Journey to the Wizarding World

Herod!!

A sharp neighing sound of horses came, interrupting Enzo's thoughts, and then there was a sound of footsteps outside. Enzo opened the door and walked out, and found the blood warriors of the Tatar tribe running outside.

"What's going on?" Enzo grabbed a blood warrior and asked.

"It's the Gaussian tribe!"

At this time, Drogo came out of the two-story stone building next to him and said in a deep voice, "It's the Gaussian tribe who has come to collect this year's offerings."

"Gauso tribe?" Enzo's eyes flashed.

After traveling through the world of war ghosts, he had heard the term Gaussian tribe many times. It was the most powerful force in the entire Solu Plain. It had conquered the Tatar tribe three years ago, causing the originally strong Tatar to decline.

As the ruler of the plains, the Gaussian tribe collects tributes from the tribes on the plains every year, and this year is naturally no exception. What makes Drogo a little surprised is that according to the rules of previous years, the Gaussian tribe will appear after the harvest celebration.

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This year, it seems to be much ahead of schedule!

Not long after, Drogo and Enzo came to the gate of the Tatar tribe. In the open space in front of the tribe, they saw a group of Gaussian people. The leader was riding a three-meter-tall monster with a head that resembled a combination of a horse and a wolf. Just now

The neighing sound comes from its mouth.

The giant wolf colt is a rare wild beast that can be tamed.

The Gaussian man riding on the giant wolf colt is named Hatun. There are three blood stripes on his bare upper body and chest, which represents his identity as a third-blood red-striped warrior. He is carrying a bronze ax in his hand.

"Long time no see, Drogo!"

The red-striped warrior Hatun, riding on the giant wolf colt, looked at Drogo condescendingly, with a slightly ferocious smile on his face, and said: "For such a long time, you have not become a fourth-blood red-striped warrior. You are just a

Useless trash!"

Drogo looked ugly, but he did not dare to refute.

Although both of them are three-blood red-striped warriors, Hatton represents the Gaussian tribe. Any resistance or provocation may be punished by the Gaussian tribe. What happened three years ago is a bloody lesson.

"Welcome to the Tartar tribe, Messenger Hatun."

Drogo took a deep breath, lowered his head deeply, and said respectfully, "The Tatar tribe's tribute this year has been prepared."

With that said, Drogo waved.

In the Tatar tribe, several blood warriors worked together to pull a cart, on which was the corpse of a huge fire-tusked mammoth. It had been dead for more than a month, but this fire-tusked mammoth showed no signs of decay.

This is mainly because the surface of the fire-tusked mammoth's skin is coated with a resin-like mucus, which can act as an antiseptic.

"Firetusk Mammoth?"

Hatun's eyes flashed, and he raised his eyebrows and said, "To be able to hunt such wild beasts, it seems that the Tatar tribe has good luck in hunting this year."

Drogo smiled bitterly and shook his head slightly.

This year's harvest hunting of the Tatar tribe, the only precious prey is this fire-tusked mammoth, which will eventually have to be presented as a tribute to the powerful Gaussian tribe.

"This fire-tusked mammoth is the tribute presented by the Tatar tribe to the Gaussian tribe this year!" Drogo said.

The corners of Hatton's lips raised, he shook his head and said: "Not enough."

"What?" Drogo was stunned and said quickly: "Messenger Hadun, you have to see clearly that this wild beast is a complete fire-tusked mammoth. Isn't it still a tribute to the Gaussian tribe?

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"I said...not enough!"

Hatun's face turned cold and he said in a deep voice, "Master O'Callen has ordered that the Tatar tribe's tribute be doubled this year. In addition to this fire-tusked mammoth, you also need to come up with other tributes."

"Double the tribute!?"

Drogo took a breath of air, with a trace of anger on his face, and said, "There is no such rule on the Solu Plain. The Tatar tribe has already prepared tributes. Why should the Gaussian tribe demand double the tribute?"

"Rules?" Hatun sneered and said quietly, "In the Solu Plain, the Gaussian tribe has the rules. Didn't the Tatar tribe understand this during the crusade three years ago?"

After saying that, Haddon raised the giant ax in his hand.

The fifty blood warriors of the Gaussian tribe behind them all raised their spears and pointed their sharp spear points at the Tatar tribe. They seemed to be preparing to start a war if they disagreed.

Drogo's face suddenly turned pale.

The oppression brought by the Gaussian tribe made him feel a little afraid. The attack on the Tatar tribe three years ago still made Drogo vivid in his mind. Even though Hatun in front of him only brought fifty blood warriors, he stood in front of him.

Behind him is the entire Gaussian tribe.

Drogo didn't have the courage to resist, so he could only grit his teeth.

"Since doubling the tribute is the request of the Gaussian tribe, the Tatar tribe is willing to implement it." Drogo looked ugly, but he could only give a few instructions to the blood warrior next to him.

"...The black mist season is coming. If we give all the food to the Gaussian tribe, what will we do?" Karu's face was as gloomy as water, and the flames of anger burned in his heart, but he was forced by the pressure of the Gaussian tribe.

, but dare not show it.

"There is no other way. We cannot refuse the Gaussian tribe."

Drogo shook his head and whispered, "In this year's harvest hunting, the resources obtained by the tribe are quite abundant. If we divide half of it as a tribute to the Gaussian tribe, the rest should be enough for us to survive the Black Mist Season."

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"Although this is the case, this year's black mist season will definitely be very difficult for the Tatar tribe, but there is nothing we can do about it." Drogo was filled with helplessness.

These are the rules of the Solu Plain, and even the rules of the entire War Ghost Clan!

The powerful tribe has absolute power of life and death over the weak tribe. Even if it is unrestrained exploitation, the other side cannot resist. If you want to change this situation, unless a furious warrior appears in the tribe.

"Envoy Hatun, please wait a moment. The tribute will be ready soon."

Drogo spoke softly, and then ordered Karu to return to the tribe, directing the women of the tribe to go to the warehouse, and divide half of the resources originally used for the tribe to spend the Black Mist Season on the cart.

"This year's black fog season, the Tatar tribe will be sad..."

Looking at the resources being loaded into the car, Drogo's heart was bleeding, but he couldn't show any dissatisfaction on his face and could only sigh helplessly.

"That's right, you, the Tatar tribe, are wise!"

Hatun nodded slightly, with a smile on his face. Then he glanced at the Tatar tribe and said, "That's all this year's tribute, but there is one more thing."

Drogo's heart tightened and he quickly said, "Master Hatton, please speak."

"Actually, it's not a big deal."

Hatun was condescending and sighed, "In this year's harvest hunt, my brother Harvin unfortunately died in battle. He was a brave blood warrior. According to the rules of the ghost clan, I plan to hold a grand ceremony for him."

funeral."

"Therefore, I need some martyrs!"

"Well, let's just select ten girls from the Tatar tribe to be my brother's burial victims. You won't refuse this request, right?"

"Ten martyrs?" Drogo's face became even more ugly.

According to the tradition of the War Ghost Clan, strong men do need to be buried after death, but if you want to hold a grand funeral, the deceased must at least be a red-striped warrior during his lifetime. However, Hatton's younger brother Harvin is only a blood warrior.

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Normally, after a ghost blood warrior dies, the tribe will only select three martyrs from his wives. According to Hatun, it is completely against the rules to select ten girls from the Tatar tribe as martyrs.

act.

"What? You don't want to?" Hatton's tone was cold.

"......no."

Drogo gritted his teeth and shook his head, and said in a deep voice, ": The Tatar tribe can meet the request of the Hadun envoy. Now, ten girls will be selected from the tribe to be the martyrs of the Harvin warriors!"

"That's right!" Hatton nodded with satisfaction.

In fact, selecting ten girls from the Tatar tribe to be buried as martyrs for Hatun's younger brother Harwin was not an unacceptable thing for Drogo. Compared to doubling the tribute, it was nothing worth mentioning.

The reason is also very simple. In the concept of the War Ghost Clan, women are a cheap resource. The difference in the fertility ratio of 1 to 20 makes the number of women in the War Ghost Clan more than twenty times more than that of males.

At the same time, the male responsible for fighting can easily die.

Due to various reasons, the number of women in any War Ghost tribe is very large. Therefore, major tribes often hold sacrifices and even implement the rule of burying the wife after the death of a blood warrior to reduce the number of women.

Save tribal resources.

Ten war ghost girls, even for the Tatar tribe, is not a big deal.

Soon, Drogo gave the order.

Karu selected ten women from the tribe and locked them in a huge wooden cage. The selected women already knew their fate, but as resources, they could not resist and could only suffer their fate silently.

A low sob came from the wooden cage, making Enzo frown slightly.

The barbaric tradition of the Zhangui tribe made him feel a little uncomfortable, but when he thought about it carefully, he felt helpless. Every civilization in the world has its own style. The status of women of the Zhangui tribe is extremely low. The main reason is that their

Their number is twenty times that of males, but they cannot master extraordinary power.

Just like the forest world of the past.

The children of the forest, as a manifestation of the female form, are the rulers of the world, while the lower-level creatures, the Green Devils, are also humanoid creatures, but in the war against the wizarding civilization, they are nothing more than cannon fodder.

"Ten martyrs have been prepared for the Hadun envoy."

Drogo waved his hand, and several blood warriors carried the wooden cages containing ten girls onto the cart, and then said to Hatun.

"Very good, that's it."

Hatun nodded with satisfaction, acknowledged Drogo's attitude, and was about to leave with the tribute, but at this moment, his eyes inadvertently glanced at a petite Tatar tribe girl not far away.

"Wait...give her to me too."

Hatton stroked his chin, looked at the petite girl, and said, "Before my brother died in the battle, he liked this kind of petite girl the most. Let her also become my brother's martyr."

The girl who was stared at by Hatton turned pale, and instantly fell to the ground in fright.

Next to him, Enzo's eyes turned cold, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes. The reason was also very simple. The girl Hatton was eyeing was none other than Wendy.

"This... Hatton messenger should be replaced by another one."

Drogo looked at Wendy and said hesitantly, "This girl's husband is a red-striped warrior of the Tatar tribe. According to the rules, a blood warrior cannot be buried. Envoy Hatton should know this."

The wife of a red-striped warrior cannot be used as a sacrifice in the harvest celebration, and it is even less likely to be buried by a blood warrior. This is the tradition of the war ghost clan for many years, and any war ghost knows it very well.

"This girl is your wife?" Hatton was stunned.

"No! She is the wife of another red-striped warrior of the Tatar tribe." Drogo corrected.

"A second red-striped warrior appeared in the Tatar tribe?"

Hatun narrowed his eyes, and an inexplicable expression appeared on his face. He suddenly recalled the god-given power that came to the Tatar tribe during the harvest hunt a few days ago, and thoughts flashed in his mind.

"Yes, Messenger Hatton!"

A trace of pride appeared on Drogo's face, and he said, "With the blessing of the great blood-killing god, the Tatar tribe gave birth to the second red-striped warrior."

The expression on Hatton's face kept changing, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

At this time, Drogo pointed his finger at Enzo and said, "Please allow me to introduce Enzo to Enzo, the first-blood red-striped warrior of the Tatar tribe."

In place, Enzo had no expression on his face.

Following the direction of Drogo's finger, Haddon saw Enzo, and his face was even more surprised. He said in surprise: "A first-blood red-striped warrior, an inferior breed?"

"Enzo is indeed a bad breed, but he is also a red-striped warrior."

A chuckle appeared on Drogo's face and he said, "All of this is a gift from the great blood-killing god. Even the inferior ones can become red-striped warriors. I have to say, it is like a miracle."

Hatton narrowed his eyes and looked at Enzo.

Even in the entire history of the Solu Plain, it is a very rare thing for an inferior breed to become a red-striped warrior. It can even be said to be a handful. However, the Enzo in front of him does exude the vitality and blood of a red-striped warrior.

force.

"Could it be...that this is the power bestowed by the blood-killing god?"

The thoughts in Hatton's mind changed, and he remembered the three bloody sacrifices held by the Gaussian tribe at the harvest celebration, but they still failed to win the attention of the blood-killing god. There was a trace of murderous intent in Enzo's eyes.

As for Hatton's expression, Enzo naturally noticed it.

There was a trace of amusement in his heart. A weak red-striped warrior had murderous intentions towards him. It must be said that the other party was very brave. If in the Wizarding Continent, the extraordinary knight dared to be disrespectful to the third-level wizard, I am afraid he would have been turned into a toad long ago.

, was thrown into the fire and burned to death.

"Hmph! Just a one-blood red-striped warrior."

After a while, Hatton raised his head and said coldly, "If my brother hadn't been a bit unlucky, he would have become a red-striped warrior long ago. Now that he is dead, as the only brother, I naturally have to organize a game for him.

A grand funeral!”