Chapter 520 The City of Beginning

Initial City, Central District.

Different from the large number of war fortress-like buildings on the periphery, there is a gorgeous palace-shaped building in the central area of ​​the initial city. Teams of evil ghost soldiers patrol around it, and shadow crows are constantly circling in the sky.

Inside the palace, there is a gorgeous sleeping hall.

A woman wearing an elegant long dress was enjoying a delicious lunch, served by several maids. The steak was cut into small pieces and put into her mouth with a silver knife and fork. The woman chewed it gently. The expression on his face was a little dull.

Suddenly, the beautiful woman put down the knife and fork in her hand.

"How is Uncle Drogo? Are you still angry?"

Wendy asked softly. It had been ten years since she gave birth to a child. The young girl at the time had grown into a woman. After drinking the potion of spring, her appearance was fixed in the most perfect image. She looked like a girl. Sweet and feminine.

Next to her, Yala, a maid, shook her head.

"Uncle Drogo is still angry. After all, what happened last time was really hard for him to accept." Yara smiled bitterly and shook her head, saying helplessly: "Although the blood-killing god has disappeared for ten years, I want to let him It is not easy for the tribesmen to abandon their beliefs.”

"Especially..." Yara hesitated.

Wendy frowned slightly, but sighed in her heart. She understood what Yala wanted to say. In ten years, the world has undergone earth-shaking changes, even to an unbelievable degree.

The rise of the evil ghost clan makes it difficult for the Tatar tribe to adapt.

Originally, the War Ghost Tribe was the only ruler of the world, but the emergence of the Evil Ghost Tribe overturned this order. Even though the Tatar Tribe was not punished and was instead treated as an honored guest by the Evil Ghost Tribe, as the leader of the War Ghost Tribe, Drogo still couldn't accept this fact.

Especially when news keeps coming from outside that the evil ghost army has defeated several war ghost kingdoms.

The world seems to be about to change!

Since the construction of the Initial City was completed eight years ago, the entire Tatar tribe has been moved into this city. As the mother of little Zoffie, Wendy has become a well-deserved queen, with the power to accuse the evil ghost clan at will.

But Drogo felt uneasy.

The disappearance of the blood-killing god made all the war ghost clans panic. The closer they got to the evil ghost clan, the more Drogo became frightened. He didn't know how the Tatar tribe should position itself, and whether it would be considered a betrayal by the blood-killing god. By.

Under such circumstances, Drogo could only pray continuously.

He prayed to the blood-killing god to guide him, but he received no response to his countless prayers. Drogo was panic-stricken. Not long ago, after discussing with the Tatar tribe members, he decided to leave the original city.

"We are the war ghost tribe!"

At that time, Drogo looked struggling and said in a deep voice, "If you continue to entangle with the evil ghosts, you will definitely be punished by the great blood-killing god when he returns."

It was precisely because of fear of the punishment of the blood-killing god that the Tatar tribe decided to break away from the original city and headed towards the Kingdom of Hyrule, intending to defect to the Kingdom of Hyrule.

However, this decision was opposed by Wendy.

"My husband is the god of the evil ghost tribe! My child is the king of the evil ghost tribe!" Wendy said with a firm face, "You are all my tribe, no matter whether you leave the original city or not, you can't." There is no point in escaping to the Hyrule tribe if we get rid of this relationship.”

Later, Wendy put all the Tatar tribe members under house arrest.

This kind of behavior is naturally unacceptable to Drogo, but the Tatar tribe alone cannot compete with the evil ghost tribe, so even if Drogo strongly objects, he can only accept the reality.

"My tribe will understand me..." Wendy sighed, her eyes firm.

On the other side, inside a castle.

The blood warriors of the Tatar tribe are all under house arrest here, and are guarded by evil ghost guards outside. Inside the castle, they can enjoy all treatment, whether it is food or drinks, and the only restriction is that they cannot leave here.

In a room, Drogo looked serious.

"The great blood-killing god!"

Drogo sounded respectful and murmured, "Please give guidance to the humble believers and tell me what to do? The Tatar tribe will always be your most loyal servants. Please don't abandon us!"

Countless prayers, but never received an answer.

In the bottom of Drogo's heart, he no longer held much hope, but it was the only thing he could do. For ten years, the Tatar tribe lived safely in the original city under the protection of the evil ghost tribe. The tribesmen did not have to As they continued to fight for survival, the number of people in the entire tribe more than doubled.

However, even though survival has become easier, Drogo still feels uneasy.

Maintaining faith in the blood-killing god for thousands of years makes it difficult for every war ghost tribe to change their minds.

In the room, Drogo prayed devoutly.

However, at this moment.

The originally bright surroundings were suddenly shrouded in a flash of red, and invisible divine power seemed to isolate the space, causing Drogo's pupils to shrink.

In place, a shadow slowly emerged.

"The blood-killing god?" Drogo murmured.

The phantom that appeared in the room was dressed in red armor, with a grimace-like mask covering its face. Its red eyes were full of oppression. Even though it was just a projection, Drogo couldn't help but kneel down.

"Is it you calling me?"

The Blood God's voice was a little empty, as if it came from nowhere, and he said in a dull voice, "My loyal believer!"

Drogo nodded quickly.

"Great Blood God, please guide the Tatar tribe forward." Feeling the oppressive gaze of the Blood God, Drogo couldn't help trembling all over, and said, "Please forgive the Tatar tribe's guilt. Accepting the protection of the evil ghost tribe is not the will of the Tatar tribe!"

"All this is because of that apostle!"

The apostle in Drogo's mouth is naturally Enzo. At the beginning, the God of Disaster had not fallen, and the Blood God and Enzo joined forces. In order to explain everything to the Tatar tribe, the Blood God declared that Enzo was his apostle and had authority second only to God.

Suddenly, the Blood God fell into silence.

After a while, he spoke faintly, saying, "The apostle has betrayed his god, and the authority once given to him will be taken back without a trace."

Drogo was shocked and buried his head even lower.

It seemed that everything was as he guessed. Enzo, who was originally an apostle, had broken with the God of Blood Killing for some reason, which led to the rise of the evil ghosts and tried to replace the position of the war ghosts.

"Could it be... Enzo intends to kill the gods?"

Drogo's mind flashed, and suddenly such an idea came to him, as if even he was shocked. The frog in the well had no idea of ​​the vastness of the multiverse. Wherever he looked, he only saw the world of war ghosts, and had no information about wizard civilization.

In Drogo's mind, Enzo was just a special inferior species.

He mastered the abilities of the evil through some means, but was not controlled by the God of Disaster. Instead, he gained the trust of the God of Blood Killing. The two seemed to have joined forces to do something that could change the world pattern.

It was because of this that the Black Mist Season disappeared.

Drogo even suspected that the disappearance of the Black Mist Season might prove that the God of Disaster had fallen, which should have been a good thing for the war ghosts, but the rise of the evil ghosts made this matter full of uncertainty.

Drogo didn't know what happened.

But in his heart, he still recognized his identity very much, that is, the believer of the great God of Blood, and this would never change.

"Please send down the oracle, Lord God of Blood!"

Drogo raised his head, his face was extremely firm, and he gently hit his chest with his fist, saying: "The Tatar tribe is willing to give everything for you. Since the apostle has betrayed his faith, he should be punished."

Hearing Drogo's answer, a trace of weirdness flashed in the eyes of the God of Blood.

Thousands of years of rule over the world and the War Ghosts allowed him to guarantee his own authority. Even though he had disappeared for ten years, once he reappeared, he could still get the unreserved trust of the War Ghosts.

This is the attitude of mortals towards gods.

Three eras ago, the world ruled by the gods was like this. Even if the gods regarded mortals as ants, suppressing or slaughtering them at will, few people had the idea of ​​resistance, but became more pious.

It is precisely because of this that the ancestor of wizards is particularly special.

Subverting the rule of gods with a mortal body is a miracle in itself. In addition, he finally broke the shackles of the world with his own power for the continuation of wizard civilization and transformed into a new world rule, which is even more precious.

Wizard civilization never believes in gods.

But perhaps, in the heart of every wizard, the meaning of the ancestor is like a real god, who makes the fire of wizard civilization burn at the cost of himself.

"I am very satisfied with your answer."

After a while, the God of Blood Killing spoke faintly and hoarsely, "It seems that the Tatar tribe has not abandoned its faith and is still my most loyal believer. In this case, I will give all Tatars the opportunity to enter my kingdom of God after death."

Drogo raised his head suddenly, with a hint of surprise on his face.

Entering the world of the kingdom of God after death is the greatest reward given by the gods to believers, and it is also the goal that every believer strives for. However, the current God of Blood Killing has not even evolved his own artifact, so the kingdom of God is obviously a lie.

Using some ethereal rewards to seduce believers is also a basic method of gods!

"Thank you very much, Lord Bloodthirst!"

Drogo excitedly hammered his chest, his face flushed, as if he was a little excited. It was an indescribable surprise for believers to get the promise of the gods.

"But before all this, the Tatar tribe still needs..."

A trace of weirdness flashed in the eyes of the Bloodthirst God, and his voice became hoarse and low. The room shrouded in red light was full of a sense of bewitching.

Hearing the order of the Bloodthirst God, a trace of struggle appeared on Drogo's face.

"Must... be like this?" His face hesitated.

The Bloodthirst God's eyes turned cold, and he said in a deep voice: "Are you questioning me?"

"No! I dare not."

Drogo was startled, and quickly lowered his head, gritted his teeth and said: Please rest assured, the great Bloodthirst God, the Tatar tribe will never let you down."

A trace of satisfaction flashed in the eyes of the Bloodthirst God, and then disappeared on the spot.

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At the same time, on the other side.

In the central area of ​​the Initial City, adjacent to the magnificent palace, a standard wizard tower stood on the ground. A group of evil ghost teams were patrolling around, but no one dared to approach the tower.

On the top floor of the tower, in a laboratory.

The room was filled with a pungent smell. Beside a huge experimental table, Enzo looked at the burning candlestick in front of him with a focused gaze. The boiling liquid inside was constantly condensing into a small cup.

After a moment, the flame under the candlestick went out.

The potion in the metal container gradually cooled down and emitted a disgusting smell. Enzo frowned slightly, dipped a little with his finger, and sniffed it, shaking his head.

The experiment failed, and the ideal potion was not successfully developed.

Although the resources in the War Ghost World are barren, after ten years of development, Enzo still found some resources that belong to this world. If these special resources are sent to the wizard world as specimens, they will be converted into a large amount of magic stones.

As a potion master, Enzo first considered converting them into potion formulas after obtaining the resources, but thousands of experiments in a few years still did not make a substantial breakthrough.

Only a dozen or so potion recipes were successful, and the potions they produced were not very effective. They were useless, and almost worthless to Enzo, who had already been promoted to the third-level wizard and was preparing to reach the fourth level.

"Sure enough, it's too hasty to consider these things now."

Enzo's face was calm. He poured the potion in the metal container into a special vessel, then shook his head and murmured, "I'm afraid there is still a long way to go before I can completely conquer this world. I can only exploit this world unscrupulously when I become a fourth-level wizard, the real ruler of the world."

"For now, forget it..."

For a fourth-level all-spiritual wizard, the conquered alien world is like his own back garden. The resources in it can be mined at will, and most of the original indigenous creatures in the world will be branded and exist like private slaves.

For example, when he was an apprentice, Enzo had seen many minotaur creatures building walls for the academy in the Misty Forest. They were native creatures of a remote world. They were not very intelligent, but they were very strong, so they were the most suitable slave creatures for physical labor.

The most important thing was that they were cheap, and the value of a slave was less than one magic stone.

"The next main goal is to conquer this world as soon as possible." In the laboratory, Enzo stroked his chin and thought, "Only by becoming a fourth-level all-spiritual wizard as soon as possible can I return to the wizard world and further improve my overall strength."