The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 88 - 82: The Monarch of the Tribe, Powerful Flame Magic_1

Chapter 88: Chapter 82: The Monarch of the Tribe, Powerful Flame Magic_1

The Hearthstone Grand Witch was taken aback, "Majesty, what is the Fire Protection Family?"

"The Thousand-Year Fire is essentially a powerful flame magic." Ivita coughed and mimicked the tone of the princess, it didn’t matter, her ancestor’s knowledge was also her own.

After all, it’s her ancestor.

This is the spirit of appropriation.

The Old Witch looked at Ivita strangely, the Demon God Majesty shouldn’t be familiar with this world.

She suddenly realized, that’s right, the visibility spell on this dome mural should not be a problem for the Demon God with vast intelligence.

The mural probably provided the answer.

The Hearthstone Grand Witch suddenly bowed, for once acting with rare elegance, "Majesty, now the student has become the teacher, you will eventually surpass me."

The Old Witch thought, although it was dangerous to follow the Demon God, there were great benefits to be obtained.

If she hadn’t met Ivita, she would still be a fraudster in the Dark Magic Forest, a wandering witch, stuck in mediocrity.

Should she find the time to divine for herself, perhaps staying by the Demon God’s side might not be a bad idea.

No, no, the Hearthstone Grand Witch quickly negated her own thoughts, staying by the terrifying Demon God’s side was too dangerous.

Although opportunities can be obtained, there was also the possibility of losing one’s life.

Ivita looked at the mural on the dome, the story on it formed a sequence before her eyes. "You see that painting, before the birth of the Thousand-year Fire, the Ambrose basin was still a forest full of ancient gymnosperms."

"Humans who had just moved there found it difficult to take a step forward."

As Ivita spoke, the scene in the dome mural suddenly lit up in radiance, highlighting the figures on the mural, and those figures suddenly started to move.

A moving portrait was revealed to everyone present.

At the same time, those figures in the painting, under some kind of mysterious power, were becoming more and more like real people.

In the end, the scene seemed to transform into a real scene caught on camera.

Ivita frowned. "So that’s how it is, I am acknowledged by the Secrecy Spell, so I can choose to share the scene."

The Hearthstone Witch hastily turned her eyes towards the scene.

As for Lolita, she was squatting on the ground resting, she didn’t care about the secret of the Thousand-year Fire.

For an ordinary person, knowing such things would bring no benefit.

The scenes on the dome mural were swiftly spinning, some fast, some slow.

At crucial places, it would suddenly slow down, while at a few less significant places, the scenes on the mural would speed up.

At first, the scenes were like a bloody battlefield.

Sons of the Forest were massacring humans on a large scale. There were ogres, centaurs, treants that they had seen before, but also many other species of Sons of the Forest.

It wasn’t just the Sons of the Forest that were murdering humans, the humans themselves were attacking each other too.

The commoners were attacking witches, the witches, in turn, were choosing to slaughter a group of warriors whose upper bodies were exposed, these warriors only wore armor on their forearms and calves, their lower bodies were dressed in bronze skirts that didn’t reach past their knees.

These warriors didn’t exactly resemble the mainstream profession of this era—knights.

But Ivita and the Old Witch, with a little thought, could surmise that knights were a profession that appeared late in the ancient civilization, while the story on this mural likely took place before the ancient civilization.

These warriors were probably from some ancient profession, they were simply replaced by the profession of knights, or they were replaced for some other reason, and so now their abilities had become unknown.

Within the army of average people attacking the witches, there were some women with both eyes covered by white cloths, these women wore soft white dresses and bore the Holy Fire Basin burning fiercely atop their heads.

They paced among the crowd, swinging their arms forcefully, shouting vehemently for the people to hunt down the Sons of the Forest and the witches.

In addition, among normal humans, and within the normal human factions themselves, there was also infighting.

Just as it is now within the Viscount Ambrose’s Independent Country.

The real-life imagery from the mural could make some sounds, recreating the scenes from that time.

Among the infighting humans, the Sons of the Forest were winning one battle after another, almost on the brink of annihilating the entire human group.

On the side of the Son of Forest was a toad the size of a hill, carried to a blood-stained pond formed from the fresh human blood by countless Sons of Forest. It hopped into the pond and squinted to enjoy the blood within it.

This creature seemed to be an Ancient Soul of a relatively high rank.

The Mt. Toad Ancient Soul lay in the blood pool formed from human blood, squinting in pleasure with its belly upturned.

It said: ’The fresh blood of these inferior creatures called humans is quite nice.’

’Their numbers are quite many, I hear that outside the Great Redwood, humans can independently build their own tribes? But here, they can only be our slaves!’

Meanwhile, far from this bloody pond, far away from the forest village, at least five human factions, under the leadership of three witches and two prophets crowned with sacred fire, gathered here.

The leaders of the five human tribes were all warriors of some unknown occupation depicted earlier on the murals.

They all stood before a fire basin.

Four male leaders and one female leader looked at each other.

The female leader spoke first because she valued her tribe the most. "We can’t continue like this, our people are dying in the hands of the enemy, and we are still fighting each other for the silly position of tribal monarch."

"This is too absurd."

Box now opened, the four male leaders also shared their own sentiments. "Yes, if we keep going like this, we’ll eventually be destroyed one by one."

"Can’t we decide on a tribal monarch first?"

"Can we trust the words of the witches? Why would the foreign virgin bring the witches here?"

The three witches also simultaneously snorted. "Do you lowlifes, you common humans deserve our trust?"

"Exactly, you guys have killed so many of our kind."

"Everyone, stop arguing," the two prophets said in unison, "We have brought the great demonstration of planetary civilization. Whether witches or God-blooded, we’re all humans. The planetary civilization is about to coalesce the second universal law in order to fight the civilization of fire, which is why we are sent here to assist you."

"Fellow humans, give up arguments and embrace cooperation."

"In front of this Law Seed bestowed by the planetary civilization, unify the power of the witches, the heroes with divine blood and all ordinary people here."

"Let this land truly give birth to the law of humanity!"

"Indeed, with the universal laws, planetary civilization can plant laws on lawless land, but the prerequisite is that this place originally has the foundation to form laws."

"Therefore, after you have been killing each other for many years and gradually forming a unified ideology, the temple sent us here."

"The remaining ash in this fire basin, is from the redwoods you burnt. Hence, the laws that will appear here will naturally suppress the law of the Great Redwood Sea!"

"Believe that among you, there are already people who have thought about ruling here. Now please make your decision."

The three witches and the five leaders involuntarily looked at the fire basin with only ashes.

A male leader swallowed. "Do we need to decide on a tribal monarch first? Then who will be the monarch!"

"Not a tribal monarch!" The leader among the three witches objected, "Monarch is the cultural concept of the Son of Forest. We humans don’t need it."

"We should create a new title."

"The leader of us humans... shall be called a Monarch."

"The monarch of our tribe will rule all tribes and slaves on this land."

An astute old male leader explained: "Because the power of the tribe... the tribal monarch is too great, we all scrambled for this position."

"So we should limit the power of the tribal monarch. Our tribal monarch here should neither be a witch nor a God-blooded. He is best to be an ordinary human."

"He has to assume all responsibilities, yet he should not have too much power, so he can only be an ordinary person!"

Everyone’s thinking started to open up, and a lengthy discussion began.

Under these long discussions, a spark gradually turned into a flame, burning in the fire basin filled with ashes.

At this time, a witch suddenly screamed. "No, the newborn fire is too weak. It will be extinguished in an instant. Each of us must drip our own blood into this fire and make a vow to protect it. Our flames must always repel races other than humans, our fire must ignite the forest..... "

"To stamp our civilization thoroughly in here, we, the Three Eastern Witches, offer our lives to the fire to give this law the strongest fire power."

"It will be one of the most powerful flame magics."