Journey to the Wizarding World

"bring it on!"

In the state of a three-blooded red-striped warrior, Green felt as if he had endless energy and blood, roared, and then jumped up.

Bang!

In mid-air, Green punched out, and powerful energy and blood spurted out, rushing towards the evil alien like a cannonball.

Black mist exploded around Savi.

The long blood-colored tongues danced like tentacles, but when they touched the Qi-blood fist, they made a sonic boom and turned into a blood mist.

"How can this be!"

Savi screamed, and panic finally appeared in his eyes that were originally full of control over everything. The long tongues dancing around him quickly gathered together, forming a protective wall like a flesh wall.

"Death!" Grain descended the mountain like a tiger.

A straight punch hit the wall of flesh, exploding into a deep pit. Rotten flesh and blood spread to all sides, and Savvy was also knocked away.

Bang!

The evil alien Savi hit the ground hard, and the tentacles and long tongues dancing around him hung down weakly, as if he had been seriously injured.

"There should be no suspense..." Enzo murmured.

Through the vision of the shadow crow, he stared at the scene of the Pramo tribe. The originally arrogant evil alien Savi was finally killed by a fierce blow after Grain absorbed the gift of the blood-killing god and became a three-blood red-striped warrior.

The punch was seriously injured.

The situation has turned around!

Since being expelled from the Pramo tribe, Savi has been wandering on the plains for a long time, and his legs have been eaten by several Brar gray wolves. Therefore, after being shot down by Grain, he could only rely on his tentacles to support his body.

"Grain!"

After getting up from the ground, Savi looked at Grain bitterly, gritted his teeth and spit out a few syllables. The black mist surrounding him boiled again, and the long bloody tongues began to wave.

"Go to hell!"

Savi screamed and controlled the long blood-colored tongue to sweep towards Grain. The energy and blood in the opponent's body exploded, grabbing a long blood-colored tongue and tearing it off.

However, more long blood-colored tongues struck quickly like poisonous snakes.

"Grain, go on!"

At this time, Old Moore saw this and quickly threw a scimitar over. After Grain caught the scimitar, he waved it.

Swish, brush, brush!

The scimitar cut through the air and cut off the long blood-colored tongues. Then Grain stepped forward and rushed towards Savi quickly. The power of blood attached to the scimitar, and then he swung the sword out.

"ah!!!"

As the blade condensed with energy and blood was swung, the screams of the evil alien Savi also sounded. Grain attacked with all his strength and cut his body into two halves.

The body wrapped in black mist was cut in half by the battle, but the evil alien still did not die. A large amount of black blood was spilled on the ground. On the two rotting bodies, tendrils like granules grew, spreading and intertwining with each other.

"Is this... self-healing ability?"

In the Tatar tribe, Enzo raised his eyebrows and looked at the evil alien Savi, who was cut into two parts but still not dead, and whose rotting body was constantly merging, with a thoughtful expression in his eyes.

In a moment, Savi's two bodies had merged together.

The blade attack just now did not kill him, but the fusion of the two bodies still cost Savi a lot. At this time, the black mist surrounding him became thinner, and the long bloody tongues were waving.

The speed also slowed down.

"After accepting the power of the God of Disaster and becoming an evil alien, this guy has the ability to continuously heal himself." Enzo stroked his chin and said with twinkling eyes: "However, this kind of healing ability should consume a lot of energy.

, so it can be used at most once within a certain period of time!"

At the same time, the Pramo tribe.

"Grain! Continue!" Old Moore said quickly after seeing the two bodies of the evil alien merging, "His self-healing ability must have many limitations. After using it, he should fall into a period of weakness. Don't

Let him recover."

The evil alien Savi stared at Old Moore with cold and malicious eyes, and suddenly controlled a long bloody tongue and shot towards Old Moore.

Old Mu's expression suddenly changed.

brush!

However, before the long bloody tongue could fly out, Glenn on the side had already swung his scimitar and chopped off the long tongue with a stream of energy and blood.

In the same place, Grain looked determined.

Without saying a word, he moved quickly and appeared in front of Savi almost instantly. The bronze scimitar in his hand shone with red light, as if it was watered by blood, and he waved it quickly.

Swish, brush, brush!

The long blood-colored tongues were cut off one after another. After Savi was approached, he fell into a great passive state. He could only retreat backwards as hard as possible, preparing to distance himself.

However, Green did not give him a chance.

"Blood Shadow Slash!"

Grain exerted force on his legs and jumped into the air in an instant. The bronze scimitar in his hand was slashed down, and the violent energy and blood force slashed the evil alien Savi into two halves again.

Wow!

The black mist suddenly exploded, and thick black blood spilled onto the ground. The two chopped bodies had tiny tentacles growing from the incisions, trying their best to extend in the direction of each other.

"snort!"

Green snorted, but quickly swung the bloody scimitar, quickly cutting the bodies on the ground into piles of minced meat until they could no longer extend their tentacles.

"I should be completely dead now." Enzo murmured to himself.

The evil beings that had been cut into countless pieces by random knives had turned into pieces of flesh. The stench of decay emitted, and then turned into black mist as if burning.

"The evil alien...is dead?"

After a while, Old Moore walked forward cautiously, looked at the minced meat on the ground that was turning into mist, and asked hesitantly.

Glenn said nothing, but nodded slightly.

Suddenly, Old Moore breathed a sigh of relief, and then an expression of surprise appeared on his face, and he said excitedly: "That's great, Glenn!"

"Thanks to the blessing of the Blood-killing God, you killed the evil alien, saved the tribe, and became a powerful red-striped warrior. The Pramo tribe will be proud of you!"

The Pramo tribe, invaded by the evil alien Savi, experienced serious losses. Not only was the tribe severely destroyed, but the number of blood warriors was also reduced to one-third.

This was undoubtedly a disaster for the Pramo tribe. However, the appearance of Grain made Old Moore feel ecstatic.

Red-striped warriors, the support of a tribe!

The original Pramo tribe was just the weakest small tribe. When two-thirds of the blood warriors were killed by evil aliens, it was almost destroyed. Without the protection of powerful beings, it would have been impossible to survive this year.

The dark fog season.

Originally, old Moore had fallen into despair.

But now, the appearance of Grain gave him hope. Having a red-striped warrior to protect him was enough for the Pramo tribe to successfully survive the Black Mist Season.

Even starting from the recovery season next year, it will continue to become stronger!

"Chief Moore..."

Just as Old Moore was immersed in the wonderful enjoyment of the prosperity of the Pramo tribe, Grain on the side had an ugly face and shook his head slightly.

Old Moore's expression changed.

After successfully killing the evil alien, Grain's face was not happy, but gradually turned pale, and the three blood lines on his chest gradually faded away.

"What's going on?" Old Moore asked tremblingly.

Grain, whom he originally regarded as the hope of the tribe, saw the energy and blood in his body continue to dissipate. Small cracks even appeared on his rock-like skin, and traces of blood seeped out.

"Perhaps...this is the price?"

Grain's face became paler, but a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes, and he murmured: "The power given by the gods is not something a mortal can bear after all. This body can last until now, which is already the limit."

After saying that, Glenn fell down.

Old Moore's expression changed drastically. Before he could help him up, Grain's body began to collapse, and the blood overflowing from his body gradually covered his whole body.

"how so?"

Old Moore knelt on the ground, his eyes seemed to have lost their luster, and his lips trembled as he murmured.

In a moment, Glenn completely lost his vitality and turned into a stiff corpse.

"it is as expected."

In the Tatar tribe, Enzo sighed. He had already expected the scene in front of him. Grain was originally just a blood warrior. With the power given by the blood-killing god, he became a three-blood red-striped warrior.

However, that power does not belong to him.

Mortals carrying the power of gods must bear the price, and for a blood warrior to directly possess the power to kill evil aliens, the price is death.

Pramo tribe.

"Great blood-killing god, have you abandoned the Pramo tribe?" Old Moore's face turned pale, and he looked at the corpse on the ground with a trace of despair in his heart.

A gust of cold wind blew by, dispersing the smell of blood.

At this time, the Pramo tribe was in a mess. After being invaded by the evil alien Savi, one-third of the blood warriors in the tribe died. At this time, they were in an extremely weak state and were unable to fight against the coming black mist season.

Old Moore looked sad and didn't know what to do.

In the sky, shadow crows fluttered their wings and flew away. The tragic situation of the Pramo tribe no longer required attention, but Enzo became interested in another thing.

That is the god-given stone tablet of the Pramo tribe.

On the Solu Plain, every war ghost tribe has a god-given stone tablet. Although the Pramo tribe is weak, it is no exception. It is relying on the power of the god-given stone tablet that they have successfully resisted the evil aliens. of invasion.

Although they also paid a high price for this.

"Is this the god-given stone tablet of the Pramo tribe?"

Through the vision of the shadow crow, Enzo came to the center of the Pramo tribe, and in an empty square, he saw a short broken stone tablet with blood-red special words engraved on it.

Compared with the god-given stone tablet of the Tatar tribe, the appearance of the god-given stone tablet of the Pramo tribe is somewhat similar, but it is much smaller. It is precisely because of this that the Pramo tribe is weaker than the Tatar tribe.

The god-given stone tablet is a treasure given to the war ghost clan by the blood-killing god.

The more powerful the tribe, the larger the god-gifted stone tablet they master, and the more advanced the cultivation methods on it. For example, the Tatar tribe's god-gifted stone tablet can only be cultivated to the seven-blood red-striped warrior level at most, while the God-gifted stone tablet of the Gaussou tribe The stone tablet records the method of promoting the Furious Warrior.

"Eh? This stone tablet?"

Controlling the shadow crow, Enzo stared at the broken stone tablet below. Suddenly his eyes flashed and he noticed something unusual.

The god-given stone tablet of the Pramo tribe was faintly entangled with a trace of blood mist-like energy, which has not dissipated for a long time.

"Is this...the remnant of the blood-killing god's power?"

Enzo looked thoughtful. Not long ago, the Pramo tribe received the power from the blood-killing god through prayer, so they killed the invading evil aliens. And that god-given power was obtained through

This stone tablet was passed on.

"It seems that in addition to recording the method to transcendence, the god-given stone tablet also represents the connection and medium between the blood-killing god and the war ghost clan!" Enzo murmured.

Then, the shadow crow flew away from the Pramo tribe.

The Pramo tribe, which has experienced the invasion of evil aliens, is no longer able to protect this land. If they don't find a way out as soon as possible, their only fate will be to be wiped out in this year's Black Mist Season.

But all of this naturally has nothing to do with Enzo.

Within the Tatar tribe.

Boom, boom, boom!

There was a sudden knock on the door, interrupting Enzo's thoughts. He also cut off his vision from the shadow crow and turned to look at the door.

"The harvest celebration is about to begin."

The wooden door was pushed open through a gap, and Wendy revealed a small head. She whispered to Enzo inside, "Uncle Drogo asked everyone to go to the god-given stone monument and prepare to sacrifice to the blood-killing god."

"Okay, I understand." Enzo nodded slightly.

Then, he stood up and walked out of the room, following Wendy's footsteps to the square where the Tatar tribe's god-given stone tablet was located. At this time, the place was already crowded with people, and everyone in the Tatar tribe was waiting for the harvest celebration to begin.

Around the spacious square, torches were lit.

The fire light dispelled the surrounding darkness and illuminated the God-given stone tablet in front. Several blood warriors carried the prey one by one and placed them respectfully in front of the God-given stone tablet as a tribute to the blood-killing god.

Tap tap tap.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps. Drogo was wearing an animal skin robe and walked towards the god-given stone tablet with a serious face. Behind him, there were three naked women from the War Ghost tribe, following numbly.

Enzo frowned slightly, his face thoughtful.

"Is it also...a sacrifice?" He murmured softly.

According to the tradition of the Zhangui tribe, the annual harvest celebration is the most solemn festival of the year. During this time, the Zhangui tribe needs to offer sacrifices to the blood-killing god.

And for a grand sacrifice, it is natural to prepare sacrifices!

Different from the small-scale sacrifices held before the harvest hunting begins, the sacrifices at the harvest celebration require not only livestock, but also living people, and women of low status in the tribe are naturally the best sacrifices.

According to the tradition of the Tatar tribe, every year during the harvest celebration, a woman is sacrificed to the blood-killing god.

This year, due to a series of events that occurred during the harvest hunting period, Drogo felt uneasy, so he decided to increase the number of human sacrifices to three.

"May the great blood-killing god protect the Tatar tribe!"

Drogo slowly walked to the front of the god-given stone monument and turned around with a serious face, while the three naked female war ghosts as sacrifices knelt on the ground as meekly as lambs.