Journey to the witch world

"Drink!" Batur roared from the front.

The power of blood spread out from his body. After the blood warrior entered the fighting state, his eyes turned red. Batur stepped hard on the ground, and his burly body hit him like a brown bear.

In place, Enzo shook his head slightly.

He was not interested in playing around with Batur. Faced with the violent impact of the Blood Warrior, Enzo had a calm expression on his face, casually turned his hand into a fist, and then lightly charged it out.

Suddenly, blood-red energy gathered in his fist.

Bang!

With a loud noise, Batur was hit by a punch. There was a sound of bones breaking in his chest, and then it was deeply dented. He let out a shrill scream, and then his whole body flew out.

Bang!

The burly Blood Warrior hit the ground and struggled to stand up, but failed. Blood continued to pour out of Batur's mouth and nose, and his face became as pale as death. After a moment, he became motionless.

There was silence in the square.

Almost all the Tatar people around were stunned, and Drogo even took a breath of air and looked at Enzo with a look full of surprise.

"This power. Red-striped warrior!!"

Drogo's eyes sparkled with light.

According to his knowledge, apart from the terrifying wild beasts on the plains, the only existence that could kill the Blood Warriors with one move was the Red Stripe Warriors, who were more powerful than the Blood Warriors.

"How is this possible?" On the side, Kalu threw away his crutches in surprise.

Although Batur has just been promoted, he is still a real blood warrior. Anyone who can kill him with one punch is at least at the level of a red-striped warrior. But as an inferior, how could Enzo have such strength.

"Not long ago, I was promoted to the Red Striped Warrior!"

Seemingly sensing the shock of the Tatar people around him, Enzo said lightly, then casually lifted his animal skin clothes, revealing a stripe like a blood snake on his chest.

That is the symbol of the red-striped warrior!

Of course, Enzo is not a red-striped warrior. He just used the information on the god-given stone tablet to compare and analyze a new profession called blood warrior. It is very similar to the blood warrior. After being promoted, he can become a red-striped warrior.

The stripes on the chest resemble the red-striped warrior, which is the symbol of the red-striped warrior!

Two identical first-level lifeform professions can be said to be exactly the same in nature. The only difference is that in the later stages of the blood warrior's cultivation path, they will lose themselves more and more, and their minds will be controlled by the blood-killing god.

But the Blood Warriors have no such worries.

"That's right! He is really a first-blood red-striped warrior!" Drogo's eyes flashed with light, and a trace of ecstasy appeared on his face. Since the Tatar tribe was attacked by the Gaussian tribe three years ago, there have been no new red stripes for a long time. warrior.

This is undoubtedly a very serious matter for the Tatar tribe. The lack of red-striped warrior-level combat power means that the tribe is insufficient in strength. This is one of the main reasons why large tribes have become small tribes.

If one day, Drogo unfortunately dies in battle, and the Tatar tribe does not have new red-striped warriors to support it, it will gradually become the weakest tribe on the plains like the Pramo tribe.

"Enzo, how did you become a red-striped warrior?"

At this time, Karu on the side suddenly asked a question, frowning and said, "I remember that when you joined the Tatar tribe, you were not even a blood warrior. In less than a year, you became a red-striped warrior?"

Hearing Karu's inquiry, Drogo was also a little confused.

Although in the history of the Zhangui clan, there are many geniuses who can become red-striped warriors in a short period of time, such a thing rarely happens in a hundred years, not to mention that Enzo is still an inferior species.

As we all know, it is extremely difficult for inferiors to become blood warriors, let alone red-striped warriors who are more than ten times more powerful than blood warriors.

“The life and death training of Harvest Hunting has made me grow a lot.”

Enzo's face was indifferent, but there was a strange luster in his eyes, and he said quietly: "The last time the hunting team was attacked by a pack of sharp-toothed wolves, I carried out the beheading operation alone and fought with the sharp-toothed wolf king before I successfully broke through the realm and became a First-blood red-striped warrior!"

"That's right," Drogo said.

Using the ability of mental interference runes, all the surrounding Tatar people believed in Enzo's words. When they learned that a new red-striped warrior was born in the tribe, they immediately burst into cheers.

"Thank you to the blood-killing god for your blessing!"

"Great, another red-striped warrior appears in the tribe!"

"Long live the Tatar tribe!"

All around, the blood warriors of the tribe cheered, and Drogo had an unconcealable smile on his face. Before, he was a little worried that the losses in Tatar's harvest hunting this year were too serious, and whether the tribe could successfully survive the black mist season.

But now, some of the gloom is gone!

With the birth of a new first-blood red-striped warrior, the Tatar tribe welcomes a powerful guardian, who is more trustworthy than twenty blood warriors, directly improving the overall strength of the Tatar tribe.

Buzz!

Just as everyone in the Tatar tribe was cheering for the appearance of a new red-striped warrior in the tribe, a subtle hum suddenly sounded, causing the square to become silent.

Everyone seemed to freeze and looked forward.

In the center of the square, on the broken god-given stone tablet, blood-red light shone, and an indescribable energy shot straight into the sky, then quickly fell, pouring into Enzo's body not far away like spring water.

"Alert! Unknown energy has invaded. Do you want to activate the defense mechanism?"

In his mind, the sound of the chip rang rapidly, and a dignified expression appeared on Enzo's face. He decisively turned on the defense mechanism. Under the control of the chip, the magic power in his body was constructed into sealing runes, sealing the energy bursting out from the god-given stone tablet into one. A bloody mark.

"This power...the blood-killing god?" Enzo's eyes flashed.

He turned his head and glanced at the God-given stone tablet not far away. After the blood-red light shone, the God-given stone tablet had returned to its original appearance, looking a bit ordinary. The breath of the blood-killing god could no longer be felt on it. .

This seems to mean that the blood-killing god has stopped paying attention to the Tatar tribe.

In the square, the brief silence ended.

"It's the Lord Bloodkiller God!"

"The bloody battle of the Tatar tribe has won the attention of the blood-killing god!"

"Thank you to the God of Blood Slayer for your gift!"

The surrounding Tatar people knelt down one after another, praying to the name of the Blood-Killing God, with extremely excited expressions on their faces. In everyone's opinion, the blood-red light just now was the gift given to Enzo by the Blood-Killing God.

Harvest celebrations were held in honor of the blood-killing god.

Under certain special circumstances, the blood-killing god will naturally be watching, and he will be given a certain reward based on the tribe's sacrificial behavior.

"Great, great blood-killing god, you have indeed not forgotten the Tatar tribe!" Karu, who had lost a leg, knelt on the ground and prayed devoutly to the name of the blood-killing god.

"A gift from the blood-killing god? Humph!"

Looking at the excited Tatar people around him, Enzo's face remained calm, but there was a sneer in his heart. The so-called gift from the blood-killing god may indeed be a reward for the war ghost clan.

Blood warriors bestowed by the blood-killing god will gain greater power.

Even some blood warriors are directly promoted to red-striped warriors because of this. However, they do not know that behind this kind of gift, they will pay the price of losing themselves. The more rewards they receive, the easier it is to become the blood-killing god. puppet.

Enzo knew this very well, so he sealed the power given by the blood-killing god and did not dare to absorb it easily.

"It seems that no matter which world the gods treat mortals in, they are completely different!" Enzo sighed again in his heart.

The more powerful a god is, the more he wants to completely control everything.

Even though they already have unrivaled power, they are still afraid that their rule will be subverted, so they never strengthen their control capabilities and never allow beings with extraordinary power to have their own will.

After a round of cheers and prayers, the harvest celebration continues.

In the corner, Batur, who was killed by Enzo's punch, seemed to have been completely forgotten. After all, the value of a blood warrior cannot be compared to the red-striped warrior.

What's more, he is a red-striped warrior who has just received God's gift!

"Congratulations, Enzo!"

Drogo strode over and said in a sincere tone, "Your performance in the bloody battle has won you the gift of the blood-killing god. This is a supreme honor for the entire Tatar tribe."

"With the gift given by the Blood-killing God, you will surely move forward in the future and lead the Tatar tribe to a more glorious era!"

After saying that, Drogo turned around and looked at the people in the square.

"Now, I declare!"

Drogo looked serious and said loudly: "Enzo, the first-blood red-striped warrior, will become the deputy leader of the Tatar tribe and enjoy the same treatment as me."

Red-striped warriors can enjoy extremely high treatment in any tribe.

The Tatar tribe originally had three red-striped warriors, but after being conquered by the Gaussian tribe, only Drogo was left. Therefore, the position of deputy leader in the tribe was vacant.

Now that Enzo has become a first-blood red-striped warrior, he is naturally qualified to become the deputy leader of the Tatar tribe!

"Follow the will of Lord Drogo!"

After Drogo announced the order, Karu took the lead in kneeling down half-kneeling, clenching his left fist and hitting his chest. The other blood warriors did the same. As for the women in the tribe, they knelt down and kissed the ground, showing even more humble obedience.

Drogo nodded with satisfaction, looked at Enzo, and said, "I hope you will lead the Tatar tribe to glory!"

"Definitely." Enzo nodded slightly and said quietly.

Enzo had no feeling about the position of the deputy leader of the Tatar tribe. After all, as a third-level wizard, his goal was the entire war ghost world, not a small tribe in the Solu Plain.

At the same time, the central area of ​​Solu Plain.

The city wall made of square white rocks is ten meters high, with towers scattered around it. The huge city gate made of black metal is closed. This is where the most powerful force in the Solu Plain, the Gaussian tribe, is located.

Just like the excitement of the Tatar tribe, the Gaussian tribe is also hunting for this year's harvest.

Inside the rock castle, in a spacious hall.

In a space that is twenty meters high, a huge stone monument stands in the center. The surrounding Gaussians are holding sacrifices. Two blood warriors are fighting fiercely. The fierce attacks cause large amounts of blood to spill on the ground.

Blood sacrifice, the tradition of the Gaussian tribe!

As the most powerful tribe on the Solu Plain, the Gaussian tribe has thousands of blood warriors. In order to express respect for the blood-killing god, they send out several blood warriors to fight in blood every year during the harvest celebration.

Using battle and blood to sacrifice to the blood-killing god is the most sincere way for the War Ghost Tribe and the Gaussian Tribe to express their faith!

"Come on! Harry, kill him!"

"Tear him to pieces, Bartlet, or all twelve of your wives will be Harry's!"

Surrounded by the blood fighting platform, a group of Gaussians shouted loudly.

The winner of this bloody battle was quickly determined. The blood warrior named Harry punched his opponent's head. The sound of bones exploding suddenly sounded, and white brains and blood spattered everywhere in an instant.

Bang!

Bartley's body fell to the ground, and the surrounding Gaussians cheered. They did not feel sad for the death of their companions. Instead, not far away, twelve women locked in iron cages shivered and let out a low cry. Sobbing.

They were both Bartley's wives.

A bloody battle ends, Bartley loses his life, and his wives will also become Harry's trophies. This is the bet of the bloody battle, the winner gets everything from the loser.

The bloody battle to sacrifice the blood-killing god ended, but the god-given stone tablet showed no response.

O'Kalun, the leader of the Gaussian people, frowned and sighed slightly in his heart. Blood sacrifice is the best way to win the attention of the blood-killing god, but it does not always lead to rewards. It requires a lot of luck.

In this year's harvest celebration, the Gaussian tribe has held three rounds of blood sacrifices, but they still have not received any reward from the blood-killing god.

"It seems that this year's blood-killing god does not intend to pay attention to the Solu Plain." Next to him, a red-striped warrior with three blood lines on his chest and carrying a giant ax in one hand said regretfully.

"Don't talk about the blood-killing god casually, Hatun!"

O'Kalun frowned slightly and scolded in a low voice. As the people of the Blood-killing God, whether the Blood Fighting Priest was rewarded or not, they should be able to discuss it at will.

However, at this moment, O'Callen suddenly felt something in his heart.

His face changed slightly, and he quickly walked out of the hall, came to the city wall of the Gaussian tribe, and looked into the distance. On the plain in the distance, a dazzling red light rose into the sky.

Next to him, Hatton also came to the city wall.

"Where is the direction of the Tatar tribe?" Hatton asked cautiously.

O'Callen's expression suddenly turned gloomy.

As the leader of the Gaussian tribe, he knew very well what the red light just represented. In order to win the attention of the blood-killing god, the Gaussian tribe held three blood-fighting sacrifices in a row, but still received no response.

However, in the Tatar tribe in the distance, a blood-red light symbolizing the reward of the blood-killing god appeared, as if it was a mockery of O'Calun.