Journey to the Wizarding World

Chapter 458 Blood Warrior
After recording all the contents on the god-given stone tablet, Enzo began to practice.

"Huh? What's going on?"

With the assistance of the chip, Enzo quickly started to get started, but he suddenly discovered that after practicing the blood warrior technique, a vague power suddenly appeared in his body, constantly affecting him.

Enzo frowned slightly, and stopped practicing decisively.

Afterwards, he looked forward and looked at the broken god-given stele for a while, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"I see!"

Enzuo narrowed his eyes and thought about it, "Is this the real purpose of you leaving the god-given stele to the war ghosts, so that they can master extraordinary force?"

The existence of gods in the world is often the same high!
Even the backward indigenous world is no exception. As the god born in the world, the God of Blood Slaughter, defeated the God of Calamity and left a stele bestowed by God, is it really just to protect the war ghosts?

The answer is obviously no!

Through the short training process just now, Enzo could clearly feel that a force formed in his body and had an impact.

That is the purpose of the God of Blood Slaughter!
The fundamental reason why he left the god-given stele for the war ghosts and allowed the war ghosts to master extraordinary force is to better control the war ghosts and strengthen his rule over the world.

In the process of practicing the god-given stone stele technique, every male war ghost will form a special force in his body, and that force is the means of the blood-killing god.

Relying on the power of the blood-slaughter god, the war ghost clan became blood warriors. As the power in their bodies continued to grow, it became more and more impossible to escape the control of the blood-slaughter god, and even completely reduced to puppets.

"Blood warrior, red-striped warrior!"

Enzo's eyes flickered, and he said in a low voice, "Relying on the god-given stone tablet to master the extraordinary power, in the process, the War Ghost Clan will continue to lose themselves, and eventually become the puppets of the blood-slaying god."

"If in the world of wizards in ancient times, human beings believed in the gods and obtained extraordinary power through prayer and sacrifice, they would also be called fanatics!"

The multiverse is endless, but the situation of the planes ruled by gods is almost the same. Every god desires to completely rule the world, so there is no way to allow too powerful existence in the bottom world.

Even in many worlds, the gods do not allow mortals to master extraordinary powers. Once heresy is discovered, they will try their best to eradicate it.

When he was at the Phantom Academy of Crows, Enzo had read a large number of books, one of which recorded such a world, where a god named Radiant Lady ruled the world, and for some reason, that world would often appear awakened extraordinary Powerful women.

In order to prevent supernatural beings from appearing and subverting her own rule, Ms. Guanghui issued an oracle to regard all women who awakened supernatural powers as evil witches, and if found, they would be burned to death at the stake!
It was this kind of cruel oracle that made the witches hate Ms. Radiance. After accumulating enough power, they overthrew Ms. Radiance's rule in one fell swoop, and successfully defected to the wizarding world and joined the camp of wizarding civilization.

Afterwards, Enzo shook his head.

After realizing the nature of the god-given stone tablet, he obviously couldn't continue to practice, but if he wanted to stay in the Tatar tribe, he had to become a blood warrior within half a year.

"Chip, data improvement!"

Enzo ordered in his heart that as a wizard, he possessed enough knowledge to use the information on the god-given stone tablet to transform a new cultivation method, which is simply a piece of cake.

After a while, the data improvement is complete!
"It's no problem now." Enzo looked at the information in front of him with satisfaction. The cultivation method improved by data can make Enzo not be affected by the blood god, and become an extraordinary knight similar to a blood warrior.

"Name it, Blood Warrior!"

Enzo named the new Path of the Extraordinary Knight, which is also a training method for tempering qi and blood, but the process does not rely on the **** of blood, but accumulates energy through a special breathing rhythm.

……

In the blink of an eye, another half month passed.

Within the Tatar tribe.

Beside the huge dilapidated stele, the youths of the War Ghost Clan were practicing and striving to become blood warriors. Batur, who had the most potential, was squatting in the corner, his face pale and ugly.

"Damn it!" Batur's eyes were gloomy.

He stared at the god-given stone tablet, and continued to practice according to the above method, but the Qi and blood in his body became more and more disordered, making his condition worse and worse.

For half a month, Batur had almost constant nightmares. At first, every night, he would toss and turn, trying to fall asleep, but was soon awakened by the nightmare, and could not get any rest at all.

And in the later period, this situation is even more serious.

Even when he was awake during the day, Batur began to hallucinate, and the curse of the nightmare imprint made him feel like a frightened bird, and he would feel fear and panic at any sign of trouble.

Thinking about it carefully, Batur hadn't slept for half a month. If he hadn't relied on the strong physique of the War Ghost Clan, he might have died of weakness long ago.

"Batur!"

At this time, a voice suddenly rang in his ears, Batur's face turned pale, he jumped up like a frightened bird, and looked behind him in panic.

"...what's the matter with you?" Drogo wondered.

Batur's face was pale, his chest was heaving and heaving for a moment, he forced a smile on his face, and said, "Uncle Drogo."

"What's going on? Why are you in such a bad state?" Drogo frowned.

"Maybe...didn't sleep well?"

Batur's lips were chapped, and a wry smile appeared on his pale face. He didn't know what happened to him recently, and the constant nightmares made him unable to sleep peacefully.

Drogo looked suspicious, then shook his head, and said, "How is your recent training, how long will it take to become a blood warrior?"

"...It will take some time."

Batur nana said, in fact, as early as half a month ago, he was only a thin line away from the blood warrior, and breaking through was a breeze.

However, during the half month of being ruled by the nightmare, Batur's vitality continued to decline. Not only was he getting farther and farther away from the time to attack the blood warriors, but his strength even showed a faint trend of regression.

The reason why blood warriors are called blood warriors is mainly due to the power of blood and blood. Only with enough power of blood and blood can the war ghosts successfully become blood warriors!

"Come on! Batur."

Drogo nodded, and said in a deep voice, "This year's harvest season is coming to an end, and the tribe will soon hold a harvest hunt. At that time, I hope to see you participate as a blood warrior!"

"Yes! Uncle Drogo!"

Batur puffed up his chest and cheered up as much as possible, but his voice lacked energy.

Drogo nodded slightly, then turned to leave.

Batur is the most promising young man in the Tatar tribe to become a blood warrior. Since the Gaosu tribe's crusade three years ago, there have been no blood warriors in the tribe for three years, so Drogo places great hopes on Batur. hope.

"Be sure to become a blood warrior before harvest hunting!" After Drogo left, Batur gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

Afterwards, he walked towards the stele bestowed by the gods.

"By the way, where's the bad guy?" Batur looked around, but he didn't see Enzo, so he asked the boy from the War Ghost Clan beside him.

"That bad breed?"

The boy of the War Ghost Clan was stunned, scratched his head, and said doubtfully, "I haven't seen him for several days, it seems that he has been hiding in the house all day."

Batur frowned slightly, and then, a sneer appeared on his face, and he said disdainfully, "Have you given up already? You are indeed a bad breed."

Afterwards, Batur shook his head.

In his opinion, Enzo, who is a bad breed, has obviously given up on becoming a blood warrior, so he hides in the room every day, enjoying his last time as a male.

On the other side, inside the wooden house.

In the simple wooden house, Enzo sat cross-legged on the bed, surrounded by illusory crows, which seemed to be a scene formed in meditation.

After a while, Enzo slowly opened his eyes.

"Very good, part of the magic power has recovered." Enzo's eyes sparkled, and a smile appeared on his face. After a period of recovery, the magic power in his body had reached the peak level of a first-order wizard.

At the same time, Enzo has also become a blood warrior.

The chip-improved exercise already belongs to the category of knight breathing method. Compared with the cultivation method invented by the indigenous gods on the god-given stone tablet, it has a stronger effect on tempering qi and blood.

Therefore, Enzo can easily become a blood warrior.

"The fighting strength of the blood warrior is equivalent to that of the sky knight. It is characterized by strong energy and blood, which is similar to the blood warrior of the war ghost clan." Drogo, the leader of the Tatar tribe, probably won't see anything unusual..."

Tatata!
Just as Enzo was thinking, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the door. His heart moved, and he saw that Wendy had pushed the door open and entered.

"It's time to eat! Enzo!"

Wendy stepped into the wooden house, holding the wooden tub with both hands, it was steaming hot, exuding the tempting aroma of barbecue, which made people couldn't help but twitch their index fingers.

A large pot of barbecue was placed on the table.

Since Enzo was summoned by Drogo and chose to practice blood warriors, the Tatar tribe began to treat him as a male, and like other males, he could eat meat and blood every day.

The training of blood warriors is mainly about tempering qi and blood, and this process naturally requires a lot of nutrition, so every male warrior of the ghost race has an astonishingly large appetite.

"Thank you, Wendy."

Enzo said something softly, and then began to enjoy the delicious barbecue. A pot of barbecue is not enough for normal male war ghosts, but Enzo only ate two-thirds of it.

"Okay, I'm full."

Enzo wiped his mouth, smiled and said, "I'll leave the rest to you, Wendy."

"There are so many left?"

Wendy looked at the barbecue in the tub, with a disappointed expression on her face, she lowered her head sullenly, and couldn't help mumbling.

"Other males can eat three pots of meat every day..."

The larger the food intake, the better the absorption, and it is also a symbol of the potential of the war ghosts. The more you eat, the higher the possibility of becoming a blood warrior after training. Enzo's inability to eat a pot of barbecue obviously means that Lack of potential.

"Could it be... that the inferior species really can't become a blood warrior?" Wendy wailed in her heart, with a helpless expression like a bitter gourd on her face, and secretly said, "If Enzo can't become a blood warrior, I will definitely marry that annoying Batur." Damn..."

Seeing Wendy's sullen expression, a smile appeared on Enzo's face, and he raised his hand to stroke her head.

"Don't worry, I will definitely become a blood warrior. As for the leftover barbecue, please help me get rid of it."

Wendy's eyes lit up, and she nodded quickly.

She picked up the wooden basin, directly grabbed the barbecue with her white and tender hands, stuffed it into her mouth hungrily, and ate up the rest of the barbecue in a short while, even licking the basin completely.

"Male food is really delicious!"

Wendy had a bulging belly, licked her fingers a little bit more, and said with a shy smile, "I haven't eaten barbecue since the tribe was attacked by the Gaussians three years ago..."

In the War Ghost tribe, only males are eligible to enjoy meat, while women's food comes from insect trees, and only in rare cases can they enjoy a little meat occasionally.

Three years ago, the Tatar tribe was rich in resources when it was not attacked by the Gaosuo tribe. Therefore, every year during the Harvest Festival, a banquet was held so that women could also enjoy some meat. After being attacked by the Gaosuo tribe The Tatar tribe lost such qualifications.

Suddenly, there was a harsh sound outside.

Boom!

The wooden basin in Wendy's hand fell to the ground. The moment she heard the piercing sound, her face became as pale as paper, and her body couldn't help shaking.

"What's wrong? Wendy." Enzo frowned slightly.

"The tribe... is under attack." Wendy curled up in horror and hid in a corner, recalling what happened three years ago in her mind, her lips couldn't help trembling.

"Gauso tribe! It must be the Gaoso tribe! Here they come again!"

"Gaosuo tribe?" Enzo frowned.

Then, with a flash in his eyes, invisible magic power emanated from his body, which seemed to have the power to calm people's hearts, calming the terrified Wendy.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Enzo squatted down, comforting Wendy's head with his hands, a gentle smile appeared on his face.

Wendy regained some blood on her face, took a deep breath, forced out a smile, and said, "The voice just now represents the tribe being attacked. Since I was born, I have only heard it once, that is, I was killed by Gao Suo three years ago. Time for the tribe to crusade!"

"However, it doesn't have to be the Gaosuo tribe this time..." Wendy comforted herself from the bottom of her heart.

Enzo's eyes flickered, and he knew something in his heart.

Then, with a fixed gaze, he cast the Sleeping Rune on Wendy. After the girl fell asleep, he hugged her to the bed, and then cast shadow spells to hide the entire area.

Immediately afterwards, Enzo got up and left the cabin.

When we came outside, there was some commotion in the tribe. Almost all the male war ghosts picked up their weapons and ran towards the entrance of the tribe quickly, while the women hid.

(End of this chapter)