Journey to the Wizarding World

Time flies by, and in the blink of an eye, another month has passed.

It has been nearly three months since he traveled through the world of war ghosts. Enzo's condition continues to recover, and he is increasingly adapting to the life of the Tatar tribe.

On this day, the Tatar tribe.

"After the last Brar Gray Wolf incident, Batur should be considered completely useless." In the wooden house, Enzo had just finished his meditation, and the luster in his eyes flickered slightly.

It has been a month since the last time the wolves attacked the tribe.

The War Ghost Tribe advocates force and bravery. Batur's behavior of "pretending to sleep" during the battle to escape the battle was spurned by everyone in the tribe. In addition to being punished with a hundred whips, he was also hung on a stake and exposed to the sun for a whole day.

Five days.

When he was put down, Batur was already dying. He had already been punished by whipping, and coupled with the curse of the nightmare mark, he was completely in a trance, and his originally burly body became smaller.

Enzo shook his head.

A small character like Batur, who is not even a blood warrior, does not need to spend much energy at all. A nightmare mark is enough to completely make him lose the threat.

During this month, in addition to continuously regaining his strength, what really caught Enzo's attention was another thing.

Mandy Tribe!

The manipulator behind the last wolf pack incident is like a poisonous snake, always watching the Tatar tribe, and may attack at any time.

The shadow crow released by Enzo had already found the location of the Mandy tribe after the wolf incident that day, and squatted on a tree day and night, watching the movements of the Mandy tribe.

"Harvest Hunting..."

Enzo murmured to himself, the luster in his eyes flashing slightly. This was not the first time he heard this word. In recent times, whether it is the Tatar tribe or the Mandi tribe, the harvest hunt has been discussed and paid the most attention to.

The world of war ghosts is divided into three seasons a year.

The first season is called the Season of Resurrection, which symbolizes the resurrection of all things from the darkness, and the power of the blood-killing god to regain control of the world.

At the end of the recovery season, it is the harvest season.

In this season, everything on the earth will thrive, whether it is insect trees or prey, there will be a bumper harvest. It is the season with the most abundant resources in the world. Any War Ghost tribe on the Solu Plain will have their best harvest in this season.

Possible hunting, and harvesting of food and resources.

Because when the harvest season ends, it is the most terrifying black fog season of the year!

The black fog season is also called the dark season!

During this season, the power of the blood-killing god will weaken, the god of disaster and mist will sweep across the earth again, and everything in the world will be shrouded in black mist.

The Black Mist Season lasts for three months. During this period, any tribe must rely on the god-given stone tablet to resist the erosion of the God of Disaster. No one can leave the tribe.

Without being able to go out to hunt, food became a problem.

Any War Ghost tribe must harvest enough food and resources before the end of the harvest season in order to successfully survive the following Black Mist Season.

Therefore, harvest hunting has become the tradition of every Zhangui tribe!

"Using wolves to attack the Tatar tribe is only the first step for the Mandi tribe. Their real conspiracy should start during the harvest hunt." A trace of thought appeared on Enzo's face.

Using the vision of the Shadow Crow, Enzo kept an eye on the Mandi tribe and thus obtained a lot of information, including the Mandi people's conspiracy.

The hatred between the Tatar tribe and the Mandi tribe can be traced back almost a hundred years ago. They are also small tribes exploited by the Gauso tribe on the Solu plain, but there are constant frictions between the two.

For a hundred years, the Tatar tribe and the Mandi tribe have often fought wars. Both sides have won and lost, but neither side has distinguished themselves. Until twenty years ago, the Tatar tribe in its heyday completely defeated the Mandi tribe in a war.

In the following more than ten years, the Mandi tribe, suppressed by the Tatar tribe, ushered in a miserable life, and was even almost exterminated.

Until three years ago, the Tatar tribe was severely weakened by the Gaussian tribe's attack because they failed to pay enough tribute to the Gaussian tribe.

The Mandi tribe finally has hope. In the three years since it was no longer oppressed by the Tatar tribe, the Mandi tribe gave birth to its second red-striped warrior, so it has the capital for revenge!

"If nothing else goes wrong, the Mandi tribe should ambush the Tatar tribe head-on during the harvest hunt, and the two red-striped warriors will work together to deal with Drogo."

In place, Enzo stroked his chin.

"According to the tradition of the War Ghost tribe, during the harvest hunting period, all male War Ghosts from each tribe will be dispatched, leaving only one-tenth of the tribe's guardians."

"During the harvest hunting period, no matter what kind of hatred there is between the two tribes, you cannot take the opportunity to sneak attack on the other side's base camp, otherwise you will be regarded as a despicable person and be punished by the Gaussian tribe!"

"Therefore, the battlefield between the Mandi tribe and the Tatar tribe will only be on the Solu Plain!"

"but……"

Enzo's eyes flickered slightly and he murmured, "Drogo's arm was injured in order to deal with the Gray Wolf King when the wolves attacked the tribe last time. He has not recovered yet. If he deals with two red-striped warriors at the same time, he may not be his opponent."

."

Then, Enzo shook his head.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter. I am still there anyway. Although the Red-striped Warrior is a first-level life form, his mental attributes are too obvious. Even if I don't fully recover my strength, it won't be a problem to deal with the Mandy tribe."

"The only thing worth noting is that you can't reveal too much strength to avoid attracting attention..."

After traveling through the world of war ghosts for three months, Enzo's injuries continued to recover, and the magic power in his body gradually became abundant. He now has the strength of a second-level wizard, and because he is a conqueror wizard, he is not suppressed by too many plane rules.

The combat power of a second-level wizard is enough to control a kingdom and establish a wizard family of his own even in the wizarding world.

In an indigenous plane like the War Ghost World, the Furious Warriors at the second-level life form level are already the rulers of the entire Solu Plain, but they are vulnerable in the eyes of second-level wizards.

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At the same time, to the west of Solu Plain.

The Mandi tribe is located in a deserted land, on the border of the Solu Plain, backed by a savage forest, and must always be on guard against the invasion of wild beasts inside.

Twenty years ago, the original Mandi tribe did not exist here. Like the Tatar tribe, they were active in the central area of ​​the Solu Plain. However, because they were defeated by the Tatar tribe in the war, they could only be expelled here.

Savage forest, a terrifying place full of wild beasts.

Whenever the black fog season comes and the mist covers the land, the wild beasts polluted by the God of Disaster will mutate and attack everything aggressively.

Twenty years ago, the Mandi tribe was defeated in the war with the Tatar tribe. The reason why they were not completely exterminated was because the Gaussian tribe intervened and drove the weak Mandi tribe to the side of the savage forest as a defense against wild beasts.

barrier.

As for the original territory of the Mandi tribe, it was naturally occupied by the victorious Tatar tribe and ruled for more than ten years until it was conquered by the Gaussian tribe and handed over as tribute.

"Wait, Drogo!"

In the Mandi tribe, the one-eyed leader Orunze stood on the top of a stone building, looking in the direction of the Tatar tribe, and said in a low voice: "After this year's harvest hunting is over, the Tatar tribe will cease to exist!"

Thumb thump thump!

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps behind him, and a man with a body like a bull and arms as thick as tree trunks came over.

"Uncle Orenze!"

The burly man said hello to Orenze with a dull voice.

"There you are, Bart."

A smile appeared on Orenze's face, he looked at the burly Bart and said, "The harvest hunting is about to begin. How are you preparing?"

"Everything has been arranged."

Barton nodded and said solemnly, "The warriors of the tribe can't wait to wash away their shame with the blood of the Tatars. As long as the harvest hunting begins, we can launch a war!"

Barton, the red-striped warrior of the Mandi tribe!

Even in the entire Solu Plain, those who can become red-striped warriors at the age of sixteen are extremely rare and have not appeared for at least a hundred years.

It was precisely because of Barton's appearance that the Mandy tribe saw hope. Being able to become a Red-striped Warrior at the age of sixteen was enough to prove his potential and have the hope of becoming a Furious Warrior in the future.

"very good!"

Orenze nodded with satisfaction and said, "You have to remember, Barton! You are the hope for the rise of the Mandi tribe. In this harvest hunting, we will not only destroy the Tatar tribe, but also attack the entire Solu Plain.

Show our strength!"

"Don't worry, Uncle Olenze!"

A sinister smile appeared on Barton's face, and he said, "I can't wait to wash away the shame of the Mandi tribe with blood!"

"Twenty years ago, Drogo killed my father in the war. Today's harvest hunt is when he paid the price."

As he spoke, Barton's eyes seemed to have flames burning.

…

Soon, another three days passed.

Tatar tribe.

The harvest season has come to an end. According to the tradition of the Zhangui Tribe, each tribe will hold a harvest hunt to accumulate enough resources to survive the Black Mist Season, and the Tatar Tribe is no exception.

"Uncle Drogo, please let me participate in this year's harvest hunting!" Batur begged at the gate of the tribe.

It has been a month since the wolf pack attacked. Due to Batur's performance in the battle, he was punished by whipping and was spurned by others in the tribe. He spent almost every day in humiliation.

Therefore, Batur was miserable and eager to change the status quo. However, due to the curse of the nightmare mark, he was never able to be promoted to a blood warrior, so he could only place his hope on harvest hunting.

As long as he captures a wasteland beast during the harvest hunt, Batur can change the way other people in the tribe view him.

However, just now.

Batur, who was getting ready to go, suddenly received an order from Drogo, asking him to stay in the tribe to guard, and was not included in the harvest hunting personnel.

"Execute the order, Batur!"

Drogo looked serious and said, "For this year's harvest hunt, the tribe plans to go to dangerous areas deep in the plains, so every participant must reach the level of a blood warrior!"

"Just stay and protect the tribe."

"No! I feel unwilling to do so!"

Batur's expression was distorted and he growled, "The Harvest Hunt is my only chance to wash away my shame. I must participate."

Drogo frowned slightly.

"Besides, Uncle Drogo, you said that only the blood warriors can participate in today's harvest hunt, so why is that bad guy in the team?" Batur suppressed the anger in his heart and raised his hand to point to Enzo in front of him.

"Hmph! You mean Enzo?"

Before Drogo could speak, a voice suddenly sounded. The sentry Karu, who was lame on one leg, said with a sneer: "The last time a pack of wolves attacked the tribe, Enzo had the courage to fight and killed two Brar gray wolves alone. Such

Even if you are not a Blood Warrior, you are still qualified to participate in the Harvest Hunt!"

"As for you...do you need me to say anything else?"

Batur's face turned red instantly, and he looked at Karu with malicious eyes, but he could not refute him. After all, during the wolf-killing battle a month ago, he did fall asleep from beginning to end.

This kind of behavior is regarded as a shame by every male warrior ghost in the tribe. Even if the most potential male in the tribe fights cowardly, it will make no sense.

"Okay, it's decided."

Drogo spoke in a deep voice, put an end to Batur's thoughts, and kept one-tenth of the males in the tribe.

Later, everyone in the Tatar tribe, both men and women, gathered together and came to the god-given stone tablet in the center of the tribe. Drogo personally cut the throat of a lamb as a sacrifice to the blood-killing god.

"Your Majesty, the great blood-killing god, please accept the humble offering from the Tatar tribe, bless the tribe with a good harvest this year and capture enough prey!"

With a serious look on his face, Drogo cut his palm with a dagger, drew a pattern with blood on the open space in front of the god-given stone monument, and threw the struggling lamb into it.

In front of the god-given stone monument, everyone in the Tatar tribe lowered their heads. The male made a fist with his right hand and hammered his chest, while the female knelt on the ground humbly.

"Sacrificial ceremony?" Enzo's eyes flashed.

According to the tradition of the Zhangui tribe, sacrifices need to be made to the blood-killing god before and after every harvest hunt. Tatar is only a small tribe, so the sacrifice before the harvest hunt is relatively simple, just killing a lamb as a sacrifice.

If it was a Caucasian tribe, the sacrifice before the harvest hunt would not only be a lamb, but at least a few women from the tribe would be selected as tribute to the blood-killing god.

When the harvest hunting is over, the Tatar tribe will conduct more grand sacrifices to pray for the protection of the blood-killing god so that the tribe can successfully survive the black mist season.

"Huh?" Suddenly, Enzo's eyes flashed.

As the sacrifice began, the lamb with its throat cut stopped struggling in the altar. A special energy suddenly spread from the god-given stone tablet and poured into the body of every male war ghost like a thread.

Suddenly, all the male war ghosts in the Tatar tribe had expressions of excitement on their faces, as if their whole bodies felt extremely comfortable.