Journey to the Wizarding World

"Mandi people, you deserve to die!"

Seeing that the blood warriors of the Tatar tribe were killed, Drogo's eyes were about to burst, he let out a roar, and swept forward with the bronze spear in his hand.

Stab!

Facing the explosion of Drogo's energy and blood, Orenze was not afraid at all. The power of energy and blood in his body also burst out in an instant, and the two daggers worked together to block the attack.

"Drogo! Keep an eye on me!"

Orenze smiled ferociously and said, "I want you to see with your own eyes that the people of the Tatar tribe were killed one by one! Just like what our Mandi tribe suffered twenty years ago!"

Drogo was furious in his heart, but he was helpless.

He and Orenze are both three-blooded red-striped warriors. They are equally powerful, so it is not easy to deal with each other. What's more, at this time, Orenze wants to delay time and does not give Drogo a chance at all.

Support other blood warriors of the Tartar tribe.

In a moment, more than ten blood warriors in the Tatar tribe were injured, and three blood warriors were beheaded by Beru with a machete and died.

"If this continues, all the blood warriors of the Tatar tribe will probably be killed, right?" Enzo casually fought with a Mandi man, but his thoughts kept changing.

"Forget it, let's take action."

"Otherwise, all the Tatar tribe will be killed, and I will have to find a place to stay again, but even if I take action, it won't cause much movement."

On the same spot, Enzo knocked back the enemy with one punch.

Then, the silver luster in his eyes flashed, and his mental power turned into a soul thorn, which pierced into the mind of Orenze in the distance like a sharp cone.

"Uh...ah!!"

Orenze, who was holding a pair of swords and wrestling with Drogo's bronze spear, suddenly showed a trace of pain on his face, then became ferocious, and finally let out an extremely shrill scream.

Drogo was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted. He seized this opportunity and pierced Oronze's chest with his bronze spear.

Phew!

The bronze spear pierced the flesh, but was clamped hard by Orenze. Then, his energy and blood burst out with all his strength, and a wild roar came out of his mouth.

"Get away!"

Orenze roared, his feet suddenly lifted up, and the bronze spear was forced to be pulled out of his chest. A large amount of blood suddenly spurted out, swaying on the ground.

On the other side, Drogo steadied himself.

Seeing that Orenze was seriously injured, of course he would not waste the opportunity. He held the bronze spear tightly with both hands and rushed towards the enemy again.

"The blood bursts out!"

Aulunze let out a suppressed roar, grabbed a dagger in each hand, and the blood from his chest spurted out more rapidly, turning into pure energy and blood, condensing on the two knives.

brush!

The violent energy and blood turned into a slash, driving back the attacking Drogo, preventing him from getting even half a step closer.

Blood skills, angry blood burst!

This is an ability that relies on the power of Qi and blood. It is somewhat similar to knight combat skills, but the flaw is also very obvious, that is, it overdraws vitality.

After Orenze released his angry blood again, his face suddenly became extremely pale. His originally tall and tall body became stooped, and the wound on his chest was bleeding.

"Uncle Orenze!"

On the side, Beru hurriedly shouted that he did not care about the massacre of the blood warriors of the Tatar tribe, and immediately rushed to Orenze's side, waving his machete to repel Drogo who was launching an attack.

"How could this happen?" Orenze's face turned pale.

Just now, he and Drogo were clearly evenly matched and were holding each other back, but for some unknown reason, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his mind, and even lost consciousness for a short time, so Drogo seized the opportunity.

Now, he is seriously injured and weak.

If he continues to fight alone, Orenze is obviously no match for Drogo, so he can only join forces with the second-blood red-striped warrior Belu. But in this case, the original plan will be disrupted.

Orenze's eyes flashed with unwillingness.

For the Mandi tribe, they have been planning for today for too long. As long as Orenze can hold off Drogo for a while, Beru can take advantage of the red-striped warriors and kill all the blood warriors of the Tatar tribe.

The two then teamed up to deal with Drogo.

In three hours at most, the Mandi tribe can kill all the Tatar tribe's hunting team, thereby completely wiping out such an enemy.

However, now the plan has come to nothing.

Orenze was injured, which forced him to join forces with Beru to deal with Drogo. The confrontation between the three red-striped warriors meant that the two tribes could only allow others to fight each other.

"Give up, Orenze!"

At this time, Drogo, who was originally preparing to attack, suddenly stopped where he was and said in a deep voice, "If we continue to fight, the Tatar tribe and the Mandi tribe will only end up hurting both sides and affecting the harvest and hunting of both sides!"

“Whatever grudges we have, how about we wait until next year’s recovery season to resolve them?”

Orenze's face was gloomy, and he was constantly struggling in his heart.

The Mandi tribe has been waiting for the best opportunity to destroy the Tatar tribe for too long, but due to their own negligence, they were injured. Do they want to give up?

"Stop dreaming, Drogo!"

Before Orenze could make up his mind, Beru suddenly spoke and roared: "From the moment the Tatar tribe stepped into the savage forest hunting ground, the outcome was doomed. Our number is twice that of yours, and victory is certain."

Belong to the Mandi tribe!”

"go to hell!"

With a low roar, Beru rushed towards Drogo. A layer of crimson blood appeared on the huge machete, tearing the air apart.

Sonorous!

Drogo raised his bronze spear to block, and the two weapons collided with a metallic sound. When Orenze saw that Beru had launched an attack, he could only grit his teeth and growl.

Obviously, he also made a decision.

Although the original plan was disrupted, the Mandi tribe still had a numerical advantage. As long as Orenze and Beru joined forces and paid a certain price, they could still take down the Tatar tribe.

In an instant, the battle broke out again.

Beru, Orenze and Drogo, the three red-striped warriors, were fighting in an open space. The surrounding blood warriors did not dare to approach. The powerful energy of blood vibrated, making the air tremble.

In the surrounding area, the blood warriors of the Mandi tribe and the Tatar tribe also began to fight more fiercely.

"Aren't you going to give up yet?"

On the spot, Enzo's eyes turned cold. Orenze's injury did not break the determination of the Mandi tribe. They seemed to have decided to lose both sides and keep the Tatar tribe's hunting team behind.

Thinking of this, Enzo snorted in his heart.

"Go to hell, you bastard of the Tatar tribe!" At this moment, not far away, a scar-faced bloody warrior from the Mandi tribe rushed over like a bad wolf, waving the bronze scimitar in his hand.

"Enzo, be careful!"

"Get out of the way!"

The exclamations of the blood warriors of the Tatar tribe came from the side, but Enzo's feet did not move. To outsiders, it looked like he was frightened.

"How pitiful."

The scar-faced man grinned and said, "Since being attacked by the Gaussians three years ago, the Tatar tribe has really gone into decline. Even the bad ones have been sent out for the harvest hunting!"

Looking at the motionless Enzo, Scarface seemed to be able to imagine the scene when he chopped off his head with two swords.

However, the next moment, Enzo moved.

Blood-red energy spread out of the body like mist. Enzo's aura changed in vain, and the muscles in his arms tensed in an instant.

boom!

Immediately afterwards, Enzo punched out, and the power of qi and blood attached to the fist, hitting Scarface's chest hard, causing a cracking sound to be heard from the bones.

Click!

With a crisp sound, Scarface's chest collapsed deeply, and the ferocious smile on his face froze, and then turned into an expression of pain.

puff!

A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and Scarface flew backwards, hitting a place ten meters away, and became motionless.

"Blood Warrior?"

"Enzo, have you made a breakthrough?"

Surrounded by the people of the Tatar tribe, there were screams of surprise. Several blood warriors looked at Enzo with surprised expressions on their faces.

A deformed inferior breed actually became a blood warrior?

In fact, this kind of situation has not happened before in the Solu Plain, but the possibility is extremely slim, almost reaching the level of less than one in a thousand.

"We were fighting to the death in the battle, and then we got a lucky break!" Facing the inquiries from the Tatar tribe members around him, Enzo had a simple and honest expression on his face, and he scratched his head thankfully.

Then, before anyone else could continue to ask questions, the blood warriors from the surrounding Mandi tribe rushed up again, and the Tatar tribe could only fight.

"Soul power!"

The silver luster in Enzo's eyes flashed again, and his spiritual power spread like water waves. The blood warriors of the Mandy tribe around him screamed and covered their heads in pain.

Soul power is a ranged attack of the spiritual system. When used under normal circumstances, it is impossible to distinguish between friend and foe. However, Enzo has been promoted to a third-level wizard and has already mastered the control of spiritual power.

Therefore, what was originally a ranged mental attack became an attack targeting only the Mandy people, and the surrounding Tatar tribe blood warriors were not affected at all.

"what happened?"

Seeing the painful expressions on the Mandi people's faces, the blood warriors of the Tatar tribe were very confused, but they quickly reacted and seized this opportunity.

"Damn!!"

Orenze, who was fighting fiercely with Drogo, was suddenly stunned. The mental attack that could not be detected by the naked eye affected the Mandi people, so they were massacred by the Tatar tribe.

In a matter of moments, more than ten Mandi people had been killed.

And this is just the beginning!

The Tatar tribe had Enzo in charge, so even though they were at a numerical disadvantage, they still had the upper hand and completely suppressed the Mandi tribe.

"Kill all the Mandi people within ten minutes."

On the same spot, Enzo was casually entangled with a Mandy Blood Warrior, but he secretly decided in his heart that by using the attack of soul power, this battle would be over soon, and the victory would naturally belong to the Tatar tribe.

"Sacrifice! It's a sacrifice!"

Seeing the Mandi people being easily slaughtered, and remembering his previous experiences, Orenze suddenly shouted and roared, "Everyone, retreat! There is an evil being in the Tatar tribe!"

After saying that, Orenze's energy and blood exploded, and his two swords repeled Drogo's bronze spear.

Beside him, Belu's expression also changed.

Xie Yi is a very rare profession.

The world of war ghosts advocates force, but it is not without spellcasters. It is said that some war ghosts are born with many strange powers, so they are called evil beings.

"Evil?"

Hearing Orenze's cry, not only the Mandi tribesmen, but also Drogo were shocked and couldn't help but look at Enzo.

In the world of war ghosts, the number of evil beings is rare.

They have strange abilities and are only born among inferior species.

Maybe it’s the rules of the world?

The deformed children, who are called inferior species, have an extremely difficult time cultivating Qi and blood. Few people can become blood warriors, but they may awaken supernatural powers and become despicable evil beings.

It stands to reason that evil aliens may be born among inferior species, and all evil aliens possess special abilities. The attitude of tribes towards inferior species should be friendly, but in fact this is not the case.

Although inferior species may become evil aliens, evil aliens with special abilities will not become the tribe's support. Instead, they will only bring disaster, because evil aliens are the group most susceptible to corruption.

In the war ghost world, falling means falling into the arms of the God of Disaster. This is something that any war ghost despises. It is precisely for this reason that the war ghost tribe's attitude towards inferior species is very cruel.

Even like the Gaussian tribe, once an inferior species is discovered, they will be thrown to death immediately, because every tribe is afraid of the emergence of evil spirits and becoming the minions of the God of Disaster, bringing terrible disasters to the tribe.

"Evil?"

Feeling Drogo's gaze, Enzo frowned slightly and said, "Is it the name of the spell caster in this world?"

After traveling through the world of war ghosts for three months, Enzo heard about evil for the first time, and when he talked to Wendy, the other party never mentioned it.

This is mainly because evil aliens are taboo in any tribe. Every evil alien born will eventually become a minion of the God of Disaster, bringing disaster to the tribe.

With Orenze's exclamation, the originally chaotic situation came to a standstill, and the Mandi people began to retreat one after another as if they were facing a powerful enemy.

At this moment, the earth suddenly trembled.

The Tatar tribe and the Mandi tribe all looked in the same direction, and suddenly they saw dust flying on the ground, and huge monsters appeared on the plains.

"That's... a herd of Firetusk Mammoths!?"

Orenze's eyes widened and he shouted loudly, "Everyone, get out of here!"

Having said that, he led the people of the Mandi tribe and quickly retreated towards the rear. Under the current situation, the Mandi tribe's plan had obviously failed. With the appearance of evil beings in the Tatar tribe, the Mandi tribe had no idea at all.

Opportunity to take them down.

Just as it happened, a herd of fire-tusked mammoths suddenly appeared. In order to avoid more serious losses, Orenze, as the leader, decisively led the tribe to retreat.

"Let's go too!"

Seeing the Mandi tribe disappear in the distance, Drogo breathed a sigh of relief, and then waved his hand to signal everyone to stay away from the area to avoid being affected by the fire-tusked mammoths migrating on the plains.

In a moment, on the broad plain, the Tatar tribe and the Mandi tribe were fighting in a melee, each retreating in different directions.