Chapter 456: Fighting the Ghost Tribe

"The harvest season is over?"

Wendy was stunned, and then, an expression of fear that was difficult to conceal appeared on her face, and even her body trembled slightly.

"Black Fog Season!"

Wendy curled up her body, and recalled some bad memories in her mind, and trembled, "When the harvest season is over, the most terrible Black Fog Season will come!"

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

Wendy's eyes trembled, and it seemed that her fear of the Black Fog Season even surpassed that of the Gaosuo tribe, thinking that it was a real disaster.

"Black Fog Season!"

Enzo's eyes flickered. This world has only nine months a year, divided into three seasons, the recovery season, the harvest season, and the black fog season.

In the recovery season and the harvest season, the world is under the control of the God of Blood Killing. Only in the black fog season, the power of the God of Blood Killing will be weakened, and the God of Disaster defeated by him will appear, bringing polluted black fog to the world.

"You are so strange!" After a while, Wendy suddenly frowned and said in confusion, "You asked me something just now. Even in a small tribe, you would know it, right? How come you don't know anything?" "... I was injured before, and my mind is a little confused." Enzo found a random excuse, and a faint silver luster appeared in his eyes. He used the power of witchcraft runes to influence Wendy's thinking. "So that's how it is." Wendy nodded stupidly, without any doubt. After that, the two talked for a while. After Enzo got enough information, Wendy got up and left the wooden house. "Chip, name this world [War Ghost World]!" Enzo ordered in his heart after Wendy left. According to the conversation just now, Enzo was more and more certain that this was a new plane that had not been mined and was still in a very backward state. Whether in terms of scale or civilization, it was similar to the former Forest Spirit World. "I didn't expect that the plane expedition would start in this way." Enzo felt the weakness of his body and couldn't help but smile bitterly. According to his original plan, he intended to return to the Dark Pole after the matter of the Lost Continent was over, and then rely on the power of the academy to start a plane expedition, so as to impact the fourth-level all-spiritual wizard realm.

However, something unexpected happened.

The appearance of the Golden Mountain God Filalo blocked the world of the Kingdom of God. Enzo had no choice but to risk opening the void crack and cross the War Ghost World without any protection. Fortunately, he survived.

"War Ghost World!"

After recovering a little strength, Enzo sat up from the bed, his eyes flickered slightly, and he said to himself: "It seems that if there is no special opportunity, it will be difficult for me to return to the wizard world!"

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

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

Fourth-level life form, all-spiritual wizard!

"In my current state, the only way to be promoted to the All-Spirit Wizard is to seize control of a world!" Enzo's face showed a thoughtful look, and then his eyes became firm, and he said in a deep voice: "In this case, let me complete the plane expedition alone and rely on the power of the War Ghost World to be promoted to the fourth level!"

In a moment, Enzo had made a decision.

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

The cost of crossing the void crack is difficult for even a third-level wizard to bear. The endless void turbulence is a force that can kill even fourth-level life forms. Enzo is very lucky to survive the crossing process.

"One step for the plane expedition, recover your strength!" Enzo muttered to himself.

...

At the same time, the Tatar tribe.

In the tribe similar to the small village, 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, there is a two-story stone building, the main body of which is made of rock, and the outer periphery is a log fence.

Inside the stone building, in the hall.

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

On the stone seat, a burly man was sitting on it, holding two female warrior ghosts in his hands, and almost all the animal skins on his body were taken off, and the scene looked blushing.

Tap, tap, tap.

At this time, a sound of footsteps came, and Wendy, who had just left the cabin, came to the stone building. Seeing 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, pushed the half-naked woman in his arms, and asked, "What's the matter?"

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

In the warrior ghost tribe dominated by males, women are only subordinates. They cannot obtain extraordinary power, and coupled with the difference in proportion, the female warrior ghosts completely serve the male warrior 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 could 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 glumly.

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, so as not to continue the bloodline of inferior species and give birth to more inferior species.

"Is it true that inferiors can't become blood warriors?" Wendy asked reluctantly.

"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 he can 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 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..." Zang's attitude is already very gentle. If it were a Gaussian tribe, they would probably have chopped off his head the first time they discovered the bad guy."

"I understand, Uncle Drogo." Wendy nodded obediently, then stood 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.

While Enzo was 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 showed 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 flickering, 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.

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 with open 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 War Ghost Tribe, no women can master extraordinary powers and can only be used as accessories to men.