#192 - Older magic
After the bonfire party started, Muen hadn't had time to admire the dancing men and women below.
The Great Shamans had already pulled him aside to tell him about their respective situations.
Faced with the sincere attitude of the tribal shamans, Muen was very surprised.
He had only arrived on the first day, but these Great Shamans clearly didn't treat him as an outsider.
They not only introduced their own specialized magic in detail, but also told him all about the situations of the various tribes.
The Great Shaman of the Starburst Tribe was named Hui.
He specialized in divination, runes, and the creation of shamanic artifacts.
He was responsible for all the sacrifices on Starfall Island.
Including divining the movements of Muen, this Great Priest's heir, and he was the first to receive the revelation.
His age was eighty-one years old.
Shamanic power bar length: four segments.
The last item was naturally something Muen saw for himself.
The Great Shaman of the Spirit Tree Tribe was named Yun.
She managed all the herbs on Starfall Island, and this Great Shaman grandmother was also skilled in concocting magic potions.
Her age was ninety-three years old.
Shamanic power bar length: four segments.
The Great Shaman of the Seafoam Tribe was named Gui.
He had a very fiery personality. According to his own account, the defense of the entire Starfall Island was the responsibility of the Seafoam Tribe's shamans, and he was also skilled in hunting and various magical battles.
His age was seventy-two years old.
Shamanic power bar length: four and a half segments.
In addition to the three Great Shamans, the other young shamans, although not understanding, also introduced themselves one after another.
Three from the Starburst Tribe, four from the Spirit Tree Tribe, and four from the Seafoam Tribe.
When it was the last shaman from the Seafoam Tribe's turn to introduce himself, a small accident occurred.
"Great Shaman, he doesn't even admit that he is the Great Priest's heir, so why should we reveal our shamanic skills? What if he is a spy sent by the enemy!"
The speaking shaman was the most powerful one in the Seafoam Tribe after the Great Shaman.
The length of his shamanic power bar was three segments.
And looking at his appearance, Muen noticed that this shaman and the Seafoam Great Shaman looked very similar, and their personalities were also the same.
"Lang, do you know what you're saying? Quickly step back!"
The Seafoam Great Shaman, realizing that his son was so rash, quickly stepped forward to stop him.
"Why should I? He himself just said that he only has the strength of a shamanic healer and can never be the Great Priest's heir!"
Muen didn't know if the three Great Shamans had deliberately arranged this scene to test his strength.
However, he could clearly feel at this moment that the gazes of the young shamans behind him were not very friendly.
In fact, Muen could understand. After all, these shamans were not very old, and their magical strength was not bad.
Having such strength, who would be willing to let an 11-year-old shaman become their leader?
Even if it was only in name, they didn't quite agree.
Just like at Hogwarts, when everyone is the same age, they sometimes argue until their faces are red.
What's more, Muen's age was too different compared to them.
Muen originally didn't want to provoke conflict, but he understood that the best way to convince others was to show his strength.
Especially strength far beyond theirs.
Only in this way could he completely suppress these young and vigorous shamans, and also make Muen's life easier in the future.
"Although I'm not sure if I'm the heir, I can indeed prove my strength."
Lang, who had been glaring at him from the stage, had a hint of triumph in his eyes after hearing Muen's words.
"Okay, I won't bully you. Considering that you are younger than me, I can let you cast a spell first."
Muen's age was indeed very young compared to all the shamans present.
Only a little girl from the Spirit Tree Tribe, Ye, was younger than him.
She had just turned 10 this year and had only been found to have magical talent last month.
However, young age did not mean that Muen lacked combat experience.
"Lang... Uncle Lang, you don't have to let me, just attack directly."
After Muen finished speaking, he directly took out his magic wand and came to the middle of the field.
The three Great Shamans, after seeing Muen take out his magic wand from his shaman's robe, couldn't help but reveal a gleam in their eyes.
"The second prophetic stone carving has come true."
While the Great Shamans were talking to each other, more people around noticed the changes taking place in the field.
Shamanic duels.
Such scenes were very rare on Starfall Island.
Because everyone was very familiar with each other, and the Great Shamans did not allow private duels, the tribe rarely saw such scenes.
Especially since the Great Priest's heir, whom they had only welcomed back to the island today, had already entered the arena, which made everyone look forward to it.
The men and women dancing in front of the bonfire consciously stopped dancing.
The tribal leaders and veterans sitting next to them also looked over.
"Brother Muen, go!"
Sophia also shouted excitedly after seeing Muen take out his magic wand.
During the time on the ship, Mimir had already compiled Muen's story into a new poem and given it to the children.
This made the children of Veteran's Lane believe that Muen was a powerful shaman with no defeats.
After discovering that the people of Veteran's Lane had begun cheering for Muen, the people of the Seafoam Tribe also began to jeer.
"Lang, you can't lose."
"That's right, you are the second warrior of the Seafoam Tribe."
Hearing that many people around were secretly mocking him, Lang's cheeks immediately turned red.
"You yourself agreed that you didn't need me to let you, so don't say that I'm bullying you."
Hearing more and more people around him starting to clamor, Lang knew that this battle had to be resolved quickly.
Otherwise, even if he could win, he would be ridiculed by everyone.
"That's right, come on."
After Muen finished speaking, Lang directly put his hands together and quickly formed hand seals, and began to chant spells.
"Howling winds, hidden in heaven and earth, shuttling through time and space.
I, in the name of the tribe's ancestors, open the gate of mystery.
Descend, powerful wind, answer my call..."
Lang's spellcasting gestures were full of ancient charm, and his incantations were more like a prayer.
When Lang had just begun to chant the spell, Muen could feel subtle breezes appearing around him.
As Lang's spellcasting gestures sped up, the sound of chanting the spell gradually increased.
The wind around Muen became more and more violent, and even the bonfire next to him shot up high.
"This is Lang's signature shamanic art, Wind Invocation, right?"
"That's right, apart from the Seafoam Great Shaman, Lang is most familiar with this shamanic art."
The young shamans on the stage couldn't help but feel curious after seeing the shamanic art that Lang was using.
As shamans living on the same island, they were very clear that the later the Wind Invocation was used, the greater its power.
Even to the point where it could easily stir up huge waves, destroy trees, and blow over houses...
They were now very eager to know how Muen would deal with such a powerful shamanic art.
The three Great Shamans were also staring unblinkingly at the changes in the field at this time.
Because they understood their own shamanic arts better, they were not worried about casualties in this competition.
However, Muen had been standing there motionless from the beginning, which made them curious and a little worried.
Muen had actually been observing the other party's spellcasting process.
When he had just communicated with the Seafoam Tribe Great Shaman, Muen had already learned that this branch of shamans was good at wind and water magic.
Although Muen had not learned similar magical classifications at Hogwarts, he was also very eager to see it.
After Muen had just felt the wind brought by the magic, he made an accurate judgment.
"The magical effect is faster than that of the faithless, but the early power is obviously insufficient."
Looking at Lang, who was standing in a horse stance and still bowing to perform various ancient gestures.
Muen didn't want to discourage the other party. With a gentle point of his wand, a spell came out in response.
