Journey to the Wizarding World

Chapter 457 Choice
"Then... what about the second way?" Enzo asked.

"If you can't become a blood warrior within half a year and still want to stay in the Tatar tribe, you can only accept castration." A trace of disappointment flashed in Drogo's eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "Staying in the tribe as a woman to serve can make your life easier." You have a chance to live!"

There are a lot of dangerous wild beasts living on the Solu Plain, and the three-month black mist season every year makes any war ghosts have to attach to the tribe to survive, because only under the protection of the tribe, the war ghosts can be free from the black fog. fog pollution.

"Castration?" Enzo frowned slightly.

After half a month of living, Enzo has already discovered the gap between himself and the Zhangui. Male Zhangui can reach a height of 1.8 meters, while he is only about [-] meters.

In the cognition of the War Ghost Clan, this kind of situation is generally called inferior, that is, deformed children with incomplete development.

In the War Ghost World, any tribe has a very harsh attitude towards inferior species, and will never allow inferior species to breed bloodlines, so they will be castrated and deprived of their male status.

The Tatar tribe's attitude towards inferior species is already very friendly. If it is in the more powerful Gaosuo tribe, every inferior species will be directly thrown to death after birth, and the female war ghosts who give birth to inferior species will also be regarded as lifelong warriors. Shame, even punished by the tribe!

"I choose the first path!" Enzo said in a deep voice.

Accepting tribal castration was simply impossible for Enzo, so he seemed to have only one choice.

That is to become a blood warrior!

Although Enzo didn't know much about the process of the war ghosts becoming a blood warrior, but as a third-order wizard with a chip, his best ability was learning, and becoming a blood warrior was not a problem at all.

Hearing Enzo's answer, Drogo was a little surprised.

In his opinion, Enzo from the northern tribe should be a coward who escaped from the war. Accepting castration and staying in the tribe is his only chance of survival.

And such an inferior species would choose to become a blood warrior with many difficulties, and within half a year?
"very good!"

Drogo smiled heartily and said, "Since you choose to become a blood warrior, within half a year, the tribe will treat you like a male."

"If you really become a blood warrior, then you can officially join the Tatar tribe!"

Saying that, Drogo clapped his hands.

From the stairs on the second floor of the stone building, a woman in animal skin came down, and walked to Drogo and knelt down meekly.

"Marta, take him to the God-given Stele!" Drogo ordered to the woman.

Enzo's eyes flashed.

According to the information obtained in the past half a month, the so-called god-given stone tablet should be the most precious thing of the Tatar tribe, and it is also the foundation of a tribe. It is said that it was bestowed by the blood-killing god.

It is also under the protection of the power of the god-given stone tablet that the Tatar tribe can resist the black mist, so that the tribe will not be infected by the god of disaster and become terrible evil creatures.

"plz follow me."

Mata got up obediently, motioned Enzo to follow her footsteps, and after leaving the stone building, she led him to an open space in the tribe.

Not far away, a broken stone monument stands!
In the surrounding open space, more than a dozen underage boys from the War Ghost clan are practicing beside the stone tablet, using some special methods to temper their physique.

"That is the god-given stele of the Tatar tribe."

On the side, Marta introduced, "The children around are the hope of the tribe. They are all working hard to become blood warriors. You should also work hard!"

With that said, Marta turned and left.

Enzo looked over. The broken stone tablet standing in front of him was more than five meters high. The whole body was made of black material. The surface was engraved with blood-red War Ghost Clan characters. It seemed to be a kind of cultivation method.

According to legend, the god-given stele was bestowed by the blood-killing god!
In ancient times, the God of Calamity wreaked havoc on the world. After the God of Blood Slaughter defeated him, in order to allow the War Ghosts to survive on the earth, he bestowed a god-given stone tablet. The War Ghosts relied on the above cultivation methods to master it Extraordinary force, become the master of the world.

"It looks a bit like knight breathing!"

Enzo's eyes flickered, and he scanned the contents of the god-given stele with a chip, and found that it was a method of mastering extraordinary force through tempering qi and blood, and it also belonged to an alternative knight's breathing method.

"Perhaps, the so-called blood warriors are just one branch of knights..." Enzo muttered to himself.

At this time, beside the god-given stone tablet, the young warriors of the Ghost Clan who were practicing also noticed Enzo, and one of the young men with an exceptionally tall figure strode over.

"Hey! Bastard!"

The tall boy was about [-] meters tall, looked down at Enzo condescendingly, and asked, "Who allowed you to appear next to the god-given stele?"

Enzo frowned.

The Warghosts belong to a type of human beings, but they are definitely different from the mortals in the wizarding world. The average height of the females of this race is 1.6 meters, while the males can generally reach the level of [-] meters.

When the adult male war ghosts gather together, they are like a group of little giants.

Even though the boy from the War Ghost tribe in front of him is only about 12 years old, his height has already exceeded two meters, and his figure is extremely burly, which seems to be full of wild aura.

"The lowly scum shouldn't get close to the stele bestowed by the gods. This is a disgrace to the Tatar tribe, and it is also an act of offending the blood-slaughter god!" The war ghost clan boy scolded in a very bad tone.

"It's an order from Chief Drogo."

Enzo said calmly, with no expression on his face.

The boy from the War Ghost Clan in front of him seems to be named "Batur". He is the most promising boy among the younger generation of the Tatar tribe, and he is also the one who has the most hope of becoming a blood warrior.

"Uncle Drogo's order?"

Batur looked suspicious, and asked, "You're lying, how could Uncle Drogo allow an inferior species to approach the god-given stele, you should accept castration, and it's right for women to plant worm trees together!"

"Letting me practice next to the god-given stone tablet is the order of the leader Drogo. If you don't believe it, you can go to him to confirm it yourself." Enzo said calmly.

"Cultivation? Do you want to become a blood warrior?"

Batur was taken aback for a moment, then as if he had heard the funniest thing, he laughed and said, "Haha! It's so ridiculous, a bad guy wants to be a blood warrior?"

Enzo shook his head slightly and ignored Batur.

He directly passed the 12 years old boy, came to the back of the god-given stone tablet, and scanned the red text on it with a chip.

However, Batur did not give up.

"Hmph! Bad guys can't become blood warriors, you will definitely be castrated in the end." Batur crossed his arms and warned, "If you don't want to be beaten, stay away from Wendy from now on, do you hear me?"

Enzo turned a deaf ear.

"Wendy is mine! Uncle Drogo has already promised me." Batur continued to threaten, saying: "When I become a blood warrior, the tribe will make Wendy my ninth wife. If you dare Get close to her and I'll break your bones!"

"No. 12 wives?"

Enzo was taken aback for a moment, and then he was relieved. There are more women than men in the War Ghost clan, and the ratio even reaches an astonishing twenty to one. Therefore, every male War Ghost will have many wives, and due to the low status of women, males They will also give gifts to each other's wives.

As the Tatar tribe, Batur is the most talented male war ghost among the young generation. Although he is underage, he already has eleven wives.

"Power is everything..."

Enzo shook his head secretly. The women of the War Ghost Clan are inherently thinner than the males, and at the same time unable to master extraordinary power. In addition, there are too many of them, so they belong to the category of resources in any tribe.

Batur is interested in Wendy, this is something that everyone in the Tatar tribe knows.

However, Wendy doesn't like Batur, because he is not only unreasonable, but also very rude. Although he has good potential, he is an annoying guy.

"Would Wendy be your wife?" Enzo asked.

Batur was taken aback for a moment, and scratched his head in doubt.

"Why did you ask for Wendy's opinion?"

In the concept of the War Ghost Tribe, women only exist as accessories, they are like resources or even items of the tribe, they don't need to have their own ideas, only by attaching to males can they survive.

Enzo shook his head helplessly.

Different world views have created races with different personalities. As a wizard, Enzo, although he also disregards life very much, he never treats people as objects, and even thinks that they should not have thinking.

"No wonder Wendy saved me..."

A look of surprise appeared on Enzo's face. It was Batur's attitude towards women that made Wendy hate him, but as a woman of the Tatar tribe, it was impossible for Wendy to have the right to choose whether she became the wife of a male. .

Therefore, in order to get rid of Batur, Wendy pinned her hopes on Enzo.

If Enzo, as a male, can join the Tatar tribe, then he can apply to the leader Drogo to make Wendy his wife, thus avoiding being violated by Batur.

"Bad, do you like Wendy very much?"

At this time, Batur suddenly seemed to understand something, and a dazed expression appeared on his face, and he said with a smirk, "Ha! Just wait, I will soon become a blood warrior. At that time, I will apply to the leader and let Wendy become a blood warrior." my wife!"

"At that time, if you haven't been castrated, maybe I can let you watch while I enjoy Wendy's first night power!"

Enzo frowned slightly, feeling a little angry in his heart.

However, Batur still didn't know what to do, and said to himself, "Who told that girl Wendy to keep rejecting me before, when she becomes my No. 12 wife, I must train her..."

Before Batur could finish speaking, a gloomy gleam appeared in Enzo's eyes.

The invisible magic power drilled into Batur's body like a shadow, his voice stopped abruptly, a faint imprint appeared on his neck, and his whole body seemed to fall into an ice cave.

"What's going on? It's so cold..." Batur shuddered. When facing Enzo, he felt a trace of fear for no reason, and hesitantly turned and left.

Enzo's eyes flickered and he sneered slightly.

"The nightmare imprint can last at least one year, it should be enough for you..."

Since his strength hadn't fully recovered, Enzo didn't want to waste too much magic power, so in the face of Batur's provocation, he just used some tricks to leave a nightmare mark on the opponent.

It was a spell similar to a curse. Batur, who was recruited, would have constant nightmares within a year, and his blood would be consumed rapidly. Even if he survived by luck, he would be completely crippled.

Then, Enzo turned around.

After solving Batur, he continued to scan the god-given stele. All the content on it had been recorded in the database, and it was continuously improved according to the big data algorithm.

"The God of Blood Slaughter..." Enzo's eyes flickered.

According to legend, the stele bestowed by the gods is a treasure bestowed by the God of Blood Slaughter, and it is also the foundation for every tribe of the War Ghost tribe. Enzo did feel a trace of divine spirit on this dilapidated stele.

"Is the stele bestowed by God left behind to protect his followers from the pollution of the God of Calamity?" Enzo had a thoughtful expression on his face.

The god-given stele can resist the black mist.

This is also the reason why, regardless of the size of the tribe, they all have god-given steles. At the same time, on the god-given steles, there are also cultivation methods engraved on them, so that the war ghost clan can master extraordinary force.

"Ding! Information entry complete!"

At this time, the sound of the chip came from his mind, and Enzo's heart moved, knowing that all the contents on the god-given stone tablet had been entered into the database and had been sorted and analyzed by the chip.

"It doesn't look difficult."

A series of information appeared in Enzo's eyes, the god-given stone tablet of the Tatar tribe, the information recorded on it can only make the War Ghost tribe reach the level of a first-order life body, which is the so-called red-striped warrior.

Blood warriors, red-striped warriors!
These two professional titles represent different extraordinary powers. Among them, the blood warrior is equivalent to a great knight or a sky knight, while the red-striped warrior is equivalent to an extraordinary knight of a first-order life form.

On top of the red-striped warriors, there are more advanced fury warriors, who can probably explode the combat power of a second-order life form, but the god-given stone tablet of the Tatar tribe does not record the cultivation method to become a fury warrior.

"No wonder the Tatars are just small tribes."

Enzo shook his head. The Tatar tribe is almost the weakest tribe on the Solu Plain. There are about 100 people of the male war ghosts in the tribe, and 2000 people of the females.

There are many boys and girls, which is a common phenomenon in all the war ghost tribes!
Among the more than [-] males of the Tatar tribe, the only red-striped warrior who has reached the level of a first-order life body is the leader Drogo.

"Only with a stronger military force can the tribe grow stronger, otherwise, under the oppression of the big tribe, the living space will only become more and more difficult." Enzo muttered to himself.

The former Tatar tribe actually didn't want to be so weak now. In its heyday, there were even three red-striped warriors in the tribe.

However, due to conflicts between small tribes, the Tatar tribe was unable to pay the offerings to the Gaosu tribe a few years ago, so it was brutally attacked by the Gaosu tribe.

That crusade directly resulted in the death of the two red-striped warriors in the tribe, and the Tatar tribe, which was at its peak, went into decline, struggling to survive in the Solu Plain.

(End of this chapter)