Journey to the witch world

"Is the harvest season over?"

Wendy was stunned for a moment, and then, an expression of fear that could not be concealed appeared on her face, and her body even trembled slightly.

"Black Mist Season!"

Wendy curled up her body, recalling some bad memories in her mind, and said in a trembling voice: "When the harvest season is over, the most terrifying black fog season will usher in!"

"At that time, the power of the God of Mist will reappear on the earth, and the black mist, symbolizing death and pollution, will swallow everything. Only under the protection of the God of Bloodkiller can we survive the disaster."

Wendy's eyes trembled, as if she was more afraid of the Black Mist Season than the Gaussian tribe, thinking that it was a real disaster.

"Black Mist Season!"

Enzo's eyes flickered. There are only nine months in a year in this world, which are divided into three seasons, the recovery season, the harvest season, and the black fog season.

In the recovery season and harvest season, the world is under the control of the blood-killing god. Only in the black mist season, the blood-killing god's power becomes weak, and the god of disaster who was defeated by him will appear and bring to the world Pollution black fog.

"You're so weird!"

After a while, Wendy suddenly frowned and said with some confusion: "What you just asked me would be understood even in a small tribe, right? Why don't you know anything?"

"...I was injured before and my head was a little confused."

Enzo found a reason at random, with a faint silver luster in his eyes, and used the power of witchcraft runes to influence Wendy's thinking.

"So that's it." Wendy nodded stupidly, without any doubt.

Afterwards, the two talked for a while. After Enzo got enough information, Wendy got up and left the cabin.

"Chip, name this world [War Ghost World]!" After Wendy left, Enzo ordered in his heart.

Based on the conversation just now, Enzo became more and more certain that this was an unexploited new dimension that was still in a very backward state. It was similar to the former forest world in terms of scale and level of civilization.

"I didn't expect that we would start the plane expedition in this way." Enzo felt the weakness in his body and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

According to his original plan, he planned to end the affairs in the Lost Continent, return to the Dark Realm, and then rely on the power of the academy to start a plane expedition, in order to impact the fourth-level All Souls Wizard realm.

However, something unexpected happened.

The appearance of the Golden Mountain God Feralo blocked the world of the Kingdom of God. As a last resort, Enzo could only risk opening the cracks in the void and travel through the world of war ghosts without any protection. Fortunately, he survived.

"Fight the ghost world!"

After regaining some strength, Enzo sat up from the bed, his eyes flickered slightly, and said to himself, "It seems that without special opportunities, it will be difficult for me to return to the wizarding world!"

The most reasonable way to return to the wizarding world from a strange world is to establish a teleportation array. However, for Enzo at this time, the conditions are obviously not enough, so the only way for him to return to the wizarding world is to be promoted to the fourth level of all-spirits wizard.

Only when he reaches the level of a wizard of all spirits can Enzo rely on the power of rules to communicate with the wizarding world and return.

A fourth-level life form, a wizard of all spirits!

"In my current state, the only way to be promoted to the All Souls Wizard is to seize control of a world!" Enzo thought appeared on his face, then his eyes became firm and he said in a deep voice: "In this case, then let me be a Let’s complete the plane expedition and rely on the power of the ghost world to advance to the fourth level!”

In a moment, Enzo had made his decision.

"However, before everything starts, I'd better regain my strength first!" Then, Enzo shook his head again, with a wry smile on his face.

Even a third-level wizard would find it difficult to bear the cost of crossing the void rift. The endless void turbulence has the power to kill even fourth-level life forms. Enzo was extremely lucky to survive the crossing process.

"Plane Expedition, you take one step and regain your strength!" Enzo murmured to himself.

…

At the same time, the Tatar tribe.

Among the tribes similar to Xiaozhai, there are wooden buildings everywhere, and occasionally some stone houses can be seen, but the number is extremely rare.

In the most central area of ​​the tribe is a two-story stone building with the main body made of rock and a log fence on the outside.

Inside the stone building, in the hall.

The ground was covered with wooden boards, and at the front was a huge rock seat, with animal skins spread on it, and some bronze weapons placed on the surrounding shelves.

On the stone throne, a burly man was sitting on it, holding two female war ghosts in his arms, with almost all of his animal skins taken off. The scene looked red-faced.

Tap tap tap.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps. Wendy, who had just left the cabin, came to the stone building. When she saw the man and woman entangled on the stone seat, a trace of shyness appeared on her face.

"It's little Wendy."

The burly man on the stone seat seemed to have noticed Wendy. He pushed away the half-naked woman in his arms and asked, "What's the matter?"

The burly man's name is Drogo, the leader of the Tatar tribe. He has three blood stripes on his chest, symbolizing his identity as a red-striped warrior.

In the male-dominated War Ghost clan, women are only auxiliary. They cannot obtain extraordinary power. Coupled with the gap in proportion, female War Ghosts completely serve the male War Ghosts.

"Uncle Drogo!"

Wendy walked to the front of the stone seat and knelt on the ground naturally. A smile appeared on her face and she said proudly, "The male I picked up has woken up. Our Tatar tribe will have another blood warrior."

"You mean...that bad guy?"

Drogo frowned slightly, shook his head and said, "It's unbelievable that he can still survive after suffering such a serious injury."

"But it's useless even if you wake up."

"I checked last time. That male is an inferior breed. He is destined to be unable to become a blood warrior. Even if he joins the tribe, it will only be a waste of resources!"

With that said, Drogo stood up from the stone seat.

He was extremely tall and tall, even a little different from a normal human being. He was over two and a half meters tall. His bare chest muscles were like rocks, exuding a rough and wild aura.

"Inferior...inferior breed?"

Wendy's mouth opened wide, an expression of disbelief appeared on her face, disappointment flashed in her eyes, and she lowered her head gloomily.

In the language of the Zhangui clan, inferior means deformed children, which refers to those beings who have been very thin and have congenital developmental defects since birth.

Male war ghosts enter adulthood at the age of fifteen. Under normal development conditions, they can reach a height of two and a half meters, and their Qi and blood are extremely strong. It is normal to have muscles like rocks, and they do not even require any exercise.

Enzo, who was picked up by Wendy, was over fifteen years old in terms of bone development, but he was only about 1.8 meters tall. He was obviously an inferior breed.

"Suffering such a serious injury but surviving, it's a pity that he is an inferior breed." Drogo shook his head, as if it was a pity, and said, "The inferior breed is destined not to become a blood warrior. This is a thing recognized by history, although there are also extreme There are a few cases, but the probability is only one in ten thousand, and it is not worth the tribe’s waste of resources.”

In the history of the Zhangui Clan, most of the inferior species have done nothing, and a very few can become blood warriors, but they will not have high achievements in the future, so they are not taken seriously. Even in some extreme tribes, once an inferior species appears, If they make a sound, they will be directly thrown to death to prevent the bloodline of inferior species from continuing and giving birth to more inferior species.

"Is it true that inferiors cannot become blood warriors?" Wendy asked unwillingly.

"There are some, but too few."

Drogo hesitated and said, "If you insist, you can let that bad guy give it a try. If he can become a blood warrior within half a year, then maybe you can let him join the tribe."

"Otherwise, he only has two options."

"The first is to be expelled from the tribe and fend for themselves in the wilderness, and the second is to be castrated and stay in the tribe to serve as a woman!"

Wendy's face turned pale and she seemed to be frightened.

The War Ghost Clan has always been very harsh on the inferior species and will never allow those deformed children to breed. Therefore, once the inferior species reaches adulthood, they will be castrated and serve the tribe as women.

"Okay, little Wendy."

Then, a trace of gentleness appeared on Drogo's face, and he said, "I know you spent a lot of energy on that bad guy, but you can't become a bad blood warrior. Even if you stay in the tribe, it will be useless. The Tatar tribe treats bad guys... The attitude of the species is already very gentle. If it were the Gaussian tribe, the first moment they discovered the inferior species, they would have cut off his head."

"I understand, Uncle Drogo." Wendy nodded obediently, then got up and left, exiting the stone house.

Drogo shook his head, turned back to the stone seat, and continued to tangle with the bodies of several female war ghosts serving around him.

…

In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

During this time, Enzo continued to recover his state, and at the same time obtained more information about the world of war ghosts through conversations with Wendy.

this day.

Within the Tatar tribe.

"Very good, the magic power has gradually recovered." In the wooden house, Enzo sat alone on the edge of the bed, feeling the magic power in his body, and ordered in his heart.

"Chip, retrieve my body data."

"Enzo/Strength: 9.5/Physique: 10/Spirit: 11.5/Level: Level 3 Wizard/Status: Weak."

Looking at the data panel that appeared in front of him, Enzo's eyes flickered slightly.

His condition is still weak, but his physique is gradually recovering. Now, although Enzo has not fully recovered his strength, he has reached the level of a first-order wizard.

"Finally, I have some power to protect myself."

Enzo sighed in his heart. In a world full of strangers and dangers everywhere, he couldn't do anything without enough strength to support him.

During Enzo's training, people from the Tatar tribe also came to him and asked about his origins and information. Enzo lied that he was a wanderer from a distant tribe. Under the influence of spiritual witchcraft, Tatar The tribe noticed nothing unusual.

Tap tap tap.

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside. Wendy opened the door but did not come in. She just revealed her little head and said.

"Enzo, Uncle Drogo wants to see you."

Enzo had met Drogo, the leader of the Tatar tribe and the red-striped warrior, once before, but there was no communication between the two.

"Okay, I get it." Enzo responded.

As the leader of the Tatar tribe and the only red-striped warrior in the tribe, Drogo has absolute authority. Everyone must obey his orders, even Enzo, who has not yet joined the Tatar tribe.

Enzo stood up and put on an animal skin coat, and then followed Wendy's footsteps to the outside of a two-story stone building.

"Uncle Drogo is inside, go in by yourself." Outside the stone building, Wendy whispered, looking at Enzo with a trace of pity in her eyes.

Immediately afterwards, Wendy trotted away.

Enzo had a thoughtful look on his face, and based on the intelligence he had obtained during this period, he had some vague inferences about Drogo's sudden summons.

"Are you going to let me make a decision?"

Enzo murmured to himself, his eyes twinkling, and said, "Fortunately, my strength has recovered somewhat, so I won't be at the mercy of others like when I first traveled to this world."

Then, Enzo walked into the stone building.

In the hall inside the stone building, Enzo saw Drogo sitting alone on a stone seat. He was shirtless and his eyes were full of majesty.

"Chief Drogo."

Enzo took a step forward, and in accordance with the custom of the War Ghost Clan, he hammered his chest with one hand and saluted, showing respect to the leader of the Tatar tribe.

Drogo nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "Outsider, it's been half a month since you came to the Tatar tribe, right?"

"Yes." Enzo nodded, neither humble nor condescending. "Thank you very much, Miss Wendy, for saving my life, and the Tatar tribe for helping and caring for me in the past half month."

"I heard that you wandered from the south of the Solu Plain?" Drogo looked at Enzo and asked, "As far as I know, several major tribes in the south are at war. You came here to escape the war. From Solu Plain?”

Enzo's eyes flashed and he thought slightly in his mind.

Before he could answer, Drogo had already waved his hand and said, "Forget it, these things have nothing to do with me. It's okay if you don't want to talk about it."

"However, since you have come to the Solu Plains and have lived in the Tatar tribe for so long, it is time to make a choice."

"Choose?" Enzo's heart moved.

"Yes, the Tatar tribe does not accept waste." Drogo looked at Enzo and said solemnly, "If you want to stay in the Tatar tribe, there are only two ways to go."

"First, become a blood warrior within half a year!"

"Any blood warrior is a descendant of the blood-killing god. If you can become a blood warrior, you can naturally join the Tatar tribe and enjoy all the resources in the tribe!" Drogo said, spreading his palms.

"Blood Warrior!" Enzo narrowed his eyes.

The so-called blood warriors are a kind of existence somewhat similar to knights. They rely on certain special methods to master extraordinary martial arts. Every adult warrior ghost has the honor of becoming a blood warrior, but this is limited to male warrior ghosts.

Because the Blood Warrior's training method is not suitable for women from the Ghost Clan, no women can master extraordinary powers and can only be used as accessories to men.