#196 - A thousand-year curse

Munn had never imagined that he would shoulder such a heavy responsibility.

When he first arrived on Xingdao Island, even though all the prophetic stone carvings pointed to him, Munn didn't feel anything.

But now, as the three Great Shamans stared intently at him, Munn felt as if he had been drawn into something extraordinary.

A curse that had lasted for 3000 years.

And it was also an evil magic set by the first Pope of the Holy Church.

How could it be something that he, an eleven-year-old wizard, could solve?

Even though Munn was already studying at Hogwarts, and his academic performance far exceeded his peers.

But Munn really didn't know much about curses.

He only knew now that curses were a type of dark magic.

Just like the position of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, it was also under a severe curse.

However, in comparison, the curse suffered by the tribe seemed to be even more powerful.

After all, it affected the entire tribal group and the continuation of their wizarding heritage.

"What is the specific content of this curse?"

Munn asked curiously.

The three Great Shamans looked at each other, and finally, Great Shaman Xingmang stepped forward.

"The tribal wizarding heritage is severed, and the tribal people completely perish."

Hearing that this curse was so powerful, Munn could only say that it was worthy of being the Pope, worthy of being Erebus.

Noticing Munn's silence, Great Shaman Xingmang sighed helplessly.

"It is also because of the existence of this curse that we were forced to migrate to this small island, becoming the last branch of the original tribal people. The name Xingjin Island also comes from this."

"I don't really like this name! Xing, Xing, the ashes after the burning of the stars, the name is not good at all."

Great Shaman Hailan complained from the side, but her tone was full of resentment towards fate.

Munn naturally heard the loneliness in the Great Shaman's words.

But now, even if he vaguely believed that he was the heir, he had no way to solve this curse.

According to the three Great Shamans, as the first Pope of the Holy Church, Erebus's strength clearly belonged to the top tier in the magical world.

Similar to Dumbledore in another world, and perhaps even stronger in some respects.

This was completely beyond Munn's ability.

Thinking of this, Munn could only helplessly say.

"But if even the High Priest you mentioned couldn't solve this curse, how can I do it?"

Munn was very clear about his own strength. The weakest subject he studied at Hogwarts was Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Of course, this was not because he didn't work hard.

But because the professor in charge of this course didn't seem to have any real talent or learning.

"We don't really know either, but if the High Priest's heir can't do it either, then I think it won't be long before there are no more wizards on Xingjin Island, and the tribal people will also perish because of it."

When Great Shaman Ling Shu said this, her tone was full of sadness.

When Munn was on the Crimson Moon, he heard Ben say that the priests of the Ling Shu tribe disappeared three hundred years ago.

Since then, the highest level in the wizarding heritage sequence on the entire Xingdao Island has only been Great Shamans.

In the past, Munn didn't understand why this happened.

In his opinion, since there had been priests and high priests in the tribe, as long as the wizarding heritage was still there, a priest should have appeared within three hundred years.

Now Munn finally knew that it should be because of the existence of this curse that the improvement of the strength of the Xingdao Island wizards was restricted.

"That's right, when I was the same age as Lang, I was already a Great Shaman. However, my talent is indeed not as good as Lang's. I think that in Lang's generation, he will only be able to reach the level of Shaman."

Perhaps sensing the doubts in Munn's heart, Great Shaman Hailan explained helplessly.

This tone of voice was very different from his original fiery personality.

It also made Munn clearly realize the power of this curse.

"Alright, don't say any more about this. Now that Munn has come to Xingjin Island, I think the High Priest will definitely guide us for the rest of the matter."

Great Shaman Ling Shu keenly noticed that Munn's expression was a little off.

She immediately stopped the other two Great Shamans from continuing to speak.

"That's right, that's right, we are only welcoming the heir's return today. As for the curse, let it be!"

Great Shaman Hailan said, and then walked out of the tent with Munn in his arms.

"Let's go, we haven't finished the wine just now!"

The young wizards in the tribe had been waiting outside the tent.

They all knew that the Great Shamans guarded the oldest secret in the tribe, but they still didn't know anything about the content of this secret.

And Munn had only just arrived on Xingdao Island today, and the three Great Shamans treated him so kindly, and he was very likely to know the most important secret of the tribe.

This made the young wizards feel very uncomfortable.

"Lang, do you think that kid is really the heir of the High Priest?"

A young wizard from the Hailan tribe who was guarding outside asked.

"I don't know, anyway, regardless of whether he is the heir or not, I admire his combat strength."

Lang originally had a lot of resentment towards Munn, especially after he ate a mouthful of mud under Munn's spell attack.

However, after seeing his father, Great Shaman Hailan, easily interrupted Munn's [Wind Prayer], he knew that he could never be Munn's opponent.

The tradition of the Hailan tribe: Failure is not terrible, what is terrible is not admitting failure and not being progressive.

Seeing Lang's expression of being very proud even after failing, the young wizard's face showed a mocking expression.

"It's so embarrassing to lose so badly in front of the clansmen, what's there to be proud of?"

"Hmph, I failed, but I still dare to challenge. You guys don't even dare to challenge the heir, what qualifications do you have to talk about me?"

Hearing Lang say this, the surrounding young wizards all turned their heads to the side.

When they saw the Great Shamans being so respectful to Munn on the stage just now, they were actually unconvinced in their hearts.

But none of them dared to take the initiative to challenge in front of the Great Shamans.

And now, Munn was able to easily subdue the Great Shaman with just a wave of the small wooden stick in his hand.

This made them even more aware that they could never be Munn's opponent.

"Hmph, a bunch of cowards, you don't even dare to challenge the heir, how could you possibly become a priest."

"Still a priest, don't you know that no Great Shaman has appeared on the island for more than thirty years!"

"Just because one hasn't appeared, doesn't mean one won't appear. You guys wait, I will definitely be the next Great Shaman!"

As the son of a Great Shaman, Lang knew more than the average young wizard.

It was precisely because of this that he questioned Munn when he saw that Munn was very young.

After all, he didn't believe that a child-like little wizard could solve the curse that even the High Priest couldn't solve.

And now, after Munn revealed his true strength, Lang knew that Munn's age was no longer an issue.

On the contrary, it could better illustrate Munn's potential and future.

Thinking of this, Lang respectfully followed Munn and the Great Shaman back to the stage.

By the bonfire, the revelry continued.

After discovering that Munn had returned, the Old Soldier Lane group felt relieved.

Watching the tribal people once again bring up fine wine and delicacies, they completely let go.

But Munn didn't have any intention of reveling now.

"Although I don't know you, the problem you gave me is too big."

Munn picked up the fine wine and silently complained about the mysterious tribal High Priest who had disappeared for three thousand years.