Chapter 474: Long-Lost Joy

"What did the Tatar tribe do?"

Next to him, Hatton looked confused and said, "I actually won a reward from the God of Blood Slayer. Is it also a blood sacrifice?"

"It shouldn't be! Since the crusade three years ago, we have killed almost half of the blood warriors of the Tatar tribe. Now we don't have enough manpower to resist the Black Mist Season. How can we hold a blood sacrifice?"

O'Callen said nothing, his expression gloomy.

As a furious warrior, he tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, took a deep breath, and shook his head slightly.

"Mortals must not speak arbitrarily about gods!"

O'Callen stroked his chin and said in a deep voice, "The God of Bloodkiller gave the Tatar tribe rewards. Naturally, he has his reasons. The Gaussian tribe does not need to be jealous, as long as it maintains its devout faith."

"I understand, Chief O'Callen." Hatton nodded.

At this time, O'Karun spoke again and said quietly, "By the way, have you collected the tribute from the Tatar tribe this year?"

"not at all."

Hatton shook his head and said, "According to the annual rules, the tributes from each tribe will not be collected until the harvest celebration is over, and the same is true for the Tatar tribe."

"Ah That's good."

The corners of O'Callen's lips rose and he said in a deep voice: "Inform the Tatar tribe that the Gaussian tribe will collect double tribute this year, and there is no need to wait until after the harvest celebration. Let's send someone there tomorrow."

"Double tribute?" Hatton was a little surprised and said, "Isn't this too much?"

"More? How could it be?" O'Callen sneered and said, "Since the Tatar tribe can win rewards from the Lord Bloodkiller, what does a little tribute mean to them?"

"Then what if the Tatar tribe rejects us or fails to pay double tribute?" Hatton asked hesitantly.

"Reject? Humph!"

O'Kalun's face turned cold and he said quietly, "In the Solu Plain, no tribe can bargain with the Gaussian tribe. If the Tatar tribe dares to refuse, then teach them a lesson."

"What should I do?" Hatton hesitated.

"It's very simple." O'Callen said calmly, "Just like three years ago, killing half of the Tatar people should make the Tatar tribe understand who is the master of the Solu Plain!"

"Follow your orders, Chief O'Callen." Hatton said solemnly.

Night fell, and the plain was pitch black.

However, there is still a lively scene in the Tatar tribe. The bonfires disperse the darkness of the night. The Tatar people cheer for joy, enjoy fine wine and food, and revel in the harvest celebration.

"Lord Enzo, please taste the barbecue I made."

Sitting on an animal skin blanket, Enzo was playing with a dagger when an animal skin girl suddenly came over, holding a plate of charcoal roast beef in her hand with a shy expression on her face.

The Harvest Celebration is a carnival festival for the War Ghost Clan.

On this day, the most popular thing is for women to woo men, because only in this way can they have a certain right to choose and not be forcibly assigned a husband by the tribe.

"No need, I'm not hungry." Enzo said indifferently.

Originally, at the harvest celebration, the inferior Enzo was not popular, and only Wendy and another girl showed love to him. However, as the bloody battle ended, Enzo showed the strength of the red-striped warrior and obtained the blood-killing power. After God gave it, he suddenly became very popular.

In a short time, more than a dozen girls had already expressed their love to him.

However, Enzo had no interest in this. Except for Wendy, all the advances were rejected, causing each of the indigenous girls to leave sadly, but could not stop more love seekers from coming.

"Lord Enzo, please try my barbecue."

As the girl just left, another older aboriginal woman immediately stepped forward, but judging from her hair accessories, she was not an unmarried girl, and she was more mature than Wendy.

Enzo frowned slightly.

"My name is Maggie, and I was Batur's eighth wife." Seemingly seeing Enzo's confusion, the older girl lowered her head and explained, "My Lord Enzo's performance in the bloody battle just now made me very happy." I admire you, so I hope I can get a chance to serve you.”

Enzo had a dark look on his face and was almost speechless.

It turned out to be Batur's wife. Although the Zhangui clan was indigenous, its tradition had always been very different. After a male died, his wife would become a tribal resource again.

But as soon as Enzo killed Batur, his wife took the initiative to express her love, which still made Enzo feel speechless.

"No need." Enzo shook his head and rejected the woman.

Although for some people, enjoying the wife of an enemy is a very exciting thing, but Enzo is no longer one of them. What's more, Batur is not an enemy to him, he just crushes him to death at will. Just ants.

On the side, a smile appeared on Wendy's face, and she puffed up her chest proudly.

Enzo rejected all those who showed love, but only accepted his own barbecue. Being able to become the first wife of the red-striped warrior was undoubtedly something to be proud of for Wendy.

Sitting on the animal skin blanket, Enzo looked around.

At this time, the square has become very lively. All the blood warriors are enjoying the harvest celebration. In response to the tribal girl's love, most of the blood warriors choose not to reject anyone who comes and drag her into the stone house nearby. .

There used to be many stone houses around the square, but now demand exceeds supply.

The smell of hormones spread in the tribe, and blushing voices kept coming into his ears, but Enzo was not affected at all. He just rejected the endless stream of lovers with some boredom.

Next to him, a blood warrior was offered love by three native women.

He looked at the three girls kneeling at his feet like a lion, and finally chose the most beautiful one, pulled her arm, and prepared to go to the stone house for friendly communication.

However, the surrounding stone houses were all occupied.

The blood warrior shrugged, but was not in a hurry. Instead, he hooked his hands at the other two lovers, and the two native women hurriedly followed, and several people whispered.

I don’t know what the blood warrior said.

The two native women blushed, but nodded obediently, and took a few animal skins from somewhere, surrounded a small space on the spot, and covered the blood warrior and the native woman he chose.

Then, an indescribable sound rang out.

On the fur rug not far away, Enzo rolled his eyes. He was speechless about the enthusiasm and unrestrainedness of the War Ghost Tribe. At this time, he saw two other native women carrying barbecue and shook his head.

"Let's go, Wendy." Enzo stood up and pulled Wendy's arm.

The girl who was originally massaging Enzo's shoulders suddenly flushed a little red, and shyness and expectation appeared in her eyes. She followed Enzo's footsteps obediently and came to a closed stone house.

At this time, the door of the stone house was just pushed open.

A blood warrior hugged a half-naked native woman and walked out. When he saw Enzo and Wendy, the blood warrior showed a simple smile on his face and left without saying a word.

Then, the two walked into the stone house.

An indescribable smell emanated from the narrow room. Enzo shook his head slightly, raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly. A gust of cold wind suddenly swirled, dispelling the smell in the air.

Wendy's heart was beating wildly, and she didn't notice anything unusual.

After using the power of witchcraft to clean up the room, Enzo waved his hand to lock the door, and at the same time released the silent note to isolate the stone house from the outside world, and the world suddenly fell into silence.

". Lord Enzo." Wendy's voice trembled.

"Don't be afraid." Enzo's face showed a trace of gentleness, and he stroked Wendy's head with his hand. His voice seemed to have the ability to soothe emotions, which made Wendy feel inexplicably at ease.

Then, the two came to the wooden bed.

The next day, early morning.

The light of dawn sprinkled on the earth, and the sky in the distance was slightly white. The Tatar tribe was in a mess. The first day of the harvest celebration ended, and there was no time to clean up the square.

In the stone house, Enzo had already woken up.

He only tasted the pleasure last night and didn't go too crazy, but the familiar feeling still made him feel a little strange in his heart, and the tense mood seemed to be relieved.

Since becoming a wizard, Enzo has not relaxed for a long time.

Embarking on the path of pursuing truth and power, Enzo has become more and more indifferent to worldly enjoyment. When he was on the expedition in the forest world, he was also devoted to pursuing power and never relaxed at all.

Perhaps it was this tense mentality that allowed Enzo to be promoted to a third-level wizard in less than a hundred years, although a large part of the reason was assisted by various opportunities.

"Powerful power is the real poison that makes people sink."

Enzo sighed in his heart. Since becoming a wizard, he seems to have pursued power too much, and the gap between his inner desire and that of mortals seems to be getting bigger and bigger.

At this time, a murmur came from the wooden bed.

Wendy rubbed her hazy eyes and got out of the animal skin quilt. Her snow-white shoulders were exposed to the air, presenting a beautiful picture, which made Enzo's lips slightly raised.

"You're awake, little one." Enzo said softly.

Wendy's face showed a hint of shyness, and she lowered her head embarrassedly. She felt very happy to be Enzo's wife. This kind of mentality of submitting to males is what every female warrior ghost will experience.

Then, Wendy got into the quilt and put on her clothes.

The two walked out of the stone house hand in hand. As soon as they opened the door, Enzo saw several native girls sleeping with trays outside the stone house. The barbecue inside had cooled down. He shook his head helplessly.

These were obviously the lovers who did not give up.

According to the tradition of the warrior ghosts, a male can have many wives. Therefore, although Enzo had pulled Wendy into the stone house, some other native women did not give up. They all planned to wait for Enzo to come out before expressing their love.

Unfortunately, this wait lasted a whole night.

The harvest festival lasted for three days.

The Black Mist Season was getting closer and closer, and the people of the Tatar tribe were enjoying the carnival before the Black Mist Season. According to the tradition of the War Ghost Tribe, the harvest festival would last until three days before the Black Mist Season arrived.

"According to the time, there are still eight days before the Black Mist Season."

In a stone house, Enzo's eyes flickered, thinking: "My current strength has recovered to the peak of the second-level wizard, which should be enough to face the dangers that may occur in the Black Mist Season, but I still can't take it lightly."

"Although the War Ghost World is only an indigenous plane, there are still two fourth-level life-form-level gods after all."

"Unless I can fully recover my strength, there will still be some danger when facing them."

Enzo planned in his mind and decided to recover his strength first.

At least he needs to restore his strength to that of a third-level wizard before he is qualified to carry out the next plan. If he wants to use the War Ghost World to impact the fourth-level, then the only way is to completely control this world.

Plane Expedition, the way for a third-level wizard to impact the fourth-level!

When the Forest Spirit World Plane Expedition was launched, the three deans of the Crow Phantom Academy used the most traditional method. They first used the coordinates to open the plane portal, and then used the resources and power of the wizard world to continuously expand their influence in the Forest Spirit World, and finally defeated the Aqila Tree, which was comparable to the gods, and completely controlled the Forest Spirit World.

"I can't count on the traditional plane expedition method."

Enzo sighed in his heart and shook his head slightly. With his current situation, he couldn't carry out the traditional plane expedition at all. Everything could only rely on himself and find a way to control the world bit by bit.

However, no matter what the plan is, he must first restore his strength.

It is impossible for a second-level wizard to rule a world, so no matter how Enzo plans, the first thing is to fully restore his strength and awaken the three demigod phantom crows in his body.

Emerald Raven, Sani!

Killing Raven, Hirsch!

Disaster Raven, Zoffy!

Adding Enzo himself as a third-level wizard, four demigod-level combat forces are enough to cause a certain impact on this world.

Among these three phantom crows, Zoffy is undoubtedly the main combat force.

The Disaster Raven, which was originally just a trace of energy from the God of Disaster, has been promoted to a third-level life form after absorbing all the divinity of the God of Voodoo in the Lost Continent, and also has the function of coordinates.

It was with the ability of the Disaster Raven that Enzo was able to escape the oppression of the Golden Mountain God, open the portal, and come to this world of war ghosts.

"If you want to control this world, the biggest difficulty lies in those two indigenous gods." Enzo thought in his eyes.

"Both the Bloodthirsty God and the Disaster God have fourth-level combat power."

"Even in my prime, I can only deal with one of them at most, and I may have to pay a certain price. It is impossible to fight two alone. However, these two native gods are already in a hostile state, so we can make good use of this."

When wizards go on a plane expedition, the biggest obstacle is those native gods.

Just like the forest spirit world at the beginning, the Crow Phantom can only completely control everything after severely damaging the Eqila Tree. Otherwise, no matter how many domains the wizards plunder, it will be useless.