Journey to the witch world

After recording all the contents on the god-given stone tablet, Enzo began to practice.

"Huh? What's going on?"

With the help of the chip, Enzo quickly started to get started, but he suddenly discovered that after practicing the Blood Warrior technique, a vague force suddenly appeared in his body, constantly affecting him.

Enzo frowned slightly and decisively stopped practicing.

Then, he looked forward and looked at the broken god-given stone tablet for a while, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"I see!"

Enzo narrowed his eyes and thought, "Is this the real purpose of leaving a god-given stone tablet to the War Ghost Clan so that they can master extraordinary force?"

The existences called gods in the world are often just as aloof!

Even the backward indigenous world is no exception. As the god born in the world, the Bloodkiller God defeated the God of Disaster and left the God-given stone tablet. Is it really just to protect the War Ghost Clan?

The answer is obviously no!

Through the short training process just now, Enzo could clearly feel that a force was forming in his body and causing an impact.

That is the purpose of the blood-killing god!

He left a god-given stone tablet to the War Ghost Clan and allowed the War Ghost Clan to master extraordinary martial arts. The fundamental reason was to better control the War Ghost Clan and thereby strengthen his rule over the world.

In the process of practicing the god-given stone tablet technique, every male war ghost clan will cultivate a special force in his body, and that force is the method of the blood-killing god.

Relying on the power of the blood-killing god, the war ghosts became blood warriors. As the power in their bodies continued to grow, they became increasingly unable to escape the control of the blood-killing god, and even became completely puppets.

"Blood Warrior, Red Striped Warrior!"

Enzo's eyes flashed and he whispered, "Relying on the god-given stone tablet to master the extraordinary power, in the process, the war ghost tribe will continue to lose themselves, and eventually become the puppet of the blood-killing god."

"If in the wizarding world of ancient times, humans believed in gods and obtained extraordinary powers through prayers and sacrifices, they would also be called fanatic believers!"

The multiverse is endless, but the situation in the planes ruled by gods is almost the same. Each god desires to completely rule the world, so they must never allow overly powerful beings to appear in the underlying world.

Even in many worlds, gods do not allow mortals to master extraordinary powers. Once heresy is discovered, they will try their best to eradicate it.

When he was at the Phantom Academy of Crows, Enzo had read a lot of books. One of the books recorded a world in which a spirit named Lady Glorious dominated the world. For some reason, supernatural awakenings often appeared in that world. women of strength.

In order to prevent extraordinary beings from appearing and subverting her own rule, Lady Glory issued an oracle, treating all women who awakened extraordinary powers as evil witches, and would be burned at the stake if discovered!

It was this cruel oracle that made the witches hate Lady Glory. After accumulating enough power, they overturned Lady Glory's rule in one fell swoop, and successfully defected to the wizarding world and joined the wizarding civilization.

Then Enzo shook his head.

After realizing the nature of the god-given stone tablet, he obviously could no longer continue practicing, but if he wanted to stay in the Tatar tribe, he had to become a blood warrior within half a year.

"Chip, perform data improvement!"

Enzo ordered in his heart. As a wizard, he had enough knowledge to use the information on the god-given stone tablet to transform a new cultivation method. It was simply a piece of cake.

After a while, the data improvement was completed!

"It's no problem now." Enzo looked at the information in front of him with satisfaction. The training method improved by data can make Enzo immune to the influence of the blood-killing god and become a kind of extraordinary knight similar to the blood warrior.

"Name it, Blood Warrior!"

Enzo named the new extraordinary knight path, which is also a practice method of tempering Qi and blood, but the process does not rely on the blood-killing god, but accumulates energy through special breathing rhythms.

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In the blink of an eye, another half month passed.

Within the Tatar tribe.

Beside the huge broken stone monument, the young men of the War Ghost Tribe were practicing and striving to become Blood Warriors. Batur, who originally had the most potential, was squatting in the corner, his face pale and extremely ugly.

"Damn it!" Batur's eyes were gloomy.

He stared at the god-given stone tablet and continued to practice according to the methods above. However, the energy and blood in his body became increasingly disordered, making his condition worse and worse.

In the past half month, Batur had almost constant nightmares. At first, every night, he would toss and turn, trying to fall asleep but being quickly awakened by nightmares, and he could not get any rest at all.

In the later stages, this situation became more serious.

Even when he was awake during the day, Batur began to have hallucinations. The curse of the nightmare mark made him feel like a frightened bird. He would feel fear and panic at any disturbance.

Thinking about it carefully, Batur had not slept for half a month. If it were not for the strong physique of the War Ghost Clan, he might have died of weakness long ago.

"Batur!"

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears. Batur's face turned pale, he jumped up like a frightened bird, and looked behind him in panic.

"...What's wrong with you?" Drogo asked in confusion.

Batur's face was pale, and his chest was heaving. He breathed heavily for a moment, forced a smile on his face, and said, "Uncle Drogo."

"What's going on? Why is your condition so bad?" Drogo frowned.

"Maybe... you didn't sleep, okay?"

Batur's lips were chapped and a bitter smile appeared on his pale face. He didn't know what had happened to him recently. The constant nightmares made it impossible for him to sleep peacefully.

Drogo looked suspicious, then shook his head and said, "How is your recent training? How long will it take to become a blood warrior?"

"...It will still take some time."

Batur said, in fact, as early as half a month ago, he was only one step away from the Blood Warrior, and it was easy to break through.

However, the half month of being ruled by nightmares caused Batur's energy and blood to continue to decline. Not only was the opportunity to attack the Blood Warriors further and further away, his strength even showed a faint trend of regression.

The main reason why blood warriors are called blood warriors lies in the power of qi and blood. Only with enough power of qi and blood can the war ghosts successfully become blood warriors!

"Come on! Batur."

Drogo nodded and said solemnly, "This year's harvest season is coming to an end, and the tribe will soon hold a harvest hunt. By then, I hope to see you participating as a blood warrior!"

"Yes! Uncle Drogo!"

Batur puffed out his chest and cheered up as much as possible, but his voice was lacking in energy.

Drogo nodded slightly, then turned and left.

Batur is the most promising young man in the Tatar tribe to become a blood warrior. Since the Gaussian tribe's crusade three years ago, there has been no blood warrior in the tribe for three years, so Drogo has placed great hopes on Batur. hope.

"Before the harvest hunt, you must become a blood warrior!" After Drogo left, Batur gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

Then, he walked towards the god-given stone tablet.

"By the way, where's that bad guy?" Batur looked around, but didn't see Enzo, so he asked the boy from the Zhangui clan beside him.

"That bad guy?"

The boy from the Zhangui clan was stunned, scratched his head, and said doubtfully, "I haven't seen him for several days. He seems to have been hiding in the house all day."

Batur frowned slightly, then a hint of sneer appeared on his face, and he said disdainfully, "Have you given up already? You are indeed a bad breed."

Then, Batur shook his head.

In his opinion, Enzo, who is an inferior breed, has obviously given up on becoming a blood warrior, so he hides in his room every day and enjoys his last days as a male.

On the other side, inside the wooden house.

In the simple wooden house, Enzo was sitting cross-legged on the bed, with illusory crows floating around him, which seemed to be a scene formed by meditation.

After a while, Enzo slowly opened his eyes.

"Very good, part of the magic power has been restored." Enzo's eyes flashed with luster, and a smile appeared on his face. After a period of recovery, the magic power in his body had reached the peak level of a first-order wizard.

At the same time, Enzo has also become a blood warrior.

The technique improved by the chip already belongs to the category of knight's breathing method. Compared with the cultivation method invented by the indigenous gods on the god-given stone tablet, it is more powerful in tempering qi and blood.

Therefore, Enzo easily becomes a Blood Warrior.

"The fighting power of the Blood Warrior is equivalent to that of the Sky Knight, and it is characterized by strong Qi and blood, which is similar to the Blood Warrior of the Zhangui Clan." Enzo looked thoughtful and murmured, "I disguise myself as a Blood Warrior, even though I am a Blood Warrior. Drogo, the leader of the Tatar tribe, may not see anything unusual..."

Tap tap tap!

Just as Enzo was thinking, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door. His heart moved, and he saw Wendy pushing the door open and entering.

"It's time to eat! Enzo!"

Wendy walked into the wooden house, holding the wooden basin in both hands. The inside was steaming hot, exuding the alluring aroma of barbecue, which made people want to eat.

A large pot of barbecue was placed on the table.

Since Enzo was summoned by Drogo and chose to train as a blood warrior, the Tatar tribe began to treat him as a male. Like other males, he could eat meat and blood every day.

The training of blood warriors mainly focuses on tempering Qi and blood, and this process naturally requires a lot of nutrients, so every male war ghost tribe has an astonishing appetite.

"Thank you, Wendy."

Enzo said softly, and then started to enjoy the delicious barbecue. A pot of barbecue was not enough for a normal male war ghost tribe, but Enzo only ate two-thirds of it.

"Okay, I'm full."

Enzo wiped his mouth and said with a smile, "I'll leave the rest to you, Wendy."

"Is there so much left?"

Wendy looked at the barbecue in the tub with a disappointed expression on her face. She lowered her head glumly and couldn't help but mumble.

"Other males can eat three pots of meat every day..."

The larger the food intake, the better the absorption, and it is also a symbol of the potential of the fighting ghost clan. The more they eat, the higher the possibility of becoming a blood warrior after training. Enzo's can't even eat a pot of barbecue, which obviously represents Not enough potential.

"Could it be that...the inferiors really can't become blood warriors?" Wendy wailed in her heart, with a helpless expression like a bitter gourd on her face, and said to herself: "If Enzo can't become a blood warrior, I will definitely marry that annoying Batur Damn..."

Seeing Wendy's sullen expression, a smile appeared on Enzo's face, and he raised his hand to stroke her head.

"Don't worry, I will definitely become a blood warrior. As for the remaining barbecue, please help me get rid of it."

Wendy's eyes lit up and she nodded quickly.

She picked up the wooden basin, grabbed the barbecue with her white and tender hands, stuffed it into her mouth hungrily, and ate up the remaining barbecue in a matter of seconds, even licking the basin clean.

"Male food is so delicious!"

Wendy's belly was swollen, and she licked her fingers with unsatisfied interest. She smiled shyly and said, "I haven't eaten barbecue since the tribe was conquered by the Gaussians three years ago..."

In the War Ghost Tribe, only males are eligible to enjoy meat, while women's food comes from insect trees, and only in rare cases can they occasionally enjoy a little meat.

Three years ago, the Tatar tribe was relatively rich in resources before being conquered by the Gaussian tribe. Therefore, a banquet was held every year during the harvest festival so that women could enjoy some meat. However, after being conquered by the Gaussian tribe, The Tatar tribe has lost such qualifications.

Suddenly, there was a harsh sound outside.

Bang!

The wooden basin in Wendy's hand fell to the ground. The moment she heard the harsh sound, her face turned as pale as paper, and her body couldn't help but tremble.

"What's wrong? Wendy." Enzo frowned slightly.

"The tribe... was attacked." Wendy curled up in fear and hid in a corner. Her lips could not help but tremble as she recalled what happened three years ago in her mind.

"The Gaussian tribe! It must be the Gaussian tribe! They are here again!"

"Gauso tribe?" Enzo frowned.

Then, his eyes flashed, and invisible magic power emitted from his body, which seemed to have the power to soothe people's hearts and restore calm to the frightened Wendy.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Enzo knelt down and soothed Wendy's head with his hands, a gentle smile appearing on his face.

A trace of color returned to Wendy's face. She took a deep breath and forced out a smile, saying, "The sound just now represents that the tribe is under attack. I have only heard it once since I was born, which was when Gao Suo was attacked three years ago." It’s time for a tribal crusade!”

"However, it may not be the Gaussian tribe this time..." Wendy comforted herself in her heart.

Enzo's eyes flickered, and he felt a little clear.

Then, he focused his gaze and cast the sleep rune on Wendy. After the girl fell asleep, he carried her to the bed and released the shadow spell to hide the entire area.

Immediately afterwards, Enzo stood up and left the cabin.

When they came outside, there was some commotion in the tribe. Almost all the male war ghosts picked up weapons and ran quickly towards the entrance of the tribe, while the women hid.