "Except for the four generations of witches who died of old age, the fire tribe witches never died well." ”

"For the sake of the tribe. ”

He said a word quite enthusiastically, but found that neither Xin nor Shao agreed.

"For the Tribe, yes, for the Tribe. ”

The Eight Generations of Witches muttered a few words, looked at the three of them and asked, "Then what do you think, how did I die?"

The three of them were stunned for a moment, and Xin immediately spoke: "Father, now that the Fire Tribe is extremely powerful, do you think it's a little early?"

The eighth generation of witches shook his head and said, "It's not early, it's that I'm a little old." ”

He sat in his place, his hands crossed and his chin on his chin crossed, his gaze a little distracted.