Journey to the witch world

"This breath. The blood-killing god?"

The luster in Enzo's eyes flickered slightly. At the moment just now, he felt a powerful force emanating from the god-given stone tablet. It was one of the two gods in the war ghost world, the blood-killing god.

The sacrifices of the Tatar tribe seemed to please the blood-killing god.

Therefore, this powerful being sent down his divine power and gave it to the blood warriors of the Tatar tribe, so that they could be enveloped in a halo-like power, allowing them to show stronger strength during harvest hunting.

However, this gift is not without its disadvantages.

Relying on the blessings of the gods to gain powerful power not only consumes their own vitality in the process, but also deepens the influence of the blood-killing god on them, allowing the blood-killing god's power to remain in the bodies of the blood warriors like seeds.

"Another way for the blood-killing god to control the world."

Enzo sighed slightly in his heart. As one of the indigenous gods of the war ghost world, the blood-killing god is constantly strengthening his control over the world, but this behavior is understandable.

The War Ghost Clan believes in the God of Blood Killing, and every blood warrior thinks that it is an honor to sacrifice everything to the Blood Killing God. Even if they know that the gift from the God will remain in their body like a seed, they probably will not have any resistance.

"May the God of Blood Killing bless the Tatar tribe with a good hunting harvest this year!"

After a while, the sacrifice before the harvest hunt could be ended. As the leader, Drogo shouted loudly, and then turned around suddenly.

"Tatar warriors, let us set off!"

Afterwards, Drogo picked up the bronze spear and took the lead to walk out of the tribe. The other war ghost tribes followed closely. Only a few people such as Karu and Batur stayed behind to guard the Tatar tribe to prevent the attacks of wild beasts.

Enzo walked among the crowd with a calm expression on his face.

Behind him, Batur cast a malicious look. Only a limited number of people from the Tatar tribe participated in the harvest hunting every year. A large part of the reason why Batur lost the opportunity to hunt was because of Enzo's appearance.

"Hmph! Aren't you willing to give in?"

At this time, the lame Blood Warrior on the side, Sentinel Karu, suddenly spoke, looked at Batur and sneered again and again, saying, "If you don't want to become a shame to the tribe, become a Blood Warrior as soon as possible!"

After saying that, Karu ignored Batur and turned back to the tribal sentry tower.

Batur gritted his teeth and secretly decided in his heart that he must become a blood warrior before Drogo and others returned from the harvest hunt.

On the endless plain, the vegetation was faintly turning yellow.

The harvest season is coming to an end, and the earth will eventually be shrouded in black mist. The God of Disaster and Mist will return to the earth, which means a disaster for every War Ghost tribe on the Solu Plain.

In the distance, the hunting team of the Tatar tribe moved forward slowly.

"After staying in the tribe for three months, I can finally come out and have a look." Mixed in the hunting team, Enzo moved forward without saying a word, but his eyes looked around, scanning the Solu Plain.

In the sky, shadowy crows fly.

Using the vision of the shadow crow, Enzo was always paying attention to the dynamics of the plain. In an area in the distance, a huge creature was slowly moving forward. Its whole body was covered with long red hair, like a burning flame. Four thick oval-shaped thighs supported the huge beast. body.

"Is this the Fire-tusked Mammoth?" Enzo narrowed his eyes.

The giant beast that appeared in Shadow Crow's field of vision seemed to be a giant woolly elephant, with a huge body, long flaming hair, and two white ivory tusks protruding from the corners of its mouth, making it appear extremely majestic.

Enzo learned a lot of information during the three months he lived in the Tatar tribe.

Among them is the Fire-tusked Mammoth, which is a wasteland creature unique to the War Ghost World. It is a gregarious creature. Each adult Fire-tusked Mammoth is comparable to a first-order life form, and the leader among them is even more powerful. It is comparable to the second level. When wandering in groups in the plains, even the Gaussian tribe does not dare to offend them easily.

However, the Firetusk Mammoth in front of him was walking alone.

His front legs were dripping with blood, and seemed to have been pierced with a hole by ivory. Every step forward seemed extremely difficult, and from time to time he made a shrill scream, as if to express certain emotions.

"A fire-tusked mammoth that was expelled from the tribe!"

Enzo's eyes flashed, and he had an inference in his mind. Although the fire-tusked mammoth was a social creature, once the male elephant entered the estrus period, he might challenge the leader and fight for mating rights.

If a fire-tusked mammoth can defeat the leader in battle, then it can naturally replace it, but if it fails, it will inevitably be expelled from the group by the leader.

Therefore, the vast majority of fire-tusked mammoths will never choose to challenge the leader in their lifetime and remain in the group at the cost of giving up mating rights. Only a small number of fire-tusked mammoths will challenge the leader for mating rights.

"what is that?"

At this time, the Tatar tribe's hunting team had arrived at a high slope. A blood warrior looked into the distance and suddenly spotted the Fire-tusked Mammoth walking alone on the plain, with a hint of surprise on his face.

"It's a fire-tusked mammoth!"

Drogo's eyes lit up, a smile appeared on his face, and he said loudly: "And it's still injured, haha! Blessed by the blood-killing god, it seems that we are really lucky to have a good harvest this year."

The value of a fire-tusked mammoth is naturally self-evident.

As a first-level life form, the fire-tusked mammoth is full of treasures. Whether it is flesh, blood or bones, they are all of extremely high value, and the most precious ivory is a treasure that even the Gaussian tribe desires.

The Tatar tribe is just a small tribe and needs to pay a portion of tribute to the Gaussian tribe every year. Three years ago, it was because the Tatar tribe failed to pay enough contributions that the tribe was punished.

"Killing this fire-tusked mammoth is enough as this year's tribute!"

Looking at the injured Fire-tusked Mammoth in the distance, Drogo's eyes were fiery. He raised his hand and ordered the hunting team to outflank it. He had already made up his mind to capture this Fire-tusked Mammoth.

A hunt began quietly.

The blood warriors of the Tatar tribe were divided into three teams, two of which had ten people each, and surrounded them from the left and right, while Drogo led the remaining members and rushed towards the Fire-tusked Mammoth from the front.

Tap tap tap!

Crazy footsteps sounded, and a large group of humans suddenly appeared around them. The Fire-tusked Mammoth was immediately startled, but it was not afraid at all and let out an angry neighing sound.

"Warriors, charge!"

Drogo roared and charged, waving the bronze spear in his hand. The other blood warriors around him threw their spears at the Fire-tusked Mammoth, but the metal spear made a popping sound when it hit the Fire-tusked Mammoth. , and then fell down, unable to cause any damage at all.

This attack only angered the Firetusk Mammoth.

It swung its long nose, rolled up a rock from the side, and slammed it towards the side. The huge rock flew like a meteor. Several blood warriors had no time to dodge and could only raise their bronze shields to resist.

Bang!

The rock hit the bronze shield with a loud noise, and the several blood warriors hiding behind also flew out, staggering and falling to the ground, their arms slightly bent, and blood spitting out of their mouths.

"Get out of the way, let me come!"

Seeing that the Blood Warrior's attack could not cause damage to the Fire-tusked Mammoth, Drogo shouted loudly and ordered others to disperse. They only needed to surround the Fire-tusked Mammoth and did not need to attack anymore.

Then Drogo roared and charged forward.

The bronze spear stabbed the Fire-tusked Mammoth fiercely, but it made a soft sound, and was blocked by the Fire-tusked Mammoth with its hard ivory. At the same time, it opened its mouth and sprayed out a ball of flame.

Drogo retreated quickly, but was still burned by the flames, and suddenly looked a little embarrassed.

"Can you control flames, similar to a magic ability?"

From behind, Enzo was watching the battle in front of him with a thoughtful expression on his face. The Fire Tooth Mammoth could breathe fire. This was already a magical ability, just like a monster in the wizarding world.

"It should be capable of more than that."

After the Fire-tusked Mammoth breathed fire to repel Drogo, its huge body covered with long red hair suddenly emitted a stream of high-temperature steam. Then, its two white tusks also turned fiery red, as if they were burning.

The next moment, the Firetusk Mammoth charged towards Drogo.

The two tusks seemed to be burned red, showing a fiery red color. The temperature had exceeded a certain level. Even Drogo seemed unable to resist such an attack even if he had a first-order life form level.

Therefore, Drogo can only dodge quickly.

Fortunately, the Fire-tusked Mammoth's front legs were injured and it was not moving very fast. Drogo easily dodged the attack and stabbed out the bronze spear, leaving a bloody hole in the Fire-tusked Mammoth's body.

Roar!

The Firetusk Mammoth let out a wild roar, turned around, and crashed into Drogo. However, its huge body was not flexible, and its front legs were injured, so it was unable to catch up with Drogo. It was toyed with like a crazy bull. stand up.

"Strong physique and strength, and possesses magical abilities."

Enzo stared at the Fire-tusked Mammoth, recording information with a chip in his mind. He couldn't help but shake his head slightly and said, "Unfortunately, the shortcomings of its mental power mean that it does not have much wisdom, so it can only be classified as a monster."

"However, even if the Firetusk Mammoth can resist the attack of the Blood Warrior, it means that its defense is very high. If its skin can be peeled off, it should be of some value whether it is made into leather armor or a wizard's robe."

A thoughtful expression appeared on Enzo's face.

As a first-level life form, the fire-tusked mammoth has valuable materials. If its skin is peeled off and made into a wizard robe, it will not only have extremely high defense power, but also even have a hint of fire resistance.

Meanwhile, the battle ahead continues.

The Fire-tusked Mammoth fought with Drogo, and its physical strength was consumed rapidly. After several rounds of charges, but unable to cause any damage to Drogo, the Fire-tusked Mammoth finally gave up this behavior and stopped in place.

There were blood holes all over the body of the Fire-tusked Mammoth.

Such injuries may not be fatal to the powerful Fire-tusked Mammoth, but they are constantly consuming it. If this continues, the Fire-tusked Mammoth will fall down soon.

Roar!

After several rounds of charges, the Fire-tusked Mammoth seemed to see this, so it stopped in place, let out a roar, then gave up on Drogo and charged fiercely in one direction.

"Block it!"

Seeing that the Fire-tusked Mammoth wanted to break out, Drogo shouted quickly, and the surrounding blood warriors immediately surrounded him. Facing the huge Fire-tusked Mammoth, the Blood Warriors did not have much fear.

Bang! !

The charge of the fire-tusked mammoth directly knocked one of the blood warriors away, but the other blood warriors swung their spears and stabbed towards its injured leg, following the wound and piercing into the flesh.

The severe pain caused the Firetusk Mammoth to swing its trunk and wrap up a Blood Warrior.

Then, it swung violently and threw the blood warrior out, hitting the rock hard. The bones made a cracking sound, and even the chest protruded, looking extremely terrifying.

"Not afraid of death, eager to fight!"

Many blood warriors besieged the Fire-tusked Mammoth, but Enzo did not take action. Looking at the several blood warriors who were seriously injured by the Fire-tusked Mammoth, a thoughtful expression appeared on his face, and the luster in his eyes flickered slightly.

The blood warriors of the War Ghost tribe are eager to fight and are not afraid of death.

This seems to have become the tradition of every tribe. The message that the male war ghost tribe has received since birth is to fight. In their concept, the blood warriors who die in battle will return to the embrace of the blood-killing god. Therefore, few blood warriors fear death.

"Ignorance may also be a kind of courage."

Enzo sighed in his heart. The blood warriors died in battle and returned to the arms of the Blood Killer God. This was obviously false information. The war ghost world was just a small world, and the Blood Killer God was just an indigenous god.

He has no ability to open up the kingdom of God at all, so it is even less possible for him to accept the souls of blood warriors after their death. In this indigenous world, death means losing the body, and the soul will completely disappear after a period of time.

Ahead, the fire-tusked mammoth charged, seriously injuring several blood warriors.

But its leg bones had been injured after all, so it moved slowly. Under the fearless attacks of the blood warriors, it was unable to break out of the encirclement. Instead, the injuries on its body became more serious because of the violent exercise.

"Forget it, let me help you."

Enzo murmured to himself, intending to end this battle as soon as possible. The magic power in his body turned into a shadow and attacked the fire-tusked mammoth. In the huge shadow on the ground, one thread after another changed the environment.

Suddenly, the Fire-tusked Mammoth, which was about to charge, suddenly fell to the ground with its huge body. After struggling for several times, it could not stand up. Upon seeing this, the surrounding blood warriors immediately surrounded it and stabbed it with spears one after another. .

"Get out of the way!!"

Drogo roared, holding the bronze spear firmly with both hands, and suddenly leapt into the air with his legs. Following the force of falling, he stabbed the fire-tusked mammoth in the eye. There was only a "puchi" sound, and the bronze spear penetrated deeply. It penetrated deeply into the flesh and blood, causing the Fire-tusked Mammoth to let out a shrill cry.