Chapter 472 Bloody Battle

"Great God of Blood Killing!"

"Endless darkness will eventually come, fog and evil cover the earth. Please, the supreme ruler, the only god in the world, Lord God of Blood Killing, give the Tatar tribe the power to survive the long night."

In front of the God-given stele, Drogo sang a ballad loudly.

In the square, the blood warriors of the Tatar tribe clenched their fists and tapped their chests gently, while the women knelt on the ground and humbly kissed the rock tiles.

"Harvest celebration, begin!"

After a series of sacrificial actions by Drogo, he finally announced the beginning of the harvest celebration. A cheer broke out in the square, and all the Tatar tribesmen showed happy smiles on their faces.

Except for the three women who were sacrificed!

The harvest celebration of the Tatar tribe officially began, and the women of the tribe began to move in an orderly manner. Bonfires were lit, and the marinated prey began to be roasted on them.

Not long after, the fragrant smell of barbecue emanated.

However, after the prey on the bonfire was roasted, the blood warriors in the tribe were not in a hurry to enjoy it. At Drogo's order, several blood warriors put a whole lamb that was roasted first in front of the three women next to the God-given stone tablet.

This is also the tradition of the Tatar tribe!

The harvest festival is a carnival for the tribe, but for the sacrifice, it is the day of death. Therefore, on this day, they can enjoy all treatments, including food belonging to males.

The three naked women were pale, and there was a trace of fear in their eyes.

Facing the roasted mutton, they had no appetite, but only ate some reluctantly, and then listened with a sad face.

"What a barbaric tradition"

Enzo couldn't help shaking his head on the spot. The act of sacrificing living people was a very normal behavior in the ancient times of the wizard world. In the eyes of mortals, offering sacrifices to gods naturally showed absolute humility.

However, after the wizard civilization defeated the gods and became the ruler of the world, any way of sacrificing gods was abolished!

In front of the God-given stele, the three female sacrifices stopped eating.

Then, the carnival of the harvest festival officially began. The Tatar tribe members talked happily, and the square became lively. The bonfires dispelled the darkness.

"Lord Enzo, this is the steak I grilled."

At this time, a native girl with animal skin and wheat-colored skin came over with a piece of grilled meat, knelt on the ground shyly, and a glimmer of expectation flashed in her eyes.

Enzo's heart moved.

This seems to be a tradition of the war ghost tribe. At the harvest festival, the girls in the tribe who have not been assigned a husband will grill steaks by themselves and offer them to the male war ghost they like.

If the male war ghost eats the grilled meat, it means accepting the other party.

Then, the two can leave the celebration and find an empty stone house to have some indescribable exchanges in it. After that, the girl will naturally become the wife of the male war ghost.

Enzo looked at the native girl in front of him.

The native woman wearing animal skins was petite and had wheat-colored skin, but she gave people a healthy feeling. She had a shy expression on her face, but her bright eyes were full of expectation.

"Enzo, try my grilled meat!"

Suddenly, another voice sounded in his ears. Wendy ran to Enzo with a piece of grilled meat and knelt down, glaring at the native girl next to him provocatively.

The native girl frowned, but raised the tray of grilled meat.

"What is this? The way of courtship for women of the War Ghost tribe?"

Enzo had a strange look on his face, and he was a little amused. Because the ratio of men to women in the War Ghost tribe was seriously unbalanced, in this world, most of the female War Ghosts took the initiative to pursue the males they liked.

As for the male War Ghost who liked the woman, if there were no other blood warriors competing for it, as long as he applied to the tribal leader, he could basically get what he wanted. As for whether the selected woman was willing, it didn't matter.

Looking at the two girls kneeling at his feet, Enzo shook his head.

He looked around and found that similar things were everywhere in this square. There were many girls without husbands in the Tatar tribe. If they didn't want to be forcibly assigned to males by the tribe, they could only take advantage of the harvest festival to try to choose the men they liked.

Among the many blood warriors in the tribe, Enzo, who was the only one who showed his love to two girls, was almost the least popular among all the males. There were at least three native girls kneeling at the feet of the others, and Drogo, as the leader, was surrounded by more than a dozen native girls, all of whom were about the same age as his daughter.

The War Ghost Tribe worshipped the strong, both men and women.

Enzo hesitated, reached out from Wendy's tray, picked up a piece of barbecue and put it into his mouth. The sweet-looking girl suddenly had a bright smile on her face, and a hint of shyness flashed in her eyes.

Next to her, another native woman looked disappointed, but then recovered and turned away. The reason why she chose Enzo at the harvest festival was not because she had too much affection for him, but mainly because she knew that Enzo, who had just joined the Tatar tribe, had no wife to serve him. If she could become his first wife, she might get more attention.

"Enzo, are we going over there?"

Wendy was still kneeling on the ground, holding the barbecue tray in her hands. Under the light of the campfire, her face was red, she bit her lips lightly, and looked at the stone house not far away.

According to the tradition of the Ghost Warriors, a male who has tasted the barbecue brought by a girl means that he has accepted the girl as his wife.

A smile appeared on Enzo's face, and he reached out to pull up the kneeling Wendy.

The girl nestled in Enzo's arms like a kitten, and was about to walk towards the stone house not far away, but a tall figure suddenly appeared and blocked the two of them.

"Batur?" Enzo raised his eyebrows.

The figure blocking the two people's way was Batur, who had just become a blood warrior. He put his hands in front of his chest, with a malicious smile on his face, and his cold eyes swept Enzo and Wendy.

"Hey! Inferior!"

Batur raised his head and said provocatively, "I heard that you performed well in this year's harvest hunting, and you also became a blood warrior?"

"How about it? Do you dare to compete with me!"

When the Brar gray wolf pack attacked the tribe, Batur was hypnotized by witchcraft and fell into a coma, but Enzo kept fighting and fought back the wolf pack with other blood warriors in the tribe.

Because of this incident, Enzo was accepted by the Tatar tribe, but Batur became a disgrace to the tribe and was even punished.

For Batur, this incident was worse than death.

So, he did not participate in the harvest celebration, but worked hard beside the God-given stone tablet, and finally became a blood warrior. In order to wash away the shame of the past, he could not wait to find Enzo.

"You want to fight with me?" Enzo raised his eyebrows.

"That's right! A battle between blood warriors!" Batur deliberately raised his voice a point, attracting the attention of everyone in the square.

Not far away, Drogo frowned slightly.

"Batur, what are you doing?" He frowned and walked over.

"Uncle Drogo, please allow me to fight Enzo!" Batur's face was serious, and he said in a deep voice: "Let the great God of Blood Killing witness that Batur is also a warrior of the Tatar tribe, so as to wash away my past shame."

"Fight with blood! Fight to the death!"

With Batur's high shout, the square was quiet, and the blood warriors in the tribe whispered, as if surprised by Batur's behavior.

"Fight with blood?" Enzo narrowed his eyes.

When the battle between blood warriors was named in the name of the God of Blood Killing, the nature seemed to have changed, especially at the harvest festival.

The War Ghost Tribe advocates force, and males fight almost all their lives.

And the God of Blood Killing they believe in also appreciates warriors who dare to fight. Therefore, at the harvest festival sacrifice, some large tribes, in addition to offering living women as sacrifices, will also let blood warriors fight blood.

To please the God of Blood Killing in the form of fighting!

The Tatar tribe has not held a blood sacrifice for decades. Although this method can win the pleasure of the blood-killing god, the tribe will lose a blood warrior after a battle, which is undoubtedly a loss.

"Batur, stop fooling around!" Drogo scolded coldly.

Although the blood sacrifice is also a tradition of the War Ghost Tribe, this behavior generally only occurs in large tribes, because powerful tribes have many blood warriors, and it doesn't matter if a few die.

But the Tatar tribe is different.

Since being conquered by the Gosau tribe three years ago, the Tatar tribe has been weakening. After this year's harvest hunting, the number of blood warriors in the tribe has been reduced to less than a hundred.

In this case, every blood warrior has become extremely precious.

Drogo is naturally unwilling to hold a blood sacrifice and let the blood warriors in the tribe kill each other, even if this method is easier to please the blood-killing god.

"Uncle Drogo, I'm not messing around!"

Batur shook his head stubbornly and said in a deep voice: "Blood fight sacrifice has always been the tradition of our War Ghost Tribe. According to the rules of the Tatar tribe, even as the leader, you have no power to stop it."

"Unless this inferior dares not to fight with me!"

"However, if that happens, this inferior must give up Wendy and let her become my wife!"

As he said this, Batur looked at Enzo provocatively.

Drogo's face darkened. Batur's words made him very dissatisfied, but the other party's behavior was indeed the tradition of the War Ghost Tribe. Even as the leader, he had no right to forcibly stop it.

The blood fight sacrifice at the harvest celebration is to please the blood-killing god.

This behavior has always been regarded as a kind of honor in the War Ghost Tribe. Unless one party refuses, no one can object.

"What do you think? Inferior!"

Batur looked down at him and grinned, "If you are afraid, I can spare you, but you must hand over Wendy to me!"

Enzo looked at Batur expressionlessly, as if he was looking at a mentally retarded person.

If he was in the wizard world, Enzo could kill him instantly with just one look. Even now, Enzo's strength has not fully recovered, but killing him is as easy as crushing a bug.

"Okay, I accept your challenge."

After a while, Enzo sighed. After leaving a nightmare mark on Batur, he was unwilling to care about him anymore, but now that this guy is seeking his own death, Enzo doesn't mind helping him.

"Okay! I hope you don't regret it!" Batur's face showed a trace of ferocity.

For him, the bloody fight at the harvest festival is his chance to wash away his shame. Only with blood and death can he regain the respect of the tribe and even untie the knot for himself to become a red warrior in the future.

Beside him, Drogo frowned slightly and sighed helplessly.

Although the blood battle sacrifice is a tradition of the War Ghost Tribe, it has not been held in the Tatar Tribe for many years. No matter what the outcome of this battle is, the Tatar Tribe will lose a blood warrior.

As the leader, Drogo naturally does not want to see such a scene.

However, after Batur challenged the blood battle and Enzo chose to accept it, the battle may have been watched by the God of Blood Killing, so there is no possibility of any change.

So, Batur and Enzo came to the center of the square.

The two stood in front of the God-given stone tablet. Under the gaze of all the tribesmen of the Tatar Tribe, the leader Drogo announced the start of the blood battle.

"Shame can only be washed away by blood!"

As the blood battle began, Batur roared, and blood-red energy emanated from his tall body, charging like a beast.

Bang!

Neither of the two people in the blood battle used weapons. Batur was like a tiger descending from the mountain, leaping into the air with his legs, and then falling with his hands in claws, but Enzo dodged sideways and smashed him hard on the ground.

A deep pit and crack appeared on the stone slab ground.

Enzo frowned slightly, but his eyes did not look at Batur not far away, but looked at the God-given stele in front of him, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"This breath. The God of Blood Killing?" Enzo murmured in his heart.

Just a few minutes ago, after Drogo announced the start of the blood fight, Enzo suddenly felt a breath descending on the God-given stele, which was very similar to the situation when the Pramo tribe was invaded by the evil.

"The blood fight sacrifice of the War Ghost Tribe is to please the God of Blood Killing."

Enzo's eyes flickered, thinking: "It seems that after Batur launched the blood fight challenge, the God of Blood Killing has already noticed the Tatar tribe, so he deliberately sent down a divine thought to watch this battle."

The harvest festival is the most grand traditional festival of the War Ghost Tribe.

The main significance of this festival is to sacrifice to the God of Blood Killing, so during the harvest festival, the War Ghost Tribe is very likely to be noticed by the God of Blood Killing.

However, there are tens of thousands of War Ghost tribes in this world.

But there is only one God of Blood Killing. He cannot pay attention to all tribes, so only tribes with special situations will be noticed by the God of Blood Killing. As for the way he pays attention, it is through the God-given stone tablets of each tribe.

Those God-given stone tablets that protect the War Ghost tribes are the medium for the God of Blood Killing to communicate with the secular world, and also the means for him to monitor everything.