Journey to the Wizarding World

Chapter 473 Blood God's Attention
"Drink!" Batur growled in front of him.

The power of qi and blood spread out from his body. After the blood warrior entered the fighting state, both eyes turned red. Batur stepped on the ground fiercely, and his burly body bumped towards him like a brown bear.

On the spot, Enzo shook his head slightly.

He was not interested in playing around with Batur. Facing the violent attack of the Blood Warrior, Enzo had a calm expression on his face. He casually grasped his hand into a fist, and then punched out with a slight force.

Immediately, the blood-red strength condensed in the fist.

Bang!
With a loud noise, Batur was hit by a punch, and there was a sound of bones breaking in his chest, and then he sank deeply. He let out a shrill scream, and then flew upside down.

Boom!

The burly blood warrior hit the ground, struggling to stand up, but failed. Batur kept gushing blood from his mouth and nose, his face was dying pale, and he remained motionless after a while.

There was silence in the square.

Around, almost all the Tatars were stunned, and Drogo gasped, looking at Enzo with surprise.

"This power. Scarlet-striped warrior!!"

Drogo's eyes sparkled brightly.

According to his knowledge, apart from those terrifying wild beasts on the plain, the only existence that can kill the blood warrior with one move seems to be the red-striped warrior, who is more powerful than the blood warrior.

"How is this possible?" Carew threw away his cane in surprise.

Although Batur has just been promoted, he is also a real blood warrior. The existence that can kill him with one punch is at least at the level of a red-striped warrior. However, Enzo, as an inferior, how could he have such strength.

"Not long ago, I was promoted to the red-striped warrior!"

Seemingly seeing the shock of the surrounding Tatars, Enzo said something indifferently, and then he lifted the animal fur coat on his body, revealing a stripe like a blood snake on his chest.

That is the symbol of the red-striped warrior!

Of course, Enzo is not a red-striped warrior. He just used the information on the god-given stone tablet to compare and analyze a new profession called blood warrior, which is very similar to blood warrior. After being promoted, he can become a red-striped warrior.

The stripes on the chest that resemble the red-striped warrior are the symbol of the red-striped warrior!

The nature of two identical first-order life body professions can be said to be exactly the same. The only difference is that the blood warrior's cultivation path will lose himself more and more in the later stages, and his mind will be controlled by the **** of blood.

But the Blood Warrior has no such worries.

"That's right! It's really a blood-striped warrior!" Drogo's eyes flickered, and a trace of ecstasy appeared on his face. Since the Tatar tribe was attacked by the Gaosuo tribe three years ago, there has been no new red-striped for a long time. warrior.

This is undoubtedly a very serious matter for the Tatar tribe. The lack of red-striped warrior-level combat power means that the tribe is not strong enough, which is one of the main reasons why a large tribe has become a small tribe.

If one day, Drogo unfortunately dies in battle, and whether the Tatar tribe has new red-striped warriors as support, then it will gradually become the weakest tribe on the plain like the Pulamo tribe.

"Enzo, how did you become a red-striped warrior?"

At this time, Kalu suddenly asked a question, frowned and said, "I remember, when you joined the Tatar tribe, you weren't even a blood warrior. You became a red-striped warrior in less than a year?"

Hearing Karoo's inquiry, Drogo was also a little puzzled.

Although in the history of the War Ghost Clan, there are many geniuses who can become red-striped warriors in a short period of time, such a thing almost never happens in a hundred years, not to mention that Enzo is still a bad breed.

As we all know, it is extremely difficult for inferiors to become blood warriors, let alone the red-striped warriors who are more than ten times stronger than blood warriors.

"The life-and-death training of harvest hunting has made me grow a lot."

Enzo's face was calm, but there was a strange luster in his eyes, and he said quietly, "The last time the hunting team was attacked by a pack of sharp-toothed wolves, I carried out the beheading operation alone and fought with the sharp-toothed wolf king before I successfully broke through the realm and became a One-blooded red-striped warrior!"

"That's right," Drogo said.

Using the ability of the mental interference rune, all the Tatars around believed in Enzo's words. When they learned that a new red-striped warrior had been born in the tribe, they burst into cheers.

"Thank you for the blessing of the God of Blood Slaughter!"

"Great, another red-striped warrior appeared in the tribe!"

"Long live the Tatar tribe!"

Around, the blood warriors of the tribe cheered happily, and Drogo had an unconcealable smile on his face. Before that, he was a little worried that the loss of this year's harvest hunting Tatar was too serious, and whether the tribe could survive the black mist season smoothly.

Now, however, some haze has been swept away!

With the birth of a new first-blood red-striped warrior, the Tatar tribe ushered in a powerful guardian, who was more trustworthy than twenty blood warriors, and directly improved the overall strength of the Tatar tribe.

hum!
Just as everyone in the Tatar tribe was cheering for the appearance of a new red-striped warrior in the tribe, a small buzz suddenly sounded, making the square suddenly quiet.

Everyone seemed to be frozen and looked forward.

In the center of the square, blood-red rays of light shone on the broken god-given stele. An unspeakable energy shot straight into the sky, then fell quickly, and poured into Enzo's body not far away like a spring.

"Alarm! Unknown energy has invaded, is the defense mechanism activated?"

In his mind, the voice of the chip sounded quickly, Enzo's face showed a dignified expression, and he decisively turned on the defense mechanism. Under the control of the chip, the magic power in his body was constructed into a sealing rune, sealing the energy bursting out of the god-given stone tablet into a A bloody imprint.

"Is this power the blood-killing god?" Enzo's eyes flashed.

He turned his head and glanced at the god-given stele not far away. The god-given stele had returned to its original appearance after the blood-red light shone. .

This seems to mean that the **** of blood has stopped paying attention to the Tatar tribe.

In the square, the brief silence ended.

"It's the God of Blood Slaughter!"

"The blood fight of the Tatar tribe has won the attention of the Blood Slaughter God!"

"Thank you for the gift from the God of Blood Slaughter!"

The surrounding Tatar people knelt down one after another, praying for the name of the blood-killing god, with extremely excited expressions on their faces. In everyone's eyes, the blood-red light just now was a gift from the blood-killing god to Enzo.

The Harvest Ceremony exists to worship the blood-slaying god.

Under certain special circumstances, the God of Blood Slaughter will naturally be watching, and according to the tribe's sacrificial behavior, certain rewards will be given immediately.

"Great, great blood-slaughter god, you really haven't forgotten the Tatar tribe!" Karu, who lost a leg, knelt on the ground and prayed devoutly for the name of the blood-slaughter god.

"Given by the God of Blood Slaughter? Hmph!"

Looking at the excited Tatar people around him, Enzo's face was calm, but a sneer appeared in his heart. The so-called gift from the blood-killing god may indeed be a reward for the war ghosts.

The blood warriors bestowed by the God of Blood Slaughter will gain more power.

Some blood warriors are directly promoted to red-striped warriors because of this, but they don't know that behind this gift, they will pay the price of losing themselves. The more rewards they get, the easier it is to become a **** of blood puppet.

Enzo was very aware of this, so he sealed the power bestowed by the Blood Slaughter God, not daring to absorb it lightly.

"It seems that no matter which world, the way the gods treat mortals is very different!" Enzo sighed again from the bottom of his heart.

The more powerful the god is, the more he wants to completely control everything.

Even though they already possess unrivaled power, they still fear that their rule will be subverted, so they strengthen their control ability all the time, and never allow existences with extraordinary power to have self-will.

After a burst of cheers and prayers, the harvest celebration continued.

In the corner, Batur, who was punched and killed by Enzo, seems to have been completely forgotten. After all, the value of a blood warrior cannot be compared with that of a red-striped warrior.

What's more, he is a red-striped warrior who has just received the gift of God!
"Congratulations, Enzo!"

Drogo strode over and said sincerely, "Your performance in the blood battle won the bestowal from the God of Blood Slaughter. This is a supreme honor for the entire Tatar tribe."

"With the gift of the God of Blood Slaughter, you will surely go forward in the future and lead the Tatar tribe to a more glorious era!"

After all, Drogo turned around and looked at the people in the square.

"Now, I declare!"

Drogo looked serious, and said loudly, "Enzo, the one-blooded red-striped warrior, will become the deputy leader of the Tatar tribe and enjoy the same treatment as me."

Scarlet-striped warriors can enjoy extremely high treatment in any tribe.

The Tatar tribe originally had three red-striped warriors, but after being attacked by the Gaosuo tribe, only Drogo was left. Therefore, the position of the deputy leader of the tribe was also vacant.

Now that Enzo has become a red-striped warrior, he is naturally qualified to be the deputy leader of the Tatar tribe!
"Follow the will of Chief Drogo!"

After Drogo announced the order, Kalu took the lead in half-kneeling, clenched his left fist and struck his chest, and the other blood warriors did the same. As for the women in the tribe, they knelt down and kissed the ground, showing more humble obedience.

Drogo nodded in satisfaction, looked at Enzo, and said, "I hope you will lead the Tatar tribe to glory!"

"Definitely." Enzo nodded slightly and said softly.

Enzo didn't feel anything about the position of the deputy leader of the Tatar tribe. After all, as a third-order wizard, his goal was the entire War Ghost world, not a small tribe in the Solu Plain.

At the same time, the central area of ​​the Solu Plain.

The city wall built of square white rocks was ten meters high, towers were scattered around, and the huge city gate made of black metal was closed. This was where the most powerful force in the Solu Plain, the Gaosuo tribe, was located.

Like the excitement of the Tatar tribe, the Gaosuo tribe is also carrying out this year's harvest hunting.

Inside the rock castle, in a spacious hall.

In a space 20 meters high, a huge stone tablet stands in the center, and the surrounding Gaosuo people are performing sacrifices. Two blood warriors are fighting fiercely. The fierce attack caused a large amount of blood to spill on the ground.

Blood fight sacrifice, the tradition of the Gaosuo tribe!

As the most powerful tribe on the Solu Plain, the Gaosuo tribe has thousands of blood warriors, because in order to express their respect for the god of killing blood, they will send several blood warriors to fight in blood fights every year at the harvest celebration.

Sacrificing the God of Blood Slaughter with battle and blood is the most sincere way for the War Ghost Clan and the Gaosuo Tribe to express their beliefs!
"Go! Harry, kill him!"

"Tear him apart, Bartley, or your twelve wives will all belong to Harry!"

Surrounded by the Blood Fighting Platform, a group of Caucasians shouted loudly.

The blood battle was soon decided. The blood warrior named Harry punched the opponent's head with a punch. The sound of bones exploding suddenly sounded, and white brains and blood splashed everywhere in an instant.

Boom!

Bartley's body fell to the ground, and the Caucasians around cheered. They didn't feel sorry for the death of their companions. On the contrary, not far away, twelve women locked in an iron cage trembled and let out a deep cry. Sobbing.

They were both Bartley's wives.

At the end of a bloody fight, Bartley lost his life, and at the same time his wives would all become Harry's spoils of war. This was the bet of a bloody fight, and the winner got everything from the loser.

The blood battle dedicated to the blood-slaying god was over, but the god-given stele did not respond.

The leader of the Gaussians, O'Karen, frowned and sighed slightly in his heart. The blood-fighting sacrifice is the best way to win the attention of the blood-slaughter god, but not every time he can be rewarded, which requires a lot of luck.

This year's harvest celebration, the Gaosuo tribe has held three rounds of blood fighting sacrifices, but they still haven't been rewarded by the blood god.

"It seems that this year's God of Blood Slaughter doesn't intend to pay attention to the Solu Plain." Next to him, a red-striped warrior with three blood lines on his chest and holding a giant ax in one hand said regretfully.

"Don't talk casually about the God of Blood Slaughter, Hatton!"

O'Kalun frowned slightly, and reprimanded in a low voice. As the subjects of the Blood Slaughter God, whether or not the Blood Fighting Priest was rewarded should be something they can discuss casually.

However, at this moment, O'Kalen suddenly felt something.

His face changed slightly, and he walked out of the hall quickly, came to the wall of the Gaosuo tribe, and looked into the distance. On the plain in the distance, a dazzling red light rose into the sky.

Beside, Hatton also came to the city wall.

"Where is the direction of the Tatar tribe?" Hatton asked cautiously.

O'Karen's face suddenly became gloomy.

As the leader of the Gaosuo tribe, he knew very well what that red light just now represented. In order to win the attention of the blood-slaying god, the Gaosuo tribe held three blood fight sacrifices in a row, but still did not get any response.

However, the Tatar tribe in the distance showed a blood-red light that symbolized the reward of the blood god, as if mocking O'Karen.

(End of this chapter)