Journey to the Wizarding World

It turns out that it was a battle between two indigenous gods that broke the restrictions of the world and allowed them to step into the endless void.

It’s no wonder that the blood-killing god acted so calmly when he discovered Enzo, an outsider, because he had already seen the vastness of the multiverse and was no longer a frog in a well.

"Make your choice, outsider!"

The red-armored God of War spoke again and said in a deep voice: "Join forces with me to kill the God of Disaster, and you will get the coordinates of this other world. As a void traveler, I think you should know very well what a coordinate represents!"

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Enzo's eyes flickered, and his face looked thoughtful.

"If you refuse my request, then unfortunately, we will only become enemies!" The red-armored God of War said with a hint of threat in his tone: "In that case, even if I pay a certain price, I will remove you from this place."

World banishment!”

The red-armored God of War did not threaten to kill Enzo, because that would be difficult to do. Since the final battle with the God of Disaster, both gods have fallen into a weak state. The God of Bloodkiller has no choice but to recover through time, and the God of Disaster has no choice but to recover through time.

However, the God of Misfortune recovered by pouring his power into the wizarding world and devouring souls.

It is precisely because of this that after the decisive battle, the God of Disaster was obviously more seriously injured, but his recovery speed was faster, so that the God of Bloodkiller felt seriously threatened.

After a while, Enzo raised his head.

"I can agree to your request, but it will take some time to deal with the God of Disaster." Enzo said calmly, "I need to fully recover my strength before I can be qualified to fight with the God of Disaster. This

I think you should know one thing very well!"

"Okay, that's no problem."

A glimmer of light flashed in the eyes of the red-armored God of War, and he readily agreed. Then, his figure seemed to become unreal out of control, and his last voice became more and more ethereal.

"Be careful, outsider!"

"The God of Disaster is different from me. When he discovers your existence, he will devour you at all costs to restore himself. The Black Mist Season will be the time when the God of Disaster is most powerful..."

"Looking forward to meeting you again..."

As the voice of the red-armored God of War disappeared completely, the figure on the spot also turned into a trace of red light, and a gust of cold wind blew across the plain.

All around, everyone in the Tatar tribe was completely shocked.

"The God of Blood Killing..."

On the spot, Enzo's eyes flickered, and the thoughts in his mind kept changing. Through a conversation with the projection of the blood-killing god, he got a lot of useful information.

First, after the final battle between the God of Blood and the God of Disaster, both sides fell into weakness. The God of Disaster could restore his strength by investing his power into the wizarding world and seducing souls into corruption as an evil god, but the God of Blood

God cannot do this.

Secondly, due to the rules of world balance, the God of Bloodkiller and the God of Disaster cannot destroy each other, so they must rely on the power of outsiders.

Thirdly, the final confrontation between the God of Blood and the God of Disaster broke the world restriction and allowed them to see the vast multiverse. As a result, the God of Blood obtained a coordinate of another world.

"Are you planning to use me to deal with the God of Disaster?"

A sneer appeared on Enzo's face, and he said faintly: "But, do you think I will really believe your lies? It's really ridiculous!"

The blood-killing god uses the coordinates as a temptation to drive Enzo to help him deal with the god of disaster. In Enzo's view, this is really a very despicable method.

How can a god who can wander in the void and understand the vastness of the multiverse not know the meaning of the coordinates? Even if the blood-killing god is very eager to kill the god of disaster, after everything is successful, he will never give the coordinates

Leave it to Enzo.

Enzo is very sure of this!

However, even though he knew the blood-killing god's thoughts, Enzo still agreed to the other party's request for cooperation. The reason was very simple, it was nothing more than hypocrisy and snakes.

"Next, let's consider the matter in front of us first!" Enzo took a deep breath.

Then, he looked around.

The surrounding Tatars and Gaussian Blood Warriors all stared at him. Everyone saw what happened just now. The phantom of the red-armored God of War falling from the sky was almost the same as the image of the blood-killing god.

"Enzo...who are you?"

Drogo asked in a trembling voice. It was unimaginable for him to be able to communicate with the blood-killing god on an equal footing. At this time, his mind was almost blank.

"Me? Just a traveler."

Enzo laughed at himself, looked at the Gaussian Blood Warriors, and said, "You have seen everything that happened just now. The God of Blood Killing made a deal with me to join forces to deal with the God of Disaster."

"Now, it's time for you to make a choice."

"Submit to me or die?"

Following Enzo's indifferent words, the blood warriors of the Gaussian tribe in front looked at each other, and finally chose to throw down their weapons.

Everything that just happened was obviously too shocking.

The arrival of the blood-killing god on the Solu Plain was a sight that no one had ever seen before. After some exchanges with Enzo, the two seemed to have reached some consensus. Therefore, in order to express their loyalty to the blood-killing god, Gauso

The blood warriors of the tribe also chose to surrender.

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At the same time, the Caucasus tribe.

Under the city wall built with white rocks, the gate was open. A team of blood warriors from the Caussian tribe pulled a group of prisoners with ropes and passed through the city gate like a victorious army.

"Another group of rebels?"

"It's so ridiculous that you dare to resist our Gaussian tribe."

The Gaussian Blood Warriors led the captives and walked through the main street of Baishi City. The surrounding Gaussians whispered and commented on the captives.

After a while, the team reached the end of the street.

On a huge throne made of white bones, the leader of the Gaussian tribe, O'Callen, sat on it, looking down from a high position.

"Chief, the mission you assigned has been completed!"

Among the Gosuo team, a tall red-striped warrior came out, half-knelt on the ground, and said to Okaron: "The Ila tribe refused to pay this year's offerings, threatening the peace of the entire Solu Plain, and has now been punished.

These are all prisoners of the Ila tribe!"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! O'Callen glanced past the red-striped warriors and looked at the captured Ila tribesmen. There were about a thousand of these captives, almost all of whom were women.

, a small number of males are also scarred.

"You did well, Noka."

O'Callen nodded with satisfaction and said, "Since the Ila tribe refuses to bear their responsibilities, it is only natural that they should be punished!"

Suddenly, a blood warrior from the Ila tribe struggled to run out, knelt on the ground, and wailed, "Sir Okaron, it's not that the Ila tribe is unwilling to obey the orders of the Gaussian tribe. It's really a double tribute. Ila

The tribe cannot afford it!”

O'Callen was unmoved, with a trace of cruelty and ridicule in his eyes, and said solemnly: "That is your Yila tribe's problem, and has nothing to do with our Gaussian tribe. If you cannot pay tribute, you must be punished!"

The blood warrior of the Ila tribe wanted to explain something, but his neck was cut off by the red-striped warrior Noka, and his bloody head rolled down.

O'Callen sneered and said loudly: "The Ila tribe dares to resist the Gaussian tribe. It's time for you to receive the punishment you deserve!"

After saying that, the blood warriors of the Gaussian tribe around them all raised their spears.

The captives of the Ila tribe who were surrounded in the center huddled in fear. Under O'Callen's cruel eyes, all the female captives began to take off their animal skins, exposing their naked bodies to the cold wind.

This is the tradition of the Caucasus tribe!

Whenever the Gaussians defeated a tribe, they would bring back a large number of captives, strip them of their clothes, and then carry out twelve massacres.

Wow!

Several blood warriors carried a huge container, which contained thousands of stones, each in black and white. The so-called twelve killing orders allowed the prisoners to extract the stones by themselves. If they drew white, they would be punished with death.

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"Let's start!" O'Callen said coldly.

With a low sobbing sound, the naked female captives of the Ila tribe took out stones from the closed containers one after another. The faces of those who took out the white stones suddenly became extremely pale.

Not long after, the twelve kills ended.

For every twelve stones, three white stones will appear, so at least two hundred of the one thousand female captives will need to be executed.

"Execute it." O'Callen waved his hand.

The female captives who got the white stones in the twelve killings were taken away one after another. The Gaussians had a special execution platform, and the screams kept coming, which sounded chilling.

"By the way, why hasn't Hatton come back yet?"

At this time, O'Callen, who was sitting on the bone throne, suddenly asked, "Didn't he go to the Tatar tribe to collect tribute? Shouldn't he be back long ago?"

"Perhaps something happened and delayed the time?" A red-striped warrior next to him replied.

"Really? That's a shame."

A trace of ferocity appeared on O'Callen's face. The Tatar tribe's tribute this year is doubled. If they cannot pay, the blood warriors led by Hatton will naturally give the Tatar people cruel punishment.

All this is what O'Callen wants to see!

"But...even if the Tatar tribe is unable to pay tribute and is attacked by Hatton, it probably won't take so long, right?" At this time, another red-striped warrior raised an objection.

Tatar is just a small tribe and cannot resist Hatun's crusade. If a war is really launched, Hatun should return in triumph.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter what happens."

O'Callen shook his head indifferently and said in a deep voice: "Anyway, there are still a few days until the Black Mist Season. You lead some blood warriors to the Tatar tribe to check. If Hatton is in trouble, help him solve it!"

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"Yes! Lord O'Callen!"

Noka replied, and then prepared to lead fifty blood warriors directly to the Tatar tribe to help Hatton solve the problem.

However, at this moment.

In Baishi City, where the Gaussian Tribe is located, in the central square, a huge god-given stone tablet suddenly glowed with red light.

O'Callen's pupils shrank and he quickly stood up.

The abnormality in the god-given stone tablet seemed to represent the attention of the blood-killing god. Therefore, when the red light appeared, all the Gaussians knelt on the ground, waiting for the blood-killing god to arrive.

A few seconds later, the red-armored God of War appeared on the spot.

"Kill...the blood-killing god!"

Looking at the figure of the red-armored God of War, O'Callen's voice became trembling, and a hint of fanaticism appeared on his face as he said excitedly.

"Are you the leader of the Gaussian tribe?"

The red-armored God of War looked at Okalun who was kneeling on the ground and said, "I order you, from now on, the Gaussian tribe will unconditionally obey the command of the Tatar tribe and obey all the arrangements of the Tatar tribe!"

O'Callen's face changed drastically, and an unbelievable luster appeared in his eyes.

"Why... why?"

The Gaussian tribe has ruled the Solu Plain for a thousand years, and has never had the experience of obeying the command of a small tribe. The sudden order from the blood-killing god made Okaron find it unacceptable.

"Why?"

The red-armored God of War frowned slightly and said in an unquestionable tone: "Because the Tatar tribe has been recognized by me and will replace the Gaussian tribe in the future. Is there any problem?"

O'Callen's face was pale and his eyes were blank.

However, the red-armored God of War ignored him and then disappeared, leaving only an oracle that shocked the Gaussian tribe.

"Why is this happening?"

O'Kalun muttered to himself, with a bewildered expression on his face. He didn't understand why the blood-killing god wanted to deprive the Gaussian tribe of its status as the ruler of the plains.

But he couldn't resist, because it was the order of the blood-killing god.

The sudden oracle from the blood-killing god caused the entire Gaussian tribe to fall into inexplicable emotions. Noka, who was originally assigned to go to the Tatar tribe to carry out a crusade mission, froze in place.

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In the blink of an eye, another few days passed.

The black fog season has arrived as promised. On the originally peaceful Solu Plain, black fog suddenly appeared. Like a curse from the God of Disaster, the whole world was plunged into darkness.

Within the Tatar tribe.

"Is this the black mist?"

Standing on the tower, Enzo looked at the plains in the distance, his eyes flickered slightly, and then he summoned black crows.

"Go for it!"

Enzo waved his hand, and black crows flew into the fog. Through the vision of the shadow crows, Enzo scanned the scene ahead.

The endless plain is filled with black mist and eerie silence. Shadow crows fly far away, but there is still no trace of a wild beast, as if the entire plain has lost its life.

"It seems that in addition to the war ghosts, the wild beasts on the plains are also afraid of the black mist!" Enzo muttered to himself and continued to control the Phantom Crow.

Suddenly, several snow-white figures appeared in front of them.

On the desolate land, several small rabbit-like wild beasts gathered together shivering. The black mist spreading around them continued to swallow up their living space, leaving the rabbits with almost nowhere to escape.

"This is... a snow bunny?"

Enzo narrowed his eyes and recognized the names of those wild beasts. They were small wild beasts, not creatures unique to the war ghost world.