The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 89 - 83: Behavior Patterns of the Three Great Civilizations, Color Changes of Thousand-Year Fire_1

Chapter 89: Chapter 83: Behavior Patterns of the Three Great Civilizations, Color Changes of Thousand-Year Fire_1

In the mural, three witches from the East sequentially jumped into the fire basin. The nascent flames of the Fire of Law successively melted their bodies, spirits, souls, and magic powers.

The three eastern witches died.

No, or rather, their essence and magical power forever merged into the continuous leaping and burning flames of the Thousand-Year Fire.

As long as the Thousand-Year Fire remained burning, their magic powers and spirits would never disappear.

Although they sacrificed their own lives and freedom, there’s always a corresponding price and risk to be borne with magic - and vice versa.

The great extent of their sacrifice allowed their magical powers and spirits to remain intact, even after over two thousand years.

The old witch who was viewing the fresco on the dome sighed. She said to Ivita, "I’ve heard my mentor talk about the legendary deeds of some witches. The three witches from the East belonged to the Civilization of Fire, they once used witchcraft to help many kings, leaving numerous legendary feats behind."

"I just don’t know their magic level."

"The Civilization of Fire was the most adept at using flames. According to the few legends we have today, we know that the Civilization of Fire was the first civilization in the world to ignite a flame."

"The three eastern witches came from the Civilization of Fire, so the Thousand-Year Fire was actually influenced by the Civilization of Fire."

"Of course, the source of fire magic is not just from the Civilization of Fire."

Because of his own Fire Dragon Bloodline, Ivita was more focused on this content. He furrowed his brow, "A part of the origin of the power of fire could be the Civilization of Fire, but the one who led to the corruption of fire magic into black magic was one of my ancestors, the Princess of Alsace."

"Speaking of which, the Princess was not wrong when she said that the Thousand-Year Fire was one of the most powerful fire magics. She must have seen this mural like me."

The scene depicted in the mural continued to change.

After the three witches from the East jumped into the fire basin, the witches standing behind them became agitated.

Some witches cried out in protest, believing the fire to be a scheme designed by the planetary civilization to kill the three eastern witches.

The two prophets silently gazed at the five tribal leaders.

Seeing the tense standoff between the witches and the ordinary humans, the tribal leaders knew a decision had to be made.

They could continue as they were, letting all the witches’ and their own efforts go to waste, or sacrifice themselves for the future of mankind.

The first elder tribal leader who spoke raised his hand, "Even the selfish witches have given everything for this fire."

"Why should we insist on protecting our own interests?"

"If things continue this way, all of us will be slaughtered like livestock by the Sons of Forest and that ancient clam."

He declared, "I do not wish to die such an ignoble death, killed by the Son of Forest who considers us primitive. One day, the Sons of Forest will realize that we humans are the ones on the right path. For the coming of that day, I am determined to protect our common flame. I hereby swear to defend the flame with my life."

"As long as I live, the flame will not be extinguished."

The female tribal leader beside him immediately rebutted, "That’s not enough."

"Unlike the individualistic witches, we have stronger protection for the flame. We must commit everything we have to protect the flame."

She suddenly chopped off her left pinky with a knife, tossed it into the fire, and shouted loudly, "I pledge here that me and my family will always protect the flame until our bloodline is extinguished. Anyone who shares my blood, or who is of related blood, must abide by this oath."

"My family and the slaves who belong to my family, must serve the mortal chosen by the Thousand-Year Fire, and serve him as king!"

"Whoever violates this oath shall be consumed by the fire and become the servant of the flame!"

She looked at the other four leaders and mockingly asked the ones still hesitating, "What, aren’t you going to take your pledges yet?"

The four leaders exchanged hesitant looks. Under the circumstances, it was hard for them to tell whether they were being forced or they truly intended to do it, but indeed, they all successively made pledges similar to the female leader’s.

Seeing the human leaders taking an oath to serve the Mortal King, the witches realized this was no scheme, and they calmed down.

Thus, the Thousand-Year Fire, originally a mere spark, suddenly rose high into the sky. Its firelight shot up, visible even beyond the forest.

Moreover, the flame was blood-red in color!

The domed mural displayed that for five hundred years after that day, not a single new sequoia sapling sprouted on the lands of Ambros.

Having lost the forest, the Sons of Forest fell before the unified human armies, led by the Mortal King chosen by the Thousand-Year Fire. They successively lost their territories, wealth, cultural ascendancy, and ended up losing Ambros.

The giant mystical ancient clam that had been cared for by the Sons of Forest, could no longer easily acquire blood food.

It gradually withered, looking skin and bones, and was pursued by the humans of Ambros.

In the beginning, it was able to evade the human army’s hunts using its own power, but its strength was slowly draining away.

It first lost one leg, then a second one.