Journey to the witch world

"I want to bet on this woman!"

Haddon sat on the giant wave horse and looked at Drogo condescendingly, with a hint of undoubt in his tone.

Drogo's expression was extremely ugly.

After a while, he turned his head, looked at Enzo with a hint of apology in his eyes, and whispered, "I'm sorry, Enzo, we can't refuse the order from the Gaussian tribe envoy!"

"Let's do this. Just hand Wendy over to the Gaussian tribe. After that, you can choose any woman from the tribe, whether she has a husband or not, and consider it as the tribe's compensation for you!"

With that said, Drogo raised his hand.

Several blood warriors came forward with their heads lowered, ready to hand over the trembling Wendy to the Gaussian tribe. However, at this moment, Enzo's eyes turned cold.

"I refuse." Enzo said calmly.

Drogo's expression suddenly changed, and before he could stop him, not far away, Hatton laughed wantonly as if he had heard something ridiculous.

"What? Did I hear correctly?"

Hatton picked up the ax in his hand, with a joking look in his eyes, and said sarcastically, "It seems that as an inferior, becoming a red-striped warrior has given you a lot of confidence, and you dare to refuse my order."

"Enzo! Apologize to Messenger Hatton!"

On the side, Drogo scolded sternly, then looked at Hatun flatteringly, and said, "I'm extremely sorry, Messenger Hatun. The little guy from the Tatar tribe has just become a red-striped warrior, so he is inevitably a little proud. Please don't be like him."

"Kneel down and kiss our toes. Maybe I can forgive your offense." Haddon said quietly, ignoring Drogo.

Enzo's face was expressionless, with a trace of amusement flashing in his eyes.

This kind of vulgar pretense and slap in the face seemed to be a plot that appeared in online novels in the previous life, but now it actually happened, which really made Enzo feel a little funny.

"What? You don't want to?"

Seeing Enzo standing motionless, Hatton refused to give up and continued to speak in a desperate manner.

At this time, a weak voice suddenly sounded.

"Well... Enzo." On the side, the petite Wendy said with a pale face, "Please don't refuse the order of the messenger of the Gaussian tribe. I am willing to be a martyr. This is my destiny!"

At this time, Wendy's face was extremely pale.

The crusade of the Gaussian tribe had left a huge shadow on him. After being selected by Hatton today, she could not even think of resisting at all, and she fell into complete despair.

Obeying the arrangements of the tribe and succumbing to males are the characteristics of all women of the War Ghost tribe. Wendy, who has lived in the Tatar tribe since childhood, is no exception. Just like the harvest celebration a few days ago, three selected girls were sacrificed. , knowing that the outcome waiting for him is death, but still has no idea of ​​resistance.

There is no other reason than the rules of the war ghost world!

Because women cannot master extraordinary power, they can only become the vassals of men. Even in the history of the War Ghost Clan, there have been some women who resisted their fate, but they did not get a good ending in the end.

As for escaping from the tribe, there is no need to think about it.

Not to mention that the vast Solu Plain is full of terrifying wild beasts. Once a weak woman leaves the protection of the tribe, she will be eaten within a day, not to mention that there are also women who are regarded as disasters by the entire War Ghost Clan. Black fog season.

"Goodbye, Enzo."

A pale smile appeared on Wendy's face, and then she consciously walked into the wooden cage and accepted her fate of becoming a burial victim.

Not far away, Hatton’s face was full of sarcasm.

However, the next moment.

Enzo, who was originally standing on the ground, suddenly had a silvery luster in his eyes, and the soul thorn stabbed towards Hatton like a sharp cone.

"ah!!!"

Amidst the shrill screams, Hatton fell off the giant wave horse, with an extremely ferocious expression on his face. He struggled to get up from the ground, with a look of horror in his eyes.

"It's you!!"

Hatton's eyes were fixed on Enzo, and there was an inexplicable fear in his heart. The strange mental attack just now made him think of one thing for the first time, and that was the evil alien!

Only evil beings polluted by the God of Disaster will have strange abilities, and at the same time, evil beings will only be born among the inferior species.

Weird abilities, inferior status.

The combination of the two shocked Hatun. He couldn't help but take a few steps back and said loudly: "This bad guy has become a minion of the God of Disaster. He is an evil alien!"

Hearing this sentence, everyone around was shocked.

The Tatars, including Drogo, also stepped back and distanced themselves from Enzo, looking at him with a vigilant look in their eyes.

The evil ones are taboo among the war ghost clan!

In this indigenous world, there are only two gods, namely the God of Bloodslaying and the God of Disaster. The two indigenous gods have been at war with each other for many years, but neither side has been able to completely kill the other.

But generally speaking, in the war between the two indigenous gods, the blood-killing god still has the upper hand. Therefore, he supports the war ghost tribe to become the controller of the world. Under the oracle guidance of the blood-killing god, all the war ghost tribe There is a very clear understanding that the God of Disaster represents evil and is the source of all disasters.

Therefore, every war ghost clan is extremely resistant to the God of Disaster.

"Evil alien? Maybe."

On the spot, Enzo's face was indifferent. He did not refute Hatton. For the War Ghost Clan, wizards with magical abilities were indeed no different from evil beings.

"Drogo! How dare you tolerate evil beings!"

Hatton got up from the ground, a burst of blood power burst out from his body, looked at Enzo with vigilant eyes, and shouted loudly: "The Tatar tribe has become a minion of the God of Disaster. With the great God of Blood Killing, In the name of our country, the warriors of the Gaussian tribe, kill all these evil Tatars."

As Hatun shouted the order, the Gaussian Blood Warriors behind him raised their spears.

A nervous expression suddenly appeared on Drogo's face, and he waved his hands quickly and said, "No! Sir Messenger Hatton! There must be some misunderstanding. Enzo is a red-striped warrior who has been given by the God of Blood Slayer. How could he be an evil alien?" Woolen cloth?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the Tatar tribe suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

yes! During the harvest celebration a few days ago, Enzo was a warrior bestowed upon him by the God of Blood Killing, so he could not be an evil being.

"Accepted the gift from the God of Blood Killing?"

Hatun frowned slightly, then his eyes flashed, and he said coldly: "Hmph! You still dare to quibble. Just now I clearly felt a trace of evil power, which was emanating from this bad guy."

"How could the great blood-killing god give a reward to a bad guy?"

"Don't listen to the nonsense of these Tatar people. Warriors of the Gaussian tribe, be prepared for battle. In the name of the Gaussian tribe, we will crush the Tatar tribe that colludes with the God of Disaster."

Haddon couldn't help but ignore Drogo's excuse.

At this time, for him, whether the Tatar tribe can tolerate evil spirits is no longer a major issue. The mere fact that Enzo accepted the gift from the blood-killing god at the harvest celebration is enough to make him have murderous intentions.

You must know that the fundamental reason why the Gaussian tribe became the master of everything on the Solu Plain is that the tribe leader Okaron was once a furious warrior bestowed by the blood-killing god.

For the war ghost tribe, the blood-killing god represents the source of all power.

Only those war ghosts who are given power by God have the chance to become strong. If the bad guy in front of him really receives the gift from the blood-killing god, then he will become a furious warrior in the future and will definitely shake the Gaussian tribe's rule over the plains.

The Tartar tribe may be weak now, but with a Furious Warrior, everything will change.

The strength of the Zhangui tribe mainly depends on the number of high-end combat power.

"The Tatar tribe must be eradicated!"

Hatun made up his mind, with murderous intent in his eyes, and said secretly: "Although the crusade three years ago inhibited the development of the Tatar tribe, if the inferior species given by the blood-killing god really became a furious warrior, The Tatar tribe will definitely take revenge on the Gaussian tribe!"

Although the probability of a red-striped warrior becoming a furious warrior is almost zero, Hatton is still unwilling to take risks. Anyway, he and his Gaussian tribe blood warriors are enough to destroy a small Tatar tribe.

Drogo wanted to continue begging, but Haddon had already dropped his hand.

Behind them, the blood warriors of the Gaussian tribe roared in unison, and the power of blood spread from their bodies. As the overlord of the plains, the combat capabilities of the blood warriors of the Gaussian tribe far exceeded that of the Tatar tribe.

Due to the abundant resources, every Gaussian Blood Warrior is extremely tall.

"Accept the sanctions of the Gaussian tribe!"

A trace of ferocity appeared on Hatun's face, and he roared: "In the name of the great blood-killing god, kill all these minions of the god of disaster."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hatton took the lead in the charge.

The giant wolf colt let out a howl and rushed towards the Tatar tribe. The Gaussian blood warriors behind them also began to run wildly. The sound of fifty blood warriors stamping on the ground was like beating drums.

"how so."

Drogo's face was pale, and his body was trembling slightly. Although the blood warriors of the War Ghost Clan were fearless in battle and death, the Gaussian Tribe's crusade three years ago left such a deep shadow on the Tatar Tribe that even if there was only one of them and himself, The same three-blood red-striped warrior, Drogo still couldn't think of resistance.

And behind him, so did the rest of the Tatar tribe.

The women of all the tribes were trembling like quails, and the blood warriors also had ugly faces, holding up their weapons at a loss. The consequences of resisting the Gaussian tribe were unbearable by anyone.

"What is this? Psychological shadow?"

Enzo raised his brows, and there was a trace of strangeness on his face. Based on several months of getting along with him, in his impression, most of the blood warriors of the Tatar tribe had a character that was not afraid of battle and death. During harvest hunting, they dared to fight. Wild beast.

However, now facing a group of Gaussians, they seemed extremely fearful.

Before he had time to think, Hatton had already rushed over.

On the spot, Enzo shook his head slightly, no longer paying attention to Drogo and the others, and casually clenched his hand into a fist. The power of blood and energy in his body vibrated, and then punched out, turning into red energy.

Bang!

There was a loud noise, and the giant wolf colt was knocked over. Hatton's expression changed greatly as he was riding on it, and he fell down.

"You!!" Hatton looked shocked.

Getting up from the ground, the giant wolf colt, a wild beast, was already dying after being hit by Enzo's punch. Hatton's heart was filled with disbelief, and he even doubted his life.

You know, the giant wolf colt is a rare beast.

The fighting power of this big guy is almost as good as that of the Fire-tusked Mammoth. Even if the Red-striped Warrior wanted to capture him, it would take a lot of effort, but he was almost killed by Enzo with one punch.

"Could it be that this guy is really an evil person?"

An idea arose in Hatun's mind, but he rejected it and said secretly, "No, it's impossible. The attack of this inferior species is full of energy and blood, and it is definitely not an evil being contaminated by the God of Disaster."

The red-striped warriors and the evil ones each represent the god of blood-killing and the god of disaster.

The formation of both professions relies on the power of the gods, so the power of energy and blood is the biggest characteristic of the red-striped warriors. Evil aliens cannot imitate them. However, evil aliens who have absorbed the power of the God of Disaster are full of weird aura. The physical body is extremely fragile, but it possesses all kinds of weird abilities.

In the general knowledge of the war ghost tribe, it is impossible for evil beings to have the power of blood.

Therefore, when Enzo used the power of Qi and blood, Hatton had already denied his identity as an evil alien in his heart. However, the killing intent in Hatton's eyes did not diminish at all, but became more determined.

A red-striped warrior who can almost kill a giant wolf colt with one punch is extremely rare in the entire Solu Plain. Hatun has already determined in his heart that the Tatar tribe did not lie. During the harvest celebration, the power given by the blood-killing god was indeed Gave it to this bad guy.

It is precisely because of this that this inferior species can be so powerful!

"Even if you are not an evil alien, you will never survive." Hatun's eyes were cold and he said in his heart: "Otherwise, once you become a furious warrior, it will definitely become a disaster for the Gaussian tribe."

Opposite him, Enzo looked calm.

After he severely injured the giant wolf colt with his punch, the Gaussian envoy seemed to have many thoughts in his mind, but no matter what the other party thought, it was not important to Enzo.

"Messenger Hatton, please stop."

At this time, Drogo suddenly rushed up and stood between Enzo and Hatton, with a flattering smile on his face and said, "Haton's envoy should have seen it just now. Enzo has the power of blood, which is enough." Proves that he is not an evil person."

Hatton ignored it and raised the ax with all his strength.

For Hatton now, killing Enzo is his goal. It doesn't matter whether the other person is an evil alien or not.

The next moment, Hatton charged fiercely.

The power of red energy and blood burst out from his body, and three blood lines shone on his chest. The giant ax was swung like a violent wind. Drogo's expression not far away suddenly changed, and he quickly dodged sideways.

"Go to hell, minions of the God of Disaster!"

Hatton charged quickly and passed directly by Drogo. The giant ax struck straight at Enzo. The power of blood clung to the ax blade, as brilliant as a burning flame.