Chapter 473 The Blood God's Attention

"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 up and struck 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 Tatars 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 beasts on the plains, the only ones who can kill the Blood Warriors with one move are the Red-striped Warriors, who are 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!

The 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 truly 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-striped warriors 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 One-blood red-striped warrior!”

"That's it," Drogo said.

Using the ability of mental interference runes, all the Tatar people around them 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 when 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 out rapidly, and Enzo's face showed a solemn expression. He decisively activated the defense mechanism. Under the control of the chip, the magic power in his body formed a seal rune, sealing the energy bursting out of the God-given stele into a blood-red mark.

"This power. The God of Blood Killing?" Enzo's eyes flashed.

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

This seemed to mean that the God of Blood Killing had stopped paying attention to the Tatar tribe.

In the square, the short silence ended.

"It's the Lord of Blood-Slaying God!"

"The bloody fight of the Tatar tribe has won the attention of the Lord of Blood-Slaying God!"

"Thank you for the gift of the God of Blood-Slaying!"

The Tatars around him knelt down one after another, praying for the name of the God of Blood-Slaying, with extremely excited expressions on their faces. In everyone's opinion, the blood-red light just now was the gift of the God of Blood-Slaying to Enzo.

The harvest festival exists to worship the God of Blood-Slaying.

Under certain special circumstances, the God of Blood-Slaying will naturally be noticed, and according to the tribe's sacrificial behavior, a certain reward will be given immediately.

"Great, great God of Blood-Slaying, you really haven't forgotten the Tatar tribe!" Kalu, who lost a leg, knelt on the ground and prayed devoutly for the name of the God of Blood-Slaying.

"The gift of the God of Blood-Slaying? Humph!"

Looking at the excited Tatars around him, Enzo remained calm on his face, but a sneer rose in his heart. The so-called gift of the God of Blood-Slaying may indeed be a reward for the War Ghost Tribe.

The Blood Warriors who are granted by the Blood-Slaying God will gain more powerful power.

Some Blood Warriors are even promoted to Red-Stripe Warriors directly, but they don't know that behind this grant, they will pay the price of losing themselves. The more rewards they get, the easier it is to become a puppet of the Blood-Slaying God.

Enzo is very clear about this, so he sealed the power granted by the Blood-Slaying God and dared not absorb it easily.

"It seems that no matter which world, the methods of gods treating mortals are very different!" Enzo sighed again in his heart.

The more powerful the gods are, the more they want to completely control everything.

Even if they already have unparalleled power, they are still afraid that their rule will be overthrown, so they are constantly strengthening their control ability and never allow the existence of extraordinary power to have self-will.

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

In the corner, Batur, who was killed by Enzo with a punch, seemed to have been completely forgotten. After all, the value of a Blood Warrior cannot be compared with that of a Red-Stripe Warrior in any way.

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

"Congratulations, Enzo!"

Drogo strode over and said sincerely, "Your performance in the blood fight has won the gift from the God of Blood Killing. This is the supreme honor for the entire Tatar tribe."

"With the gift from the God of Blood Killing, you will surely move forward on the road ahead and lead the Tatar tribe to a more glorious era!"

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

"Now, I declare!"

Drogo's face was serious and he said loudly, "Enzo, a red-striped warrior with one blood, 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 Gosho tribe, only Drogo was left, so the position of the deputy leader in the tribe was vacant.

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

"Follow the will of Chief Drogo!"

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

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

"Definitely." Enzo nodded slightly and said in a low voice.

Enzo had no feelings about the position of 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 Sollu Plain.

At the same time, in the central area of ​​the Sollu Plain.

The square white rock wall is ten meters high, with towers scattered around. The huge city gate made of black metal is closed. This is the location of the most powerful force in the Sollu Plain, the Gaosuo tribe.

Like the bustle of the Tatar tribe, the Gaosuo tribe is also conducting this year's harvest hunting.

Inside the rock castle, in a spacious hall.

In a space that is 20 meters high, a huge stone tablet stands in the center. The surrounding Gaosuo people are holding a sacrifice. Two blood warriors are fighting fiercely. The fierce attack makes a lot of blood spill on the ground.

Blood fight sacrifice, the tradition of the Gaosuo tribe!

As a powerful tribe on the Sollu Plain, the Gaosuo tribe has thousands of blood warriors. In order to express respect for the blood-killing god, they will send several blood warriors to fight blood every year during the harvest festival.

Using battles and blood to sacrifice the blood-killing god is the most sincere way for the War Ghost Clan and the Gaosuo tribe to express their faith!

"Go! Harry, kill him!"

"Tear him to pieces, Bartlett, or your twelve wives will all belong to Harry!"

A group of Gosaurus shouted loudly around the bloody arena.

The bloody fight was soon decided. The blood warrior named Harry punched his opponent's head with one punch. The sound of bones bursting suddenly rang out, and white brain matter and blood splashed everywhere in an instant.

Bang!

Bartlett's body fell to the ground. The Gosaurus around him cheered. They did not feel sad for the death of their companions. Instead, not far away, twelve women locked in iron cages trembled and sobbed.

They were all Bartlett's wives.

A bloody fight ended, Bartlett lost his life, and at the same time, his wives would become Harry's trophies. This was the bet of the bloody fight. The winner got everything from the loser.

The bloody fight to sacrifice to the God of Blood Killing ended, but the God-given stone tablet did not respond at all.

The leader of the Gaosuo people, Okalun, frowned and sighed in his heart. The blood sacrifice is the best way to win the attention of the God of Blood Killing, but not every time you can get a reward, which requires a lot of luck.

This year's harvest festival, the Gaosuo tribe has held three rounds of blood sacrifices, but still has not received any rewards from the God of Blood Killing.

"It seems that the God of Blood Killing this year does not intend to pay attention to the Sollu Plain." Next to him, a red-striped warrior with three blood stripes on his chest and holding a giant axe in one hand said regretfully.

"Don't talk about the Lord of Blood Killing, Hatton!"

Okalun frowned slightly and rebuked in a low voice. As the people of the Lord of Blood Killing, whether the blood sacrifice is rewarded or not should be something they can talk about casually.

However, at this moment, Okalun suddenly felt something in his heart.

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

Next to him, Hatton also came to the wall.

"Is that the direction of the Tatar tribe?" Hatton asked cautiously.

Okalun's face suddenly became gloomy.

As the leader of the Gaosuo tribe, he knew very well what the red light just now represented. In order to win the attention of the Bloodthirsty God, the Gaosuo tribe held three bloody sacrifices in a row, but still did not receive any response.

However, the Tatar tribe in the distance showed a blood-red light symbolizing the reward of the Bloodthirsty God, as if mocking Okalun.